Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

We were not about to have fantasies about the mystery cowboy in the dusky dive bar—no matter how good-looking he was.

Warning: Dimples may appear and cause panty-dropping.

It felt like the sky opened up and stars started falling around us, like lightning struck every place where our

If I hadn’t been terrified that we were going to drive right off it, I would’ve thought a million inappropriate thoughts about the way he looked backing up the truck so smoothly.

Something about a cowboy backing up a truck

At his core, Weston Ryder was gentle, and I thought that was the best thing that a man could be.

At this point, I was pretty sure I’d been waiting for her my whole life, so an hour was easy.

I think I might have been homesick for Rebel Blue before I knew it existed.

Wes looked at me the way I looked at the sunset, and I wanted to run and hide. There was just so much…feeling when he looked at me.

“You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”

“Leave the cowboy hat on,”