It gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. The ticks are thick this time of year-no way am I going to risk walking with the cows in anything else.

I trudge up over the hill in my Hunter rain boots. You’d think forty acres would be more than enough for five cows. I’ve got to get Morris to fix this section of fence. Heaven forbid it rains, not only is it bad for the vines, the humidity jumps to a gazillion percent. It doesn’t matter what the temps are, the humidity in the middle of summer is the worst. If I had known the humidity was this bad, I never would have settled in Virginia. My naturally frizzy locks haven’t been the same since I moved here. Posted by brynneasher JanuJanuPosted in Uncategorized 16 Comments on Home Follow Brynne Asher Books on WordPress.“Moo.” Scarlett nudges my shoulder roughly. We don’t give up nor do we bow down … to anyone. I can’t focus on that until I clear my name. Taking a bullet was not on my agenda … neither was waking up in the hospital with Cole glaring at me.īut I’m here and I’m nothing if not determined. I can kick arse all on my own-it’s what I came here to do. I’m no princess and certainly don’t need a prince charming. I have no one to blame but my stupid, stupid heart. It’s all semantics at this point-I’m stuck between the threat of prison and my arsehole American, whom I just can’t shake. More like a wager, laid at my feet by none other than Cole Carson. It’s a tall order so it’s a damn good thing I’m me. I’m determined to clear her name and make her mine. And by no one, I mean all of the western world.

Now she’s back and no one can know she’s here.

I not only ate my words, I choked those suckers down with a bottle of whiskey when someone ripped her away from me. She pissed me off and challenged me in ways no one had before. Turns out, there’s a first time for everything because I was wrong about her. Beneath my paygrade and skillset, but I like to think I taught her everything she knows-because I’m just that good. Who am I? I’m Cole Carson and I’m the best at what I do.įour years ago, the CIA forced me to babysit the young MI6 princess, Isabella Donnelly. Being a spy isn’t for the faint at heart-especially for the brute American and the beautiful, cunning Brit…

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