As one of Georgia's most successful ranchers, Rhye Collins doesn't have time to even consider dating, but that changes when he meets Katrina Davis. When he sees the beautiful, but broken, girl. It is an instant attraction. It isn't a sexual attraction, but an urge to protect the innocent beauty from a horrible past and an even less desirable future. When he finds out her caregiver is trying to force her into a marriage with a man who thinks she is useless, he steps in and does the only thing a southern cowboy can do and asks her to marry him. Katrina quickly accepts his offer, but doesn't believe she can be the wife he deserves. She has been brought up to believe a woman's place was in the home. A wife, by her definition, is someone who can cook, clean and bare children, things she has never been able to do, not that she has been given the chance. Rhye doesn't believe that, he feels a marriage is a partnership and he is so proud that God gave him Katrina as a partner, but can he convince her of that? Find out in "My Cowboy, My Hero".

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When Ava and her friends decide to play their own version of "Truth or Dare", Ava winds up kissing someone she never expected... and wanting more? --STORY SAMPLE: When I was closer than a foot from him, I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled. Oh my lord. This guy was even hotter up close. I shoved all the thoughts from my head and said "Hi. My name's Ava." He smiled again and said "Nice to meet you. I'm Zander." That's all he could say before I kissed him. He immediately tensed up, but then he did something I didn't expect. He kissed me back and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I opened my mouth a little in shock, and his tongue went in my mouth. He tasted like rainwater and peppermint. Despite myself, I moaned a little when he deepened the kiss even further. After what felt like 2 hours, we broke apart. "I'm sorry," he said blushing a little "but it just kinda clicked." he explained, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's okay." I said, also starting to blush a little. For 2 minutes the awkward just settled between us, and I swear it was tangible. He broke the silence first, finally meeting my eyes and not staring at his high-tops. "So...", he started and chuckled nervously "Could I get your number?" I stared at him for a second wondering if it would even be a good idea, when he said "I know we don't know each other, but I felt fireworks just now, and even if we don't go on a date, I'd love to see you again." I just smiled and asked for his phone. ------- Remember to vote, follow, comment, etc. :) FOLLOW MY NEW INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT @felicitybwrites