Strung Along (Cherry Peak, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

Dedicated to every single one of us who has ever dreamed of being the heroine in a small-town cowboy romance. May Brody Steele and Cherry Peak help fill that void.

There are few things I hate in this world as much as a thong. Between the string trying to crawl inside of me with every shift of my thighs and the perpetual feeling of having a wedgie, I’m usually stuffing any I’ve been peer pressured into buying into the back of my drawer. Panty lines? I embrace them. They’re better than having my butt cheeks flossed.

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“Brody is all bark and no bite. Don’t worry about all the scowling.” I highly doubt that, but instead of saying exactly that, I look at Brody and smile saccharinely. My next words just explode from my mouth before I can think twice about them. “My sister’s a vet, so I’m not afraid of rabid animals.”

I can take care of myself, but I also deserve to be taken care of if I wish to be. Truly taken care of.

“And what am I?” he asks, nearly groaning the question. Digging into the well of my confidence, I answer, “My man.”

My man. Her man. Hers, hers, hers. It’s the most important title I think I’ve ever had.

“I make you come, Anna, you’re mine. No more goin’ in circles. You’ll be my woman.”

“It’d be easier to fall in love with you, Annalise Heights. And I’ve never been a fan of careful.”

“I’ve never been one to believe in any sort of afterlife. No God and pearly gates. But hell if I’m not considerin’ it now.” He swallows, staring straight at me. “’Cause there’s no fuckin’ way my daughter didn’t send you here to be with her boy.”