Iāve been the wicked witch of Kingās Creek since I was eight years old, from my angry red hair down to my ball-busting boots. With a mean drunk for a daddy who left nothing but insults and unpaid bills in his wake, was there ever any other fate? Now his passing has left me one bad turn from losing my land to the neighbors my familyās been feuding with for generations.
So of course itās Dawson King who comes to my rescue in the middle of a snowstorm. But I donāt care how good he looks in a pair of Wranglers, or how much he spoils my horse, or how great of a cook he is. The Kings already have everythingāmoney, looks, and charm. Dawsonās not getting my heart too.
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Iām living my dream, I admit it. I took over the family ranch from my dad and grew it into the envy of Montana. I have the best views, the best employees, and the respect of the entire town. The only thing I donāt have is someone to share my dream with. So when my neighbor breaks her leg and nearly freezes to death, I all but kidnap her back to my place to recover.
We grew up less than a mile apart, but we couldnāt be in more different places now. Bristolās had nothing but pride for so long, itās hard to get close to herāand I want to get very close. I donāt care if the whole town loves me, Iām only interested in earning the love of one woman. But for a guy whoās got the world at his feet, Bristolās heart might be out of my reach.