Sloane Kennedy His Cowboy Heart

Jules I wasn't sure what to expect when I entered the small town of Eden, Wyoming, but I can easily say that being accosted by a few thugs in a dirty alley because I had a modicum of fashion sense hadn't been high on the list of possibilities. Growing up in Manhattan probably should have prepared me better, but it wasn't like there was a sign posted outside of Eden warning me to ditch my Mongolian wool wrap and dark nail polish. Sure, I knew I'd get some looks of disgust, but I'd always had a snarky remark at the ready. Unfortunately, snarky only worked when you weren't having the crap kicked out of you. Enter the kind of hot cowboy I'd been fantasizing about since, well, forever, and within seconds the ignorant bigots were stumbling out of the alley, and I was alone with my gorgeous savior. Only problem was that said savior was under the assumption that he'd been rescuing a damsel in distress. And I was definitely no damsel. A fact that Hot Cowboy didn't realize until after he'd kissed me. Flynn Eden was supposed to be another small town just like all the others. A place to do some temporary work on one of the local ranches before moving on. It wasn't a life for most people, but it'd been working for me. With the exception of my horse, I liked being alone. A dusty, garbage-filled alley changed all of that. Helping someone who was the victim of a serious beating wasn't a big deal for me. The victim was a big deal. As soon as I locked eyes with the person I assumed was a woman based on the clothes and nail polish, I was a goner. As confused as I was about my attraction to her since I played for the other team, she kissed like a dream. Only she wasn't a she at all. The young man in my arms did something to me with that kiss. I was both relieved and disappointed when the guy took off. In the long run, it would be good because the last thing I needed was an intense attraction to someone who clearly didn't belong in Eden. Enter Black Hills Ranch and a familiar stranger who wasn't very happy to see me. At all. Jules, a New York city boy, was an enigma but that didn't matter. I wanted him. Even though we were like night and day, arguing with Jules was just as much fun as kissing him. It was also very dangerous. For him. For me. The last thing I could afford was to fall for a guy who'd never truly be mine. I had to let him go. It was the right thing to do. Then why did it feel so wrong?