When Jake's past shows up on the doorstep in the form of the wife he thought was dead, Grace has had enough. Can Jake save his marriage to the wife he loves before the other one puts him in his grave?

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Length: 9 hours, 41 minutes

Author: Catherine Snodgrass

Narrator: C.D. Brooks

$24.99

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"Then I would expect you to continue to do the honorable thing." Ma pulled in a breath. "Mr. Tanner, the only way my daughter is leaving here with you is if you marry her."

The silence in the house was complete. Not even the crickets dared make a sound. Grace's mouth dropped open. All she could do was stare at her mother.

What was she thinking? She'd only met Jake Tanner hours before. But that wouldn't matter to Ma. She and Pa had never met until they stood before the preacher. That's just how things were done back then. Obviously, it looked like that's how Ma intended things to be done now too.

Grace dared a look Jake's way. His gaze shifted between her and Ma then finally settled on her. She was surprised he still sat there. Only his manners kept him from grabbing that cow and heading for home.

She watched him watch her and wondered what he was thinking and why he didn't tell her parents they could go to blue blazes.

He scratched at the stubble on his face, looked at her mother, then her father, and back to her. Then again. Then to every face at that table.

"All right...I'll marry her."

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Sterling Marlow rides into the Parker farm in time to celebrate the wedding of one of Kincaid Parker’s daughters. But it's the Pastor’s older daughter, Kendra, who catches his attention. She wants him as much as he wants her, and who is he to deny the needs of a young woman?

But will a single encounter satisfy either of them?

Length: 46 minutes

Author: Lauri Robinson

Narrator: Keziah Isaacs

$5.99

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A coy smiled twisted her mouth as the tip of her tongue slipped out to moisten pink lips. Sweat popped out on his neck, he tensed against the shiver rippling over his shoulders.

Kendra Parker lowered her hand from her hair, held it out to him.

It took every once of control not to grab her hand, pull her against his chest, and kiss the hell out of her. He’d never met a more beautiful woman, nor had one made love to him with their eyes before. Damn! He was wound tighter than a diamond back. Exhaling, low and slow, he reached for her hand.

“Miss Parker,” he greeted, wincing at how his tone was a good three notes higher than normal.

“Major.” Her voice was as lovely as the rest of her—soft, sweet, and more provocative than any saloon girl could ever hope to mimic.

She didn’t try to pull her hand away, just let her supple, smooth palm rest against his. Their matching heat mingled, danced. Those blue eyes, still locked onto his, smoldered with enough heat to spark a fire all the way down in Texas. His toes curled inside his boots.

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Maggie had problems. Lots of them. A stranger was out to destroy her. She was on the verge of losing her famous cutting horse ranch, Mercy Creek. And she needed help to prepare for the Wayback Grand Rodeo, her make-it-or-break-it moment.

Can Hawk help Maggie save Mercy Creek... and save himself, as well?

Author: Judith Rochelle

$7.99

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He hauled the jack out of the truck bed, got down beneath the undercarriage and clamped it into place. As he began levering the handle the first fat drops of rain splattered on his battered Resistol hat and dripped onto his hands.

Great. Just damn great. Could anything else possibly go wrong?

He pumped the lever harder, anxious to get the job done. He could feel the eyes of the hawk, still in its circle of surveillance.

A jagged streak of lightning flashed across the graying sky and the heavy boom of thunder rumbled through the air, sounding a lot closer than he’d like. When he cast a look at the darkening sky he saw the hawk circle once then head off into the distance. He knew that with any kind of darkness they immediately sought shelter. To bad he wasn’t as smart as the hawk.

Jocko whinnied and shuffled his hooves restlessly.

“Easy, boy. We’ll be on our way in a minute.”

I hope.

With the jack finally in place, he began the task of removing the lug nuts. He had them about half done when a streak that Hawk swore looked like Thor’s own thunderbolt zapped the air. With the companion roar of thunder even closer, the rain began in earnest, pouring down over him like a waterfall. The water soaked into the ground beneath him, causing the jack to shift slightly.

Just one more damn minute. That’s all. Just one more damn minute.

He worked furiously, the aged equipment balky in his hands. One more lug nut, then another. The dirt beneath him began to shift perilously and he tried to brace against the truck with his legs.

Then the next cloud burst washed away the dirt holding the jack in place, and it slipped, the truck dropping onto Hawk like a granite boulder. Blackness rushed toward him. His last thought, strangely, was of the hawk fiercely guarding his territory. From the distance came the sound of thundering hoof beats.

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Years ago, Josie lost her heart to Casey's charm and dimpled smile. Since then she has done everything she knows to forget him. After all, she's known as the local harlot and the daughter of the town's biggest bigot. Casey could have any girl he wanted. Why would he saddle himself with her? In the wake of a shattering past, she refuses to give up her independence.

Author: Amber Leigh Williams

Narrator: Paige Holt

Run Time: 2 hrs, 48 min.

$7.99

Excerpt:

"You remember that night behind the stable?"

She let out a small, throaty laugh. "Seems like forever ago, but yeah. Your hair was a lot longer then."

"Yours, too." He could remember it curtaining their faces, the tips of silky, red curls tickling his cheeks. Tracing the line of pearly buttons from the hem of her midnight blue blouse to the open neck-line, he touched the teardrop-shaped pearl on the thin gold chain around her neck which reminded him of the moon that night. "You were my first."

She lifted her gaze to his. Tenderness warred with uncertainty in the whiskey-colored depths. "Me, too."

His heart pattered at the memory. "I always liked that about us."

She nodded, frowning. "I was crazy about you."

The tip of his thumb traced the bottom edge of her lip. "So why didn’t it last?"

She looked beyond him, remembering. "Because however much I wanted to be with you, I knew I would be leaving the first chance I got. I wasn’t go-ing to let anything or anyone stand in my way."

"You figured I would?"

"Casey, we were so young," she told him. "Who knows what you or I would’ve done?"

He paused, running a hand over her hair. "Just for the record," he murmured, lips brushing her cheek, "I would’ve let you go."

She sighed, reaching up to clutch his upper arm. The muscle under her hand and his sleeve warmed. "Why hasn’t anyone snatched you up yet?"

"Because you’re the only one I ever wanted, Josie," he told her, cupping her chin in his hand to look her in the eyes as he said it. "The only one."

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America's Sweetheart, Stella Ridge has been away from Wayback for fifteen years paving her way to the top of the acting business. When a car accident leaves her physically and emotionally scarred, the only place she wants to go is home to Texas and her family’s ranch.

The changes that have taken place since her departure are enough to rock her world again. She uncovers a buried tragedy, struggles with the penetrating stares and questions from townsfolk, and comes up against an intriguing and unexpected spark with the silent cowboy and champion bull rider, Judd Black. Their wounded souls draw them together and Stella begins to realize that only in him can she find the solace she sought by leaving the bright lights of Hollywood.

Length: 3 hrs, 14 min.

Author: Amber Leigh Williams

Narrator: Paige Holt

$7.99

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A sharp breath escaped her as she watched his eyes smile at her, crinkling up at the corners. She was the astonished one. Her body froze up when he reached out with one of those hard, wide-palmed hands. If she could've moved, she wouldn't have stepped back.

His fingertips brushed over her damp hair, from her brow back over her crown. As she fought hard against the urge to close her eyes, sigh and melt, her scalp tickled under his light touch. His fingers combed through the ends of her tresses and repeated the motion, slower the second time through. Afraid she'd sway, she gripped the rail next to her.

The amusement in his eyes had faded. They'd lifted to the scars she'd left exposed by combing her hair back from her face. His thumb traced the smooth, jagged line, tracing it to the corner of her eye.

She tried to read his face. The tender moment between them intensified. The tingles deepened. Though she wanted to turn his attention away from those imperfections on her face, she drew comfort from his whispering touch. His eyes darkened. There was anger there now. He was angry she'd been hurt. Her heart picked up pace, welcoming his fury.

Blood singing and warming skin chilled by the nightly breeze, she allowed her eyes to close. She could hear him breathing, just barely. Edging closer, she reached up to touch him. Her fingers found the cords of his upper arm. They wrapped around them, gripping them for support.

Finding the scar by her mouth, his fingertips began to trail down the angled mark. Her eyes popped open, fixed on his and her breath seized when he touched the very corner of her mouth. Eyes tracing the line of her lips, his touch lingered. She wanted his lips to do the same. She waited breathlessly, heart thudding hard between them.

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ANTE UP! Keefe Ridge's bronc-busting days are nearly over. Despite that and the fact that he is slowly making his dream business venture a reality, Wayback's wildest cowboy doesn't see any reason to settle down. He is even willing to bet that marriage isn't in the cards at all for him.

Agent Calli Morlani came to Wayback on a mission: to bring Stella Ridge back to Hollywood. When Stella refuses, she dares Calli to take in some local color and see what Wayback has to offer. Whether that includes Stella's devastatingly charming brother becomes irrevelant once Calli finds herself in bed with him - in more ways than one…

Will it take a tough city girl to make the Wayback playboy finally fall long and hard? Or will Keefe give Calli a reason to stay? Place your bet!

Length: 3 hours, 40 minutes

Author: Amber Leigh Williams

Narrator: Betsy Navalier

$7.99

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Keefe Ridge looked as laid back in boots and saddle as a grandpa in slippers and recliner. He was a picture of rustic perfection she found herself oddly drawn toward.

She watched from the fence line as he and the other cowboy rustled the braying herd around the corral. There was some ruckus in the barn at right, but she didn’t think she wanted to know what was happening in there.

The other guy noticed her first. Keefe turned in the saddle when he pointed her way. His hard jaw softened into a devastating grin she felt from her scalp to the tips of her bare toes. She lifted a hand as he made his way toward her.

“Aren’t you a picture?” he called.

“Funny, I was just thinking the same about you,” she replied. A pleasant thrill of a shiver ran up her spine when his eyes lowered over her chest. She’d put on a purple v-neck blouse that clung to her torso and added a black, patent leather belt just above the waist to coordinate with the flattering, black slacks and peeptoe wedge heels. “What are you doing?”

“Vaccinating heifers,” he explained.

“Hm,” she mused. “Is that any fun?”

He lifted a shoulder. “It’s work. I’d rather be up in the north hills rounding up the strays with the others, but I’m with the ladies today. Yourself?”

“Tracking Stella,” she told him. “Seems I won’t catch her until lunch.”

He shook his head. “She went with Judd. She likes to ride. She’s addicted to the free space. I think it’s from being cooped in the city too long.”

“It’s breathtaking,” she admitted, looking out over those picturesque hills again. “Like Georgia O’Keefe but deeper, richer, more tangible. Certainly more pungent.”

He chuckled. “The smell gives it a tang of realism. Keeps us cowpokes from dreaming.” He tilted his head, his eyes roaming over her face again.

She gripped the fence rail and held his stare. “What? Have I got compost on my face?”

He shook his head, one of those lazy grins digging laugh lines into his cheeks. “I was just thinking how you’d look in a ten-gallon hat, leather chaps, and boots.”

She raised a brow. “Do I get a horse whip with that get-up?”

His eyes shined with mischievous suggestion. “Anything you want, babe.”

“And what does one wear under all that gear?” she wondered aloud, smile curving wide to match his. She hadn’t had a good flirt in forever, it seemed.

“Depends on the scene.”

She propped her chin on the rail, eyes still keen on his. “I thought cowpokes weren’t supposed to dream.”

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