City Limits Series by M. Mabie

ROOTS AND WINGS:
Suddenly, I was a bachelor in an unfamiliar town with a money pit of a house, a truck that wouldn’t run, and a new job. Yet, all could think about was Mutt, or at least that’s what they called her.
To me, she was gorgeous and witty … and perfect. She knew more duty than desire, more perseverance than passion, and more acquaintance than affection, but here was no way I’d ever want to change her. In fact, I was dying to show her the life she’d been missing, but first she’d have to trust me enough to tell me her real name.
I wanted to plant roots, but I refused to clip her wings. Not when she was everything I’d been looking for and all the home I’d ever need.

SUNSHINE AND RAIN:
Some things never changed: when it rained too much it was bound to flood, work on our farm was never done, and no woman alive compared to Sunny Wilbanks. She wasn’t just the town sweetheart with hair like the sun and a golden voice that drove me crazy. She was also the older woman who’d never seen me as anything more than a scrawny, lovesick kid.
Then again, some things were never meant to stay the same. Because after college, I wasn’t how she remembered, and the older I got the more I enjoyed women chasing me.
Turned out it was easy to forget about the rain when I was tangled up with pure sunshine, and there was no place I would have rather been. I just had to convince her I’d known what I was doing all along.

SMOKE AND MIRRORS:
My best laid plans had backfired. I’d thought by putting miles between myself and my first love that she’d be free to live whatever life she’d wanted, but when I came back from serving my country and Faith was raising her little girl alone, it was time to make new plans.
In eight years, not a single day had passed when she wasn’t on my mind, and not a night went by when I didn’t miss her. She was fierce and stunning and didn’t need a man in her life, but when the time came—and she wanted one—the line would start behind me.
Like smoke, I’d let her slip through my fingers once, but I’d never forgive the man in the mirror if I let it happen again. She was the fire inside me that would never burn out.