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506 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 28, 2015

“When I came around the back of the barn and saw you,” he continued, “my heart about exploded."Mind you, my first boyfriend was a philosophy-student and came up with all sorts of strange things, aka crap. But a man saying that? Nah. Just, nah!
She knew without a doubt there were more chapters of Jack to read. And she wanted to read them. To devour them. The craving for that knowledge was so strong she ached with it.
From the time she was a little girl, running wild through the fields until she couldn't breathe, until the wind tangled her hair into knots, Jack Monaghan had amassed a whole mountain's worth of admiration in her soul. When the world had been bleak, he'd made her smile. Simple as that. And no matter how hard she tried to fight it, he still held his claim on that turf in her soul.
She looked up at him, a smile curving her lips. And he knew right then and there he would never be able to pull on Kate Garrett's hair in that playful way he'd done for years without remembering this moment.
It didn't seem fair that a few stolen moments could obliterate years' worth of history, but he had a feeling it could. Could and had. Or maybe 'obliterate' was the wrong word. Maybe it was more like mixing two handfuls of sand. One that represented their past and one for this. Put them together in a jar, and you would never be able to separate the two again. They would be mixed forever.
He was the fox in the henhouse. But even knowing that didn't stop him from wanting to eat her.
"Life can be a bitch," she said, hating the strident tone that laced it's way through her voice.
"I've never much liked that characterization. In my estimation life is a lot more like a pissed-off bull. You hang on as long as you can, even though the ride is uncomfortable. No matter how bad it is on, you sure as hell don't want to get bucked off."