She could never choose between them...until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it's time to return to Preacher's Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie's back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there's only one place on earth Cassie belongs -- in their arms.
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Coming August 19 from Samhain Publishing!
The Boys Back Home M/M/F menage romance
Publisher: Samhain
Format: eBook
Length: Novella
Coming August 19
Excerpt
"I was real sorry about your mom, Cassie. I wanted to say something at the funeral, but you left so quickly…"
Bea's voice trailed off inquisitively, and Cassie grimaced to herself. So let her think that's why you left town, Cass. It's better that way. But as heartbroken as she'd been by her mother's death, that wasn't what had driven her, running like a scared rabbit, all the way from Preacher's Bend to the windy streets of Chicago and into Richard's arms.
Aloud, she replied, "I know. I'm sorry. I just had to get away for a while."
Bea nodded sagely. "I felt the same way when my mom passed on. Felt like my whole world was falling to pieces. But you're back now," she added with a last, satisfied nod. "Back where you belong. You've been missed around here, Cassie Jordan."
Cassie shifted uncomfortably at her words, both wanting and afraid to ask who, exactly, had missed her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was terrified of hearing their names.
Not his. Their. And that was the whole problem, wasn't it?
Even the unflappable Meredith Jordan had never had a solution for that dilemma. Cassie felt tears sting her eyes as she remembered the endless reassurances her mother had tendered over the years—reassurances which had never helped in the least. It's just a phase, Cassie. Why, I used to fall in love with near about every boy I saw… You're young yet, there's no shame in not knowing what you want… Don't worry, sweetie, someday you'll meet a man who…
A man. Always a man. She sighed, thinking of the engagement ring hidden in her coat pocket, and lifted the coffee mug to her lips.
Then the bell above the doorway jingled, and Cassie froze.
Suddenly, her heart was thudding like a jackhammer in her chest. She heard heavy footsteps approach, pause behind her… God, Cassie, get a grip! she told herself sternly. It's probably just old Mr. Hawley, or Mr. Tennant, or hell, it could be anybody.
It wasn't.
"Afternoon, Bea. You got any of that coffee to go?"
That warm, rumbling baritone voice could belong to only one person on earth. Cassie's fingers shook so badly she could barely put the mug back down, and she hunched her shoulders, desperately wishing she could sink into the floor and disappear.
"Oh, I think we could manage something." There was an anticipatory gleam in Bea's eyes. "One today, or two?"
"Two."
Bea filled two Styrofoam cups, held them out and rang up the sale, and then, then, just as Cassie could feel him turning away and was beginning to consider letting herself sigh in relief...
"Kyle Watson," Bea said sternly, "aren't you even going to say hello to Cassie?"
Thump. Something hit the floor, followed immediately by a pained oath. "Shit! Damn! Hell, that stings."
Cassie glanced over her shoulder to see coffee splattered across the floor and Kyle Watson, his broad shoulders hunched beneath his worn sheepskin jacket, glaring at Bea from under the rim of his Stetson as he sucked the back of his hand. "Dammit, Bea! You did that on purpose."
Bea laughed. "I'll get you another."
Kyle scrubbed futilely at the sleeve of his coat while Bea poured him a fresh cup of coffee, and Cassie, her heart pounding, held herself rigid on the stool, trying so hard not to think of the last time she'd seen him…
"You know, Kyle, since you're going that way, maybe you'd give Cassie a ride out to her place. It's a powerful long walk."
Damn you, Bea.
Cassie could feel the blood rising to her cheeks as Kyle turned, smiling, and then there was no place to hide, no place to look except up into eyes so light a blue they were almost silver, piercing her straight to the bone. He tilted back his Stetson, his face spreading into a grin that was so easy, so familiar, it seemed to melt away the years as if they'd never happened at all.
