Blair Andrews has spent the better part of her adulthood playing trophy wife to her politician husband in San Francisco. All she knows is her pampered, polished, perfect life.

Until it all comes crashing down around her.

After hiding out in her sister’s spare bedroom for months to avoid pitying looks on the streets, she decides it’s time to escape city life and learn to stand on her own.

On a whim, Blair buys a tiny home in a small Wyoming town where she is certain her new neighbor, Griffin Barlow, can’t stand her. He owns the local bar, is constantly covered in dirt from working on his family's ranch, and never smiles.

Is he grumpy because she infiltrated his privacy when she moved onto the once quiet street? Or is there more to it than that?

Blair has sworn off relationships, leaving the city behind to start fresh and find her independence.

But in Bluestone Lakes, Wyoming, she’s finding more than that.
Maybe…she’s finding home.

 

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Excerpt:

The dog barks excessively on the porch.

“Oh.” Nan jumps from her chair. “Blair must be back.”

Blair.

A scowl involuntarily forms on my face as I hear my neighbor’s name for the first time. Nan rushes to the front door, her excitement palpable. Until now, I hadn’t bothered to learn more about the woman living next door, but hearing her name sends a jolt of surprise through me. It’s not one I expected, but it is a name that would be associated with some uptight, rich girl.
I take one more bite of my sandwich and follow Nan.

Nan is on the steps, waving her down. Whistling and pointing to the dog and then waving her over again before shouting her name. You know, to make sure she gets the point.
Blair notices and starts walking this way.

Great.

Perfect.

More conversation.

It’s getting darker as the minutes pass. The moon reflects off the lake, while the sun hides behind the mountain peaks. It’s not until my porch light illuminates her that I finally get a good look at the woman who’s annoyed me since she moved in. For no other reason than existing.
Now I’m fucking pissed.

She’s not supposed to be this beautiful.

From the nights I’ve watched her letting her dog out from a distance and the time I drove past her in the truck, I never once got the view I do right now.

Her hair is a natural blend of light brown and blonde that falls just above her shoulders, with subtle highlights that I bet catch the sunlight when she stands in it. She has some of it pulled back in a petite bun on top of her head, pulling the hair away from her face to allow me a good look. The tiny bun makes her look young, but…fuck. Absolutely breathtaking. It’s hard to distinguish her eye color from the setting sun, but if I had to guess, they’re amber.

The color of my favorite whiskey.

With long lashes fluttering around them.

She’s smiling at me. Jesus Christ, she’s smiling.

I take a moment to scan her from head to toe. That’s when I notice she’s wearing a dress. What is with this woman and her dress clothes? It’s a deep maroon, long sleeve to match the weather for the night and stops just above her ankles, showing off a pair of boots with a low heel.

My eyes trail back up her body, and I notice her hand extended to greet me.

“I’m Blair. It’s nice to meet my neighbor finally,” she says softly.

Looking at her hand and back up to her, I have nothing to say. The soft smile on her lips falls the same time her arm drops to her side when she realizes I’m not shaking her hand in return.
She’s rendered me speechless, and I want to scream because of it.

The last time I saw someone the way I see her right now, she left.

She walked out of my life and this town like it meant nothing to her. Not that this would be the same, but I can’t remember the last time I even looked at a woman and thought she was beautiful. It’s a new feeling that brings back way too many bad memories.

She’s my neighbor. That’s fucking it.

I settle on, “Keep your dog away from my rose bushes,” then turn on my heel and walk back into my house.

I feel like an asshole, but I don’t regret it.

Even catching the brief feeling of hurt in her face, I can’t regret it.

She’s a city girl and doesn’t belong here.

Keeping my distance is the best thing for me.

But I have a strange feeling that my new neighbor is an angel who’s going to drag me through hell.

 

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