It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? And why did she have to be such a mess when it invol
Collision at Roosevelt Ranch: Roosevelt Ranch Book Three
β Scribed by Faber, Elise
- Book ID
- 110245124
- Publisher
- Elise Faber
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 144 KB
- Series
- Roosevelt Ranch 3
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? And why did she have to be such a mess when it involved really expensive cars and really handsome men? She was an emergency room nurse. She was supposed to have it all together, to be cool under pressure, to beβ Not turned into a complete puddle of mush when it came to the man whose car sheβd crunched. But Sam was so . . . so nice and sweet and gorgeous and he made Haleyβs brain just completely poof out of her skull. But Sam was also her past. Or rather, her sisterβs past. She couldnβt be infatuated with the man whoβd broken her sisterβs heart. She couldnβt want him. It didnβt matter that a decade had passed. Plus, Sam had never noticed her before. Haley was the littlesister, the annoying tagalong. Sam wasnβt attracted to her and he neverwould be. But what if that colliding of bumpers had finally knocked some sense into him? What if he decided Haley wasnβt the annoying little sister anymore? And what if she gave into the temptation of all her long held fantasies? Worse, what was Haley going to do if her sister found out?
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