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If you love stories with:

• best friends to more

• secret baby

• fairy tale retellings

• marriage of convenience

• secret identity

...then you'll feel right at home in Sweet Water!

WHERE THE COWBOYS ARE HONORABLE AND LOVE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY

In Sweet Water, North Dakota, the neighbors know everybody's business, the coffee's always on, and the cowboys keep their word.

A best friend helping her buddy find a wife.

A hometown hero meeting the daughter he never knew about.

A scarred rancher and a former supermodel.

A bride bought at auction, a billionaire's family ball, and one very inconvenient sprig of Christmas mistletoe.

Eleven love stories, one close-knit town, and the laugh-out-loud humor and quiet faith readers have come to love.

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Read a short excerpt of Book 1, The Cowboy's Best Friend, and meet Palmer and Ames.

Palmer went into the house, and Ames followed him in, as familiar with his house as she was with her own. The light over the stove was still on; otherwise, it was completely dark. Like most families in Sweet Water, they went to bed early and got up with the sun. Unless there was a water line to fix.

Ames got plates out while Palmer pulled the gelatin salad out of the fridge. She tried to be quiet, knowing that his grandparents slept downstairs. Even though they were both hard of hearing, she didn’t want to wake them up.

He scooped two pieces and set them on the plates while she pulled the silverware drawer open and pulled out two forks.

They grinned at each other like they were fifteen and sneaking dessert off the windowsill—which they had done—and not responsible adults coming in from saving the cows from dying of thirst.

He put the gelatin salad back in the fridge, and she grabbed both plates, pushing the screen door open with her hip.

Shutting the stove light off, he followed her out.

“We’ll see the lightning better if it’s out,” he said in the near pitch-black darkness.

They sat on the porch swing and watched the lightning flash across the sky while they ate their salad. Funny how Ames felt at home and comfortable on Palmer’s back porch swing. Occasional hard gusts of North Dakota’s famous wind whipped around them.

They weren’t touching, but she could feel the heat of his big body close to her, somehow comforting and disconcerting at the same time. Several sharp cracks of thunder made her jump, and she swallowed the last of her pie with a gulp.

“Here, I’ll take your plate.”

She handed it over, and he leaned over and set it on the small stand that sat flush against the house.

The springs creaked as he rocked them gently. He had one arm stretched up, hooked on the swing chain, and one arm behind her, not touching but sitting on the backrest.

“This is my favorite part of summer,” he said softly.

“I know.” She loved the storms too, as long as they weren’t out in them. They were fun to watch from the safety of the house. “There’s nothing more beautiful in the whole world than a North Dakota thunderstorm.” She could admit it.

“How about a North Dakota triple rainbow?”

“That was pretty, wasn’t it?” she asked wistfully, remembering.

“Yeah. Wish we’d gotten a picture. ’Course, somehow pictures of rainbows are never as beautiful as the real thing.”

“Have you ever seen a triple again?”

“Nope. Just that summer after we graduated. I used to wonder how you could live in such splendor and want to leave.” He spoke easily, and she knew he wasn’t judging her, just commenting.

“Yeah. Sometimes when I come back, I wonder the same thing. But then something always calls, and off I go again.”

He didn’t say anything. She knew it was because he didn’t understand, but he respected her choices. Just as she did his.

“Hey, here comes the rain. Hear it?” He smiled and tilted his head.

“Yeah,” she said softly.

“It’ll hit the barn roof next. We’ll really hear it then.”

A few seconds after he said that, the drumming of the rain on the roof reached them. “There it is,” she said.

Suddenly lightning hit so close they could hear the crackle. Thunder followed immediately, shaking the house and making the air vibrate. Ames yelped and jumped toward Palmer.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly.

She laughed. A little self-conscious, a lot nervous. She put her hand on his chest. Solid, and strong and warm.

His arm came down from the back of the swing, going around her shoulders and keeping her close to him. “You want to go inside?” he asked just as the rain reached them in torrents, smacking the house, blasting the porch roof over top of them, and beating into the ground.

“No,” she shouted over the noise. She felt safe and comfortable against Palmer. The strange excitement that built in her chest because of the storm still buzzed, twisting her heart and making her restless. But not restless enough to move. She leaned her head against Parker’s chest, and she felt his cheek rest against the top of her head.

The dark and the rain, the warmth coming from the chest under her cheek, all combined to make her feel like this was one of those times in life she wanted to cherish, just relax and enjoy, then tuck it away in her heart for safekeeping and occasional enjoyment. For the rest of her life, she could pull it out and remember the smell and the sound, but most of all the feel of the cowboy beside her, holding her and keeping her safe and warm.

The rain kept falling, and the lightning still flashed, though each crack of thunder sounded farther away.

Finally, the downpour slowed to a drizzle and stopped completely. Only the drip of water falling from the roof broke the silence.

Parker’s familiar, rugged scent mixed with petrichor combined to form the most delicious smell on earth. Ames breathed deeply of the sweet mix.

She didn’t know how long they sat there like that, snuggled together. She and Palmer had done many things over the years, but she’d never ended a day snuggled up next to him. She liked it. But the longer they stayed like this, the more she worried that it might impact their friendship. Make it awkward. After all, she didn’t snuggle on the porch swing in the dark with any of her other friends.

Because of this, she was extra reluctant to move, not wanting to break the spell and face the consequences.