Riding the High (Silver Pines Ranch Series)

by Paisley Hope

If the mood ever strikes to save a horse and there are no cowboys in sight, don’t worry, darling. The always gorgeous, sometimes moody, sometimes sweet town sheriff will do just fine. (And besides, cowboys don’t carry handcuffs.)

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ashby.” Cole’s eyes lock onto mine and hold them. “In case you don’t remember, we have a big fucking problem.”

“If you don’t want to be my one-night stand, then it’s a good thing we’re in Vegas. I dare you to marry me, Ginger, so I can properly fucking worship you.”

Those ten seconds she kissed me fucked me right up and showed me why I could never let myself really ever fall for her. I knew in those ten seconds if I did, I’d never get back up.

“It’s been you for so fucking long, Ginger…you’re the baseline I compared every woman to. You’re the one I sought. I sought your attention, your sass, your fucking beautiful smile. Always.”