After a failed relationship in the city, Isabel returns home to the Armstrong ranch and the two sexy Armstrong brothers she's always loved. Can she choose between them—or does she even have to?
Isabel Morgan's experiment with city life is done. Her live-in boyfriend has just left her for a younger, more virginal model, and she finds herself in need of rescuing from the least likely of sources—the two rough cowboys she grew up with. After her mother married their father, the Armstrong brothers, stern Cary and sympathetic Dex, have taken a none-too-welcome interest in her life.
Her ex-boyfriend made Isabel feel oversexed just because she wanted to fuck all the time, in fact it's one of the reasons they grew apart, but the Armstrongs soon show how much they value her reappearance in their lives with steamy welcomes. But surely she can't have both!
When her ex calls her to try to patch things up, Isabel realises just how far she's come from that initial heartbreak—and finally knows where she belongs. At the ranch. But will Cary and Dex, who have been keeping their distance and holding long secret meetings without her, want her around?
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the All Together Now anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 11th June 2012
Isabel stood, hands on her hips, and looked over her empty apartment.
From the hall, a deep voice asked, "You ready?"
She had to swallow hard before she could answer. "Just give me a minute. Please."
Isabel heard his footsteps clattering back down the stairs and after that, she was alone with her memories.
For four years, she’d laughed and cried within these thin walls, listening to her neighbours laugh over their joys and cry over their frustrations. Lately all they must have heard from her unit were tears. Angry, bitter sobs over the man who had recently moved out. He was moving on, Jason had told her, as if she was an accident scene that had momentarily snarled up the smooth traffic of his life.
Damn him.
They’d only lived together for the past eight months, but already his personality had sunk itself into the furniture she’d packed away for shipping on to his mother’s. He hadn’t even wanted to give her his new address. Probably because it was her address, too. The other woman. His new woman. Which probably made Isabel the other woman now.
Damn him. Damn them both.
Jason hadn’t thought to help Isabel pack either, and had left it to her and whatever help she could rustle up. There had been a lot of possessions to move, mostly the recent and expensive accumulations from Jason’s side of the apartment, consisting of a state-of-the-art stereo system and brand new television set. They’d cost a big chunk of his last bonus from work, yet the people she’d asked to assist her with the task of emptying out the apartment hadn’t seemed impressed. The magazines she’d thrown into the recycling bin behind the building were mostly his business journals. The books on his side of the bookcase were all about money and power. She’d seen her helpers grimacing as they’d pulled them down from the shelves. Between them, the two men who were helping to move her out of her apartment had enough wealth to buy and sell any of the partners at Jason’s investment firm, but they’d never cared about the influence and clout Jason craved most of all.
Isabel had folded away the T-shirts he’d left in the drawers after taking only the newest designer versions and the jeans he rarely wore anymore since his promotion twelve weeks ago. They reminded her of the Jason she’d fallen in love with, a Jason whose dreams were still to be fulfilled. Now that he was realising them, he was a different man. Not cold, exactly, but distant. His affections were kept for material things now. Even the woman, she’d heard, was-
No, she wouldn’t think about the other woman.
She thought instead of the man she’d loved-ever since that first day they’d met on the campus of their shared college, their dreams still written large on their faces. They’d dated and had quickly become serious, spending most of their time together in Jason’s bachelor pad that he’d shared with three other roommates, and later in Isabel’s more private apartment. The bed her helpers had already dismantled used to be her and Jason’s favourite discussion board. They’d spent so much of their time together in bed that it had almost been a default location. It was something he’d later thrown back at her.
"All you think about is sex!" He’d told her. "It’s unnatural-particularly in a woman."
Nan Comargue is a romance and erotic romance writer who has been reading romance novels all her life. She prefers sexy confident heroes who win over slightly introverted heroines (read: nerdish types) but she writes about everything from angel-warriors to cowboy ménage.
Nan blogs about her writing journey and other interesting topics (zombies!) here but lately she tweets more than she blogs (and sometimes more than she writes).
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