
Saving The Rain
Rina Kent meets Lyla Sage in this forbidden spicy, age-gap, stepbrother rodeo cowboy romance, the fourth book in the CRIMSON RIDGE series from internationally bestselling author Elliott Rose.
I've been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams.
I had it all figured out, until a ride gone wrong left me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine.
My stepbrother.
Two rodeo riders in pursuit of the same buckle... before he left me behind.
I shouldn't be noticing how strong his hands look, and I certainly shouldn't be wondering if he thinks about me as much as I think about him.
It would be unthinkable to be drawn to him. Wouldn't it?
Rina Kent meets Lyla Sage in this forbidden spicy, age-gap, stepbrother rodeo cowboy romance, the fourth book in the CRIMSON RIDGE series from internationally bestselling author Elliott Rose.
I've been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams.
I had it all figured out, until a ride gone wrong left me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine.
My stepbrother.
Two rodeo riders in pursuit of the same buckle... before he left me behind.
I shouldn't be noticing how strong his hands look, and I certainly shouldn't be wondering if he thinks about me as much as I think about him.
It would be unthinkable to be drawn to him. Wouldn't it?
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Rina Kent meets Lyla Sage in this forbidden spicy, age-gap, stepbrother rodeo cowboy romance, the fourth book in the CRIMSON RIDGE series from internationally bestselling author Elliott Rose.
I've been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams.
I had it all figured out, until a ride gone wrong left me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine.
My stepbrother.
Two rodeo riders in pursuit of the same buckle... before he left me behind.
I shouldn't be noticing how strong his hands look, and I certainly shouldn't be wondering if he thinks about me as much as I think about him.
It would be unthinkable to be drawn to him. Wouldn't it?












