SNIPPET #1

“I’ve met … Brent,” Lizzy said.

Rosy sighed. “Isn’t he splendiferous ?”

“Oooooh, la. That man is finer than bread pudding with hand-cranked ice cream,” Hilda said.

 

SNIPPET #2

“She wants to be a doctor and I can’t let her give up on her dream cause I might have feelings for her,” Brent said. “I have nothing to give her.”

“You can give her your heart, brother,” Aiden said. “Maybe that’s all she wants.”

 

EXCERPT: 

He looked at her then, really looked, like he was examining something under a magnifying glass. He shook his head when he spoke. “You’d be willing to do that for me? You don’t even know me.”

“I know plenty about you, Brent Pierce. You’re just like me,” she said and blushed. He smiled down at her, touched her cheek with his finger. Her tummy warmed with pleasure. “Y-you want the freedom to live your dream and you want your folk’s acceptance, well at least show respect. You can always help during the summer months like you’re doing now.”

“How did you get to be so wise, young one?”

She fisted her hands on her hips, glared at him. “I’m not much younger than you and besides, women the same age as me are already getting married and having babies.”

There was a glint in his eyes that heated her skin. “And you’d like to get married and have babies.”

“Ah … someday.” She dropped her hands away from his arms, gulped, then took a step back, but he reached for her and hauled her against him. His eyes dropped to her lips. She nearly swooned, dropping lifeless to the hay-covered barn floor. “You ever been kissed proper, Miss Golden?”

“Ah…”

He chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

She stamped her foot. “I’ve been kissed plenty, Mr. Pierce.” She hated to lie.

“Have you now.”

“Lots of times.” Never. But she wouldn’t let him know that.

“Then you won’t mind one more.”

She couldn’t catch her breath, just licked her lips and stared at his.

“Do you know you’re about the prettiest little filly I’ve ever seen in this valley?”

Her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear the bang, bang, bang. She could only shake her head and pray she wouldn’t faint and land at his feet.

Lizzy let her eyes drift closed. She felt his warm breath on her face. Should she pucker up? Why was he taking so long? Wasn’t she kissable enough? Should she open her eyes and see what he was doing?

He shifted, brought her closer. Then she felt his warm, soft lips against her forehead. Her hands trembled as her insides heated like a stove on a cold winter’s morning. If this is what happened when he kissed her forehead, what would happen when he kissed her lips? She’d be a forest fire.

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