LEAVE HIM LOVED by Harloe Rae
Release date: February 25th
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Blurb
I’m a city girl—born and raised. A towering high-rise that overlooks the hustle and bustle is where my future should lead.
Living in farm country? That possibility never had a place on my bucket list. Until now.
Bumping into Reeve Colton—local bachelor and shameless flirt—on my introductory stroll down Main Street is a pleasant surprise. The small-town charm of Bampton Valley begins sinking in that afternoon. Maybe this temporary relocation is a blessing in disguise.
What starts as a bit of fun becomes complicated in a hurry. It turns out Reeve and I have more in common than our mutual appreciation of good barbecue.
But that won’t change the inevitable.
When my contract is done, I’ll be leaving him—and Bampton Valley—behind.
I’m a city girl—born and raised. A towering high-rise that overlooks the hustle and bustle is where my future should lead.
Living in farm country? That possibility never had a place on my bucket list. Until now.
Bumping into Reeve Colton—local bachelor and shameless flirt—on my introductory stroll down Main Street is a pleasant surprise. The small-town charm of Bampton Valley begins sinking in that afternoon. Maybe this temporary relocation is a blessing in disguise.
What starts as a bit of fun becomes complicated in a hurry. It turns out Reeve and I have more in common than our mutual appreciation of good barbecue.
But that won’t change the inevitable.
When my contract is done, I’ll be leaving him—and Bampton Valley—behind.
Excerpt
I glance at his sneakers. “What’s your opinion on cowboy boots?”
“Everyone should own a pair.” The statement rolls off his tongue like an indisputable fact.
I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never have I ever.”
“Oh, are we playing?” That sinful grin tilts higher.
The heat coiling inside me cranks hotter. “I was just stating a fact.”
“Next time we’re at the Salt Lick, it’s on.”
“That game is definitely more entertaining with copious amounts of liquor.” I tip the beer to my lips.
“Especially with your lewd frame of mind.”
“Ha, you’re hilarious.”
“And you’re the one who coined CornHub.”
I pick at some lint on the blanket. “You’ve got me there.”
“I appreciate your wild and adventurous spirit.” The gleam in his gaze returns.
A twitch crooks at the corner of my lips. Volleying with an equally sweet comment is a seamless move. Instead, I allow a trickling melody of silence to dance between us.
Reeve peers over at me. “Any interest in going to a football game?”
I knit my brows. Attending a sporting event had occurred to me as an option. I didn’t know where to begin with possibilities, though. “Iowa doesn’t have a pro team.”
“Damn, you’re cute.” He chuckles and lightly nudges me in the ribs. “I meant high school.”
And now I want to hide behind a tree. “Ah, that makes more sense.”
“Certainly does. So, wanna go?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I’m a fan of the game. Did you ever play?”
“Offensive line. I was a tight end,” he explains.
“No past tense about that,” I whisper.
“If that does something for you, I still have my jersey.”
“How about the stretchy pants?”
“Ball huggers,” Reeve corrects.
“Yeah,” I purr.
It might be my imagination, but he seems to bend closer. The blue in his eyes swirls with tiny specks of green. The usually cool combination sparks with fire. His hand barely brushes mine, but an unmistakable tingle zaps up my arm. Rather than retreating, he traces the center of my palm with his finger. This type of touch—whether by accident or very much on purpose is irrelevant—steps our harmless flirting up several notches. I suck in a sharp breath, and he notices.
Reeve shifts a safe distance away, taking his warmth with him. The absence of his touch is an immediate loss. His gaze burns into me, vivid depths swirling with undeniable want that I’m positive reflects in my own eyes. He leans in, ghosting the tip of his nose across my cheek. I tremble and tilt into him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I lick my bottom lip, preparing to eliminate this invisible barrier separating us once and for all.
I glance at his sneakers. “What’s your opinion on cowboy boots?”
“Everyone should own a pair.” The statement rolls off his tongue like an indisputable fact.
I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never have I ever.”
“Oh, are we playing?” That sinful grin tilts higher.
The heat coiling inside me cranks hotter. “I was just stating a fact.”
“Next time we’re at the Salt Lick, it’s on.”
“That game is definitely more entertaining with copious amounts of liquor.” I tip the beer to my lips.
“Especially with your lewd frame of mind.”
“Ha, you’re hilarious.”
“And you’re the one who coined CornHub.”
I pick at some lint on the blanket. “You’ve got me there.”
“I appreciate your wild and adventurous spirit.” The gleam in his gaze returns.
A twitch crooks at the corner of my lips. Volleying with an equally sweet comment is a seamless move. Instead, I allow a trickling melody of silence to dance between us.
Reeve peers over at me. “Any interest in going to a football game?”
I knit my brows. Attending a sporting event had occurred to me as an option. I didn’t know where to begin with possibilities, though. “Iowa doesn’t have a pro team.”
“Damn, you’re cute.” He chuckles and lightly nudges me in the ribs. “I meant high school.”
And now I want to hide behind a tree. “Ah, that makes more sense.”
“Certainly does. So, wanna go?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I’m a fan of the game. Did you ever play?”
“Offensive line. I was a tight end,” he explains.
“No past tense about that,” I whisper.
“If that does something for you, I still have my jersey.”
“How about the stretchy pants?”
“Ball huggers,” Reeve corrects.
“Yeah,” I purr.
It might be my imagination, but he seems to bend closer. The blue in his eyes swirls with tiny specks of green. The usually cool combination sparks with fire. His hand barely brushes mine, but an unmistakable tingle zaps up my arm. Rather than retreating, he traces the center of my palm with his finger. This type of touch—whether by accident or very much on purpose is irrelevant—steps our harmless flirting up several notches. I suck in a sharp breath, and he notices.
Reeve shifts a safe distance away, taking his warmth with him. The absence of his touch is an immediate loss. His gaze burns into me, vivid depths swirling with undeniable want that I’m positive reflects in my own eyes. He leans in, ghosting the tip of his nose across my cheek. I tremble and tilt into him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I lick my bottom lip, preparing to eliminate this invisible barrier separating us once and for all.
About the Author
Harloe Rae is a USA Today & Amazon Top 10 best-selling author. Her passion for writing and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable adventure.
She’s a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. There’s nothing quite like an epic happily ever after. When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is the author of the Reclusive series, Watch Me Follow, the #BitterSweetHeat series, Ask Me Why, the Silo Springs series, and Left For Wild. These titles are available on Amazon.
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Harloe Rae is a USA Today & Amazon Top 10 best-selling author. Her passion for writing and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable adventure.
She’s a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. There’s nothing quite like an epic happily ever after. When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is the author of the Reclusive series, Watch Me Follow, the #BitterSweetHeat series, Ask Me Why, the Silo Springs series, and Left For Wild. These titles are available on Amazon.
Connect w/ Harloe
Website: www.harloe-rae.blog
Facebook: http://Facebook.com/authorharloerae
Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/harloehotties/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/harloerae
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/harloerae
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/HarloeOnGR
BookBub: http://bit.ly/HarloeBB
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