Rope the Moon (Runaway Ranch, #2)

by Ava Hunter

Anytime you ask, I’ll be there. Five seconds, five minutes, five lifetimes. I will always come for you. No matter what.”

Rope the moon. My mother’s words blaze a trail to my heart. She never explained what it meant, but I’ve always interpreted it as go after what you want. Make it yours through grit, grace, or gumption.

Davis Montgomery is as rugged as the leather jacket he wears. Sculpted muscle. Broad shoulders. Tan as buckskin. Close-cropped brown hair. The light scruff on his face frames a strong jaw. Stern brown eyes with crinkles at the corner that exude an intense, ferocious energy. And that soft, southern drawl. Whiskey, honey, and a late-night lullaby all rolled into one handsome country boy.

“Bravery is being scared and doing it anyway,”