Curls of purple, pink and blue across her cheeks and back, she’s a vision. She pulled out a flask; gave me summer wine. Her kiss tasted of everything I wanted but shouldn’t. She tempers my torment, soothes my despair, and fans my passion. If I could fall more deeply in love with her, I did it just then. But I had to let her go.
Bewitching Adam: The rancher and the spitfire, a strangers-to-lovers standalone romance (Wyoming Blues Book 3)