The Bluff (Love Stories in Sheet Cake, Texas, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

It’s surprising to find humor underneath the grumpy demeanor. The boots. The whole—everything. You’re the living embodiment of a fictional bad boy, ready to steal hearts and make ovaries explode.”

It’s a reminder of all the events that have swept me along the past few months. I’m Dorothy, carried off by a tornado of my own making. In my story though, I landed in Oz only to have my own house fall on me.

Look—I don’t want to complain about being wooed. Wooing is amazing. And the word is fun to say: woo, wooing, wooed, woos. Woo woo!