Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

Dedicated to everyone who’s ever looked at two rivals and thought: “Why not both?”

I decided long ago, I was never going to beg anyone to give up riding. Because how can I expect anyone else to choose me when my own father wouldn’t? That’s why, when Maverick and Colt told me they were serious about competing, I did the only thing I could. I ran.

Those blue eyes and that dimple could coax the panties off a nun.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” Maverick says, smoothing his palm across Colt’s hairline with a ridiculous amount of tenderness. “You’re my favorite thing to look at.”