Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

I was a Friday night regular at Hartsville’s infamous dive bar, until a line-dancing accident sent me to the hospital six years ago. The concussion kept me from working on the ranch for weeks, and shit hit the fan while I was away. Can’t risk that happening again.

what in the yee-haw

I thought swooning was something that only happened in books. I can now affirm it is an actual thing that happens to actual people, because it’s happening to me.

She smiles. I smile. Lord above, I’m in trouble.

“You’re a cowgirl now, honey. And cowgirls can’t be tamed. Wouldn’t dare to try.”

She’s not trying to change me. To dress me up or smooth over the fact that I got rough hands and a rougher past. In fact, she’s putting all that front and center. Mollie doesn’t have anything to hide. I’m not gonna hide either.