Don't Shame the Cowboy

It's the jeans. I'm a sucker for a man that wears his jeans just right. As for Turner, it's also his sexy, cocky smirk. But when I make a move on him, he's like a scared rabbit. I've never seen anything like it. Yes, he likes girls. I've asked him straight up. So I experiment. I back him into a corner where he can't say no. The heat is undeniable. What I learn about him breaks my heart. What he does for me redeems him.
What we do for each other, despite the odds, is what makes it stick. Or, so I think. But when a wedding - not ours - comes into the picture, it's another story. Suddenly Turner isn't looking at me with those smoldering eyes anymore. It's another look. A look I've never seen before on a man but always wanted to. Or is it?A runaway ranch hand. A woman at the wrong place and time for him. When they both learn that they need each other, will it be enough for him to stay?My house is a money pit.
No two ways about it. But I'm too nice to put up a fuss. And I'm too busy. With a demanding job that I love, a best friend that's getting married, and a mysterious new hand at the Barnes ranch that everyone seems to be talking about, I've got my hands full. It's none of my business what makes this Turner guy tick, but I sure find a way to get his attention. Next thing I know he's at my house, raising hell, but he's not interested in warming my bed until a surprise guest shows up, uninvited.
Then the tables turn, but I'm still not sure if it's in the direction that I want it to go.***Talking about myself isn't my strong suit. Especially when someone's digging into the troubles in my personal life. I'm not proud of it. I also don't want to whine about it. When Billy takes me in, despite the gap in my experience, he asks no questions and I tell him no lies. That is until Trisha comes into the picture.
She's strong, beautiful, sexy as hell, and the way she looks at me, I know that she's fishing for more than I can give her. Then I learn that she's got a world of troubles herself. It's especially true when I find myself dodging a blade. Days later, I smell a rat, as a certain someone in Trisha's life starts playing a dangerous game. Thankfully, it's a game that I just might play better.