What happens when you take the city girl and move her to the country? That's currently the situation that Elizabeth or Liz for short is facing. Her dad just died and her mom was seriously in a mid-life crisis which consisted of her mother thinking it would be a good idea to move back to her small hometown in the middle of hillbilly central to live in the house her grandma had left them in her will when she passed. Could Liz handle the new move, and leaving behind her glorious lifestyle and friends. The city was her home, how would she deal with fields and stars instead of tall buildings and lights. What would happen when the small towns champion bullrider took an interest in her, would she let all her walls she has spent her whole life building come down and let herself fall for him, or will she ignore him and do everything in her power to get back to her city of lights. Seriously this book is so much better than my lame description of it.

Daniel Taylor went into his summer thinking that he's just going to work, get paid, and be with his family; after being away at college for two years. When Daniel meets a girl at a wedding, he feels as though they're going to meet again. Even though the girl doesn't want to be anywhere near him. When the two meet again, Daniel finds that she's...the Farmer's Daughter.

April Tuner a four time national barrel racing champion and Nick Smith a four time bull riding champion had married and had a beautiful daughter named May. May being just like her mother she is wild at heart. She loves the rodeo and loves barrel racing just like mother. But one of the few things that are different between the two is May has her eyes not only on the big champion belt buckle but also a certain roper named Jack Hatch. Is rodeo love starting all over again or is May just in store for a heart break?

(Excerpt) I looked up into his gorgeous, honey-colored eyes and felt my heart begin to thrum with the love that was trying to over take me. His eyes were piercing and seemed to hold some unknown emotion that he was having a hard time controlling. The wind whispered against my bare legs and shoulders and I instantly regretted the tank top, blue jean shorts, and cowboy boots. I shivered unconsciously and he looked at me with concerned eyes. Without speaking, he slipped off his plaid button-up shirt and slipped it onto my shoulders. My cheeks instantly flushed a bright red. “How do you do it?” he asked me in wonder. “Do what?” I asked, confused. “Steal away my attention even with this captivating view surrounding me,” he frowned. My cheeks flushed even redder, “You are so cheesy and romantic, you know it? You’re like my own personal redneck Romeo.” “If I’m a redneck Romeo, then you are definitely my tan-legged Juliet,” he smirked and I knew that I was done for.