Breck by Brynn Hale

Tilly:
I’m okay with the ranchers around here not liking me.
But usually I don’t want to stick around to continue to debate with any of them.
Until… Breck—long legs, heavy cowboy boots, and a stare I can feel undressing me.
He makes my blood boil, but I find myself going back for more heat.
Breck, if only we could see eye-to-eye… in and out of bed.

Breck:
My brother usually listens to his best friend and her crazy environmentalist dreams.
But he’s off trying to get a handle on his feelings and I’m left to entertain Tilly’s mad ravings.
Until… I find myself wondering how that blonde hair would feel wound in my hand while those dark pink lips are under mine.
She makes me see red, but I find myself liking the color a whole lot.
Tilly, I’m ready to settle down, but maybe you can keep yelling my name… in bed.