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Alternate cover edition of ISBN 9781804560495<br />
<br />
In my world, love comes with a rulebook.<br />
<br />
Marry the right girl. From the right family. With the right last name.<br />
<br />
I’m Jack Alden—the only son of the Alden dynasty. The kind of New York family that’s been around since ships were made of wood and fortunes were built on steel.<br />
<br />
My mother’s been trying to find me a “suitable” wife for years.<br />
<br />
So naturally, I fall for a woman who couldn’t care less about any of it.<br />
Iris Wilde.<br />
<br />
I first saw her at the New York City Ballet—crying in the stalls like the music had cracked her open. She didn’t know who I was. She wasn’t performing for anyone. She was just… real.<br />
<br />
One night with her, and I remembered what it felt like to actually breathe.<br />
<br />
Then she disappeared.<br />
<br />
Months later, I find her again—on a fruit farm in the middle of Colorado, hurling raspberries at me like she’s auditioning for a food fight. Turns out, Iris is smart, stubborn, and not remotely impressed by a billionaire with a trust fund and an overbearing mother.<br />
<br />
She makes me laugh.<br />
<br />
She makes me think.<br />
<br />
And for the first time in my life, I want something that isn’t written in my family’s history books.<br />
<br />
But old money comes with old rules.<br />
<br />
And loving Iris means breaking every single one.<br />
<br />
They say you can’t choose where you come from.<br />
<br />
Maybe not.<br />
<br />
But you can choose who you fight for.<br />
<br />
And this time, I’m choosing her.<br />
<br />
Because when it comes to Iris Wilde—I don’t just love.<br />
<br />
I love hard<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>ONE<br><br>Iris<br><br>Las Vegas, Las Vegas, Las Vegas, I keep saying to myself. I’m the world’s worst liar, and I just know that if I’m not careful, I’m going to mention New York City when I talk to my dad. He thinks I’m going to Las Vegas to visit my best friend from school, who left Star Falls the year before graduation, a little under ten years ago. He also thinks this is an annual trip.<br />
<br />
Fact is, I haven’t seen Stephanie since she left. But she’s a very convenient cover. I’m actually headed to New York City, on my own, like I do every year, to watch the opening night of the new season of the New York City Ballet.<br />
<br />
“Iris?” Dad calls.<br />
<br />
“In here,” I say. We’re coming to the end of strawberry season, and we have a minute before pears and watermelons are at their peak. But my September weekends away always come with a little more scrutiny than I’d like. I hate lying. But, even more, I hate to make my dad and brother feel guilty, which is why I don’t tell them where I’m really going.<br />
<br />
He stands in the doorway to the makeshift office I have off the barn. “I just saw Donna on the way back from the delivery to the Club.”<br />
<br />
My stomach turns over at the thought of what Dad’s going to say next. No one apart from me knows I’m headed to New York, but I’ve thought for a while now that our neighbor, Donna has… powers. Possibly mind reading. Kidding, not kidding. It’s part of the reason I avoid her at this time of year.<br />
<br />
“Oh, how did it go at the Club? Did they like it?” We’ve just started supplying a local private members resort with fruit. Most stuff we sell through wholesalers, but the Colorado Club approached us just after they opened about supplying them direct. It’s nice to be able to cut out the middleman. It’s not big business, but it all adds up.<br />
<br />
“Donna said Stephanie’s in town.”<br />
<br />
My entire body freezes, and I have to remind myself to breathe.<br />
<br />
Stephanie.<br />
<br />
My best friend.<br />
<br />
The one I’m supposed to be going to Las Vegas to visit tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.<br />
<br />
I knew hearing Donna’s name wasn’t a good thing.<br />
<br />
Why in the hell is Stephanie in town? She hasn’t been back here since she and her family left nearly a decade ago. So much for her being the perfect cover.<br />
<br />
“Stephanie?” I ask, trying to buy myself some time to come up with an explanation.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, Stephanie, who moved to Las Vegas. Why is she here if you’re about to go and visit her? Does it mean you’re not going? I didn’t want to say anything, but we could do with an extra pair of hands around here.”<br />
<br />
There’s no way I’m going to miss my trip. There aren’t many things I get to do without my brother and my dad. We all live together. We all work together. But once a year, I have my trip to New York all for myself. Now that I’ve finally finished my correspondence course and gotten my high school diploma—ten years late—my annual trip is the only thing I have that’s not about my family and Wilde’s Farm. I’m not giving it up.<br />
<br />
“Oh, Stephanie Gardener. No, I’m not going to Las Vegas to see Stephanie,” I say. If Stephanie is in Star Falls, I have no idea how long she’s staying. And I leave tomorrow for New York. If she’s still here, my entire story falls apart.<br />
<br />
“What are you talking about?” he asks. “You’ve been going to Las Vegas to see Stephanie for years now.”<br />
<br />
My brother scoots in under my dad’s arm and plonks down in the visitor chair wedged in between my desk and a pile of old crates that I really need to find a home for.<br />
<br />
“What’s going on?” Bray asks.<br />
<br />
“Doesn’t Iris go to Las Vegas to see Stephanie, that girl from school, every year?” Dad asks.<br />
<br />
“She’s going tomorrow,” Bray says.<br />
<br />
Dad nods, pleased that someone’s agreeing with him, and they both look at me.<br />
<br />
“We go to Vegas together. Stephanie lives in Arizona. We meet in Vegas. But she can’t make it this year. Family stuff.” I’m babbling. Words are just spewing out. I have no idea if any of them make sense.<br />
<br />
“So you’re going on your own?” Bray asks.<br />
<br />
“What are you doing in Vegas on your own?” Dad asks. “Are you gambling? You know the only person who wins is the house,” he says. “You may as well just march up to the owner of the casino and give your money straight to him.”<br />
<br />
“I’m not gambling, Dad,” I say, pretending to be reading something on my computer screen, rather than desperately trying to think of who I could be in Vegas with. Stephanie is the only person I’ve ever known well who left Star Falls. Everyone else in this town has lived here their entire lives. Stephanie being back has completely blown my cover.<br />
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My life is basically a three-item to-do list:<br />
<br />
1. Keep my eight-year-old daughter happy.<br />
<br />
2. Keep my job at the elementary school.<br />
<br />
3. Keep my big, scary dream of being a full-time artist locked up where it can’t break my heart.<br />
<br />
Easy. Manageable. Drama-free.<br />
<br />
And then Fisher Wright strolls into Star Falls.<br />
<br />
Tall. Charming. British. The kind of dangerously attractive that should come with a warning label—or maybe a hazmat suit in my size. He’s here for eight weeks, helping a famous music superstar record her next album.<br />
<br />
We have one harmless, flirty conversation at the local bar.<br />
Then it’s wine on my porch.<br />
Then stolen kisses by the falls.<br />
Then… oh no, actual feelings. The big, messy, life-complicating kind I swore I didn’t have time for.<br />
<br />
But his life is in New York. Mine is here. And long-distance fairytales? Please. They don’t come true — especially when there’s a kid involved.<br />
<br />
So why is he making secret plans to get my art in front of Manhattan’s elite?<br />
Why am I suddenly imagining him at my daughter’s soccer games?<br />
And why does it feel like the only temporary thing here… is the eight-week expiration date we agreed on?<br />
<br />
Small-town slow burn. Single mom sunshine and a grumpy Brit. Steamy porch kisses. And one very inconvenient, very irresistible love<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>ONE<br><br>Juniper<br><br>I can’t remember the last time I was excited about seeing a guy. I pop the lid off my new eyeliner and try to perfect the eye flick I saw an influencer on the ’Gram doing. I rarely wear makeup. It feels like one more daily chore, and I have enough of those. Tonight, I’m making an exception. The last time I had a crush, I was in high school. That was over a decade ago, and it’s been two years since my last date. But this evening, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be in the same general vicinity of the British friend of a guy I went to high school with.<br />
<br />
Byron—who grew up in this town but moved to New York as soon as he could—has built a fancy resort on the edge of town. The grand opening for all the super wealthy VIPs is tonight. I’m not going there, even though eighteen of my paintings now hang in the Club after Byron purchased them. Fancy parties aren’t my vibe. But Byron’s throwing an after-party at Grizzly’s, the local bar, and I’m pretty sure his friend Fisher is going to be there.<br />
<br />
I feel like I’m sixteen, desperate to spot the quarterback in the school halls.<br />
<br />
He might not even show.<br />
<br />
It’s not like we’re heading out on a date.<br />
<br />
We haven’t even met.<br />
<br />
Fisher was introduced to a group of us at Grizzly’s when he and Byron were on their way out a few weeks ago, but it was a Hey, everyone, this is Fisher, Fisher, this is everyone kinda deal. I’m not sure he even saw me, but I definitely saw him. I had to try very hard not to pass out. It wouldn’t surprise me if he turned out to be Henry Cavill’s hotter younger brother.<br />
<br />
The first things I noticed were his broad shoulders and muscular forearms. My gaze trailed up, and I took in his dirty-blond hair and wide smile, and I shuddered. I actually shook from looking at the guy. When he slid his hand along his strong, stubbled jaw, it sent a jolt of electricity between my legs. I’ve never had such a physical reaction to just being close to a man.<br />
<br />
But tonight… Byron says he’s going to introduce me to Fisher because Fisher might know someone who might want to buy my artwork. I think that’s what he said. Or he might know someone who wants to help me do something with my art. I don’t remember the details—just that Byron wanted to introduce me to the tall, blond British guy who made my body weak when I first saw him.<br />
<br />
I’m good with that. Very good.<br />
<br />
I’m not sure if it’s because Fisher’s new in town that had my body reacting the way it did. Maybe it’s because he’s British and the accent is like molten chocolate. It could be that he has the biggest, warmest smile I’ve ever seen. Tick here for all of the above. All I know is that when I first laid eyes on him, it was like I was hit with a thunderbolt and my vagina woke from a decade-long hibernation and told me she was ready for business.<br />
<br />
It’s not like I’m expecting to… I don’t know… fall in love or have Fisher fall in love with me. He lives in New York and is only here to celebrate the opening of Byron’s private members resort, the Colorado Club. Soon enough, he’ll be back in New York, and I’ll still be here in Star Falls. But it’s nice to remember what it feels like to be attracted to someone again. It’s been a long time.<br />
<br />
I drop my eyeliner back in the pencil pot Riley made me for my birthday and comb my fingers through my long, wavy hair. I can’t brush it. It will just frizz. It will have to do.<br />
<br />
An agonizing groan comes from the other side of my bedroom door, and I go out to investigate.<br />
<br />
“Riley?” I ask as I pop my head into her bedroom.<br />
<br />
But she’s not in there. The TV is blaring from the living room, but she’s not in there, either.<br />
<br />
“Riley?” I call out.<br />
<br />
“Moooom!” A strangled cry comes from the bathroom.<br />
<br />
I rush into the bathroom to find Riley, my normally full-of-beans eight-year-old daughter hunched over the toilet bowl.<br />
<br />
“Mom,” she cries. “I threw up.”<br />
<br />
My stomach hits the floor, and my heart sinks down beside it. I kneel down next to her, rubbing circles on her back with my palm. “I’m here, my sweet girl.”<br />
<br />
I place my free hand across her forehead. She’s burning hot.<br />
<br />
“I think I’m going to throw⁠—”<br />
<br />
After she throws up what’s left of her lunch, I strip off her pajamas and put her in the shower.<br />
<br />
“Mom, why am I sick?”<br />
<br />
“I don’t know, sweetheart. We all get sick.”<br />
<br />
I grab some shower gel and soap down her body. She barely moves. Normally, she’d be dancing about, singing a Vivian Cross song.<br />
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Rosey<br />
I never thought I’d be a runaway bride. But when it came down to it, I just couldn’t marry the wrong man.<br />
So, I ran.<br />
And somehow, I ended up in Star Falls, Colorado—stranded, no luggage, no plan—in a wedding dress with a past I’d rather forget.<br />
Fate lands me in the only available rental in town, a cozy little cabin… right next door to Byron Miller, the brooding billionaire who wants nothing to do with me. Or this town.<br />
<br />
Byron<br />
I left Star Falls years ago, along with every mistake. Now I’m back, determined to build a luxury resort that might just rewrite my past.<br />
The last thing I need is a distraction—especially not one like the runaway bride that moved in next door. She has too many secrets and a smile so wide, I just can’t look away.<br />
But no matter how hard I try to keep my distance, there’s something about her, that refuses to be ignored.<br />
Snow falls. Sparks fly. Late-night porch talks turn into something more, something neither of us expected. But Rosey’s past isn’t far behind, and my future here is hanging by a thread.<br />
She’s just passing through. I’m trying not to put down roots. But Star Falls, Colorado has its own plan.<br />
<br />
A standalone romance, perfect for fans of small-town romance, sizzling chemistry, and fresh starts<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>ONE<br><br>Rosey<br><br>The mirror reveals my three younger sisters in bias-cut, peacock-green satin, sucking in their cheeks and taking selfies. It also reveals a snow-white veil draping over my bared shoulders down to perfectly manicured fingertips. I should be the one giggling with excitement, unable to sit still for anticipation.<br />
<br />
After all, this is my wedding day.<br />
<br />
Frank might be older, and I might not exactly love him, but I’m grateful to him, and that’s almost love, isn’t it?<br />
<br />
I take in a breath, the bones in my corset pressing against my rib cage. I’m so lucky, I remind myself. I’m never going to have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. I’m not going to have to tell my children not to make a sound when Mr. McAlister bangs on the door of the trailer, looking for rent. I get to live in a house with a yard and a top-loading washer. Frank says we’re traveling overseas for our honeymoon. He’s keeping the destination a secret. I’ve never even made it across the border into California. Never been on an airplane. Before Frank, I’d never been to the grocery store and not had to do mental arithmetic as I added every item to my cart to ensure I had enough money to cover the necessities. Marriage to Frank promises so much.<br />
<br />
I. Am. So. Lucky.<br />
<br />
Except, no matter how many times I say it to myself, how much I will myself to feel it, I can’t drown out the voices screaming at me, telling me I shouldn’t be walking down the aisle in thirty minutes.<br />
<br />
“Are you going to get pregnant right away?” Lydia asks out of nowhere. “Cement the deal?”<br />
<br />
The room tilts a little and I close my eyes. A child? The boning in my corset is going to leave bruises. Everything’s just so tight. I can’t breathe.<br />
<br />
My sisters are happy to accept the niceties that come with me dating the co-owner of the second-biggest car dealership in Eugene, Oregon. They know this isn’t a love match. It doesn’t occur to them that it should be. Frank’s been generous with my family. When we started dating, he obviously felt he had to seduce the entire family. He gave Kitty a job and had a chat with the sheriff when she got caught up in an argument with her boyfriend. He took all five of us out for dinner after our fifth date, and bought everyone Christmas presents three months later, after he insisted everyone spend the holiday at his house.<br />
<br />
And when he proposed, he also announced he’d bought the trailer we’d grown up in, and gave it to me as an early wedding present—his way of making sure my family was taken care of. Frank is kind. He’s generous. I could do a lot worse.<br />
<br />
So why aren’t I looking forward to being married to him? Having a child with him?<br />
<br />
My mother comes out of the bathroom. She’s wearing lipstick, which I’ve only witnessed two other times in my life. She’s wearing a long, pastel-blue dress that looks like it was meant for someone else. It’s just so formal. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so unlike themselves. I look down at my gown. Maybe the congregation will feel the same way when they see me dressed up like this.<br />
<br />
She meets my eyes in the mirror and pulls back her shoulders, like she does when someone accuses her of something. “You look beautiful, Rosey. You always do. A smile would complete the picture.” It’s an accusation in disguise: Why aren’t you excited that you’ve landed a man like Frank Goad? You’re going to have a charmed life. It’s good for your whole family.<br />
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Rosey<br />
I never thought I’d be a runaway bride. But when it came down to it, I just couldn’t marry the wrong man.<br />
So, I ran.<br />
And somehow, I ended up in Star Falls, Colorado—stranded, no luggage, no plan—in a wedding dress with a past I’d rather forget.<br />
Fate lands me in the only available rental in town, a cozy little cabin… right next door to Byron Miller, the brooding billionaire who wants nothing to do with me. Or this town.<br />
<br />
Byron<br />
I left Star Falls years ago, along with every mistake. Now I’m back, determined to build a luxury resort that might just rewrite my past.<br />
The last thing I need is a distraction—especially not one like the runaway bride that moved in next door. She has too many secrets and a smile so wide, I just can’t look away.<br />
But no matter how hard I try to keep my distance, there’s something about her, that refuses to be ignored.<br />
Snow falls. Sparks fly. Late-night porch talks turn into something more, something neither of us expected. But Rosey’s past isn’t far behind, and my future here is hanging by a thread.<br />
She’s just passing through. I’m trying not to put down roots. But Star Falls, Colorado has its own plan.<br />
<br />
A standalone romance, perfect for fans of small-town romance, sizzling chemistry, and fresh starts<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>ONE<br><br>Rosey<br><br>The mirror reveals my three younger sisters in bias-cut, peacock-green satin, sucking in their cheeks and taking selfies. It also reveals a snow-white veil draping over my bared shoulders down to perfectly manicured fingertips. I should be the one giggling with excitement, unable to sit still for anticipation.<br />
<br />
After all, this is my wedding day.<br />
<br />
Frank might be older, and I might not exactly love him, but I’m grateful to him, and that’s almost love, isn’t it?<br />
<br />
I take in a breath, the bones in my corset pressing against my rib cage. I’m so lucky, I remind myself. I’m never going to have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. I’m not going to have to tell my children not to make a sound when Mr. McAlister bangs on the door of the trailer, looking for rent. I get to live in a house with a yard and a top-loading washer. Frank says we’re traveling overseas for our honeymoon. He’s keeping the destination a secret. I’ve never even made it across the border into California. Never been on an airplane. Before Frank, I’d never been to the grocery store and not had to do mental arithmetic as I added every item to my cart to ensure I had enough money to cover the necessities. Marriage to Frank promises so much.<br />
<br />
I. Am. So. Lucky.<br />
<br />
Except, no matter how many times I say it to myself, how much I will myself to feel it, I can’t drown out the voices screaming at me, telling me I shouldn’t be walking down the aisle in thirty minutes.<br />
<br />
“Are you going to get pregnant right away?” Lydia asks out of nowhere. “Cement the deal?”<br />
<br />
The room tilts a little and I close my eyes. A child? The boning in my corset is going to leave bruises. Everything’s just so tight. I can’t breathe.<br />
<br />
My sisters are happy to accept the niceties that come with me dating the co-owner of the second-biggest car dealership in Eugene, Oregon. They know this isn’t a love match. It doesn’t occur to them that it should be. Frank’s been generous with my family. When we started dating, he obviously felt he had to seduce the entire family. He gave Kitty a job and had a chat with the sheriff when she got caught up in an argument with her boyfriend. He took all five of us out for dinner after our fifth date, and bought everyone Christmas presents three months later, after he insisted everyone spend the holiday at his house.<br />
<br />
And when he proposed, he also announced he’d bought the trailer we’d grown up in, and gave it to me as an early wedding present—his way of making sure my family was taken care of. Frank is kind. He’s generous. I could do a lot worse.<br />
<br />
So why aren’t I looking forward to being married to him? Having a child with him?<br />
<br />
My mother comes out of the bathroom. She’s wearing lipstick, which I’ve only witnessed two other times in my life. She’s wearing a long, pastel-blue dress that looks like it was meant for someone else. It’s just so formal. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so unlike themselves. I look down at my gown. Maybe the congregation will feel the same way when they see me dressed up like this.<br />
<br />
She meets my eyes in the mirror and pulls back her shoulders, like she does when someone accuses her of something. “You look beautiful, Rosey. You always do. A smile would complete the picture.” It’s an accusation in disguise: Why aren’t you excited that you’ve landed a man like Frank Goad? You’re going to have a charmed life. It’s good for your whole family.<br />
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