Reviews:
"This book made me laugh, swoon, tear up, and fall in love with an entire family. Laurel Ulen Curtis has a wonderful ability to create hot, bossy alpha men with a soft side, strong women that are likable despite flaws, and connections that are intense, passionate, heartfelt, and sweet. This is an engaging story of learning to live, second chances, and hope."--Kim, Reviews by Tammy and Kim
"I definitely recommend this unique, incredible book. This book surprised me in a way I can’t put into words. The only down side of reading it? Now, it is going to be IMPOSSIBLE to find something good enough to rid me of the Coleman Cade withdrawals I am suffering from! Lookout, world, because Laurel Ulen Curtis is a literary force to be reckoned with!"--Staci Bailey, Round Table Book Reviews
“Hey CJ! Ready to teach me to ride a horse?”
He took a little while to answer, and as he looked between me and his father, a sparkle entered his eye that made me wary. “Actually, I just, um, remembered that I’m supposed to go over to Dale’s. He’s havin’ a practice, you know, ridin’ bulls, and I told him I would go.”
That little creep! I saw where this was headed and worked quickly to execute all of my evasive maneuvers. “Oh, that’s okay. Some other time then.”
I turned back to my car, but they ganged up on me. Coleman grabbed my hip and said, “Don’t run off just yet, Roni. I’d be happy to teach you. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.”
That’s what I was afraid of.
CJ stood behind his father and grinned like the cat who ate the canary. I’d get him back for this, and I made sure that the look on my face portrayed those intentions clearly. Unfortunately, it didn’t have him cowering like I had hoped.
As he moved to walk away I caught his eyes over Coleman’s shoulder and mouthed the words, “Watch your back.”
He burst out laughing, and so did Coleman. I guess they were both remarkably good lip readers.
Coleman reached out and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a casual affection that felt remarkably natural for two people who were new to one another, and muttered amiably, “Come on, Banty. You can threaten my son some more later.”
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