Her Favorite Color is Red

Her Favorite Color is Red

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Fiction
Romance
Cowboy
Friends to Lovers
Second Chance
Lynelle Harrison grew up on the lower end of middle class. She worked herself to the bone to put her now ex husband through law school, only to be paid back with 20 years of narcissistic abuse and flippant comments about her weight. At 41 years old, she has finally had enough and decided it's time to live for her. Not for a man, not for anyone but her. What happens when the universe sends not just one gorgeous ginger her way, but two. Will she stand by her choice to swear off men and live her life wild and carefree, or will she fall under their fiery spell. Merle Johnson, 44, struggling musician and Jack of all trades from Alabama. He works hard at everything he does, making a life for his three kids, but plays just as hard, hitting the honkytonks on the weekend. Darren Walker, 55, reformed bad boy. He used to run the streets, raking in money with shady deals, but now he runs a large financial firm on the west coast. He lives in Texas but spends half his time in California working. He lives to work, making a name for himself in the world of finance. What happens when their three different worlds collide? Who will come out the victor?
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