western-romantic-suspense

Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you." "I still want to kill him," Dana whispered. "Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned.

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

Every woman wants a cowboy.

Sometime during high school he__ gotten . . . kind of . . . beautiful, and Harper found it easier to not look directly at him. When she did, it did strange things to her, making her voice high and her cheeks burn. So she only ever really looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, like one would look at a solar eclipse.

She took his finger and placed a small kiss on the end of it. __ou__e just full of surprises, Taggart._ She saw him give her a very pleased male smile. __tick around, Darlin_, there__ more to me than meets your eyes._ __hould I be afraid?

The lush greenness of the pastures infused Shiloh. Overhead, she saw a red-tailed hawk flying in higher and higher circles in the sky. There were bluebirds everywhere, many of them sitting on fence posts. When they took off, that flash of brilliant blue always made her gasp with delight; it was almost an unearthly gorgeous color.

The motorcycle__ headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.

Giving him a wry look, Shiloh said, __ think you__e forcing me to look at myself, what I want, who I am._ __ood relationships always do that for both people, Darlin_. It__ just a natural progression between them. It can bring out our self-awareness. It__ not easy. But it__ rewarding.

The past is just that.