Cowboy and His Second Chance

I got ghosted long before I had ever heard of the term ghosting.

A hot cowboy in a felt hat, rode into my life for three short months. In bed, Lincoln Maxwell brought out my wild side! He was everything I never thought I’d have…until my cowboy vanished into thin air.

Without him by my side, I still succeeded in making a good life for me and my girls. After sending my oldest off to college, I moved across the state and opened a brewery in Dripping Springs, Texas. It’s been over nine years since I felt his scruff beneath my finger tips…until the cowboy with the stormy blue eyes shows up at my bar.

Lincoln can’t keep his hands off my mom-bod. Letting him back in my bed is one thing; but allowing him back into my heart is a risk I’m not sure I’m willing to take.