Whiskey Bend Book 3

Release Date: TBD

I don’t fall halfway.
When I love, I mean it.
Which is probably why I haven’t let anyone close in a long damn time.

Brielle Bishop was supposed to be a quiet guest…here to write, escape, keep to herself. Instead, she’s the woman who’s unraveling every line I’ve drawn to protect my heart.

She doesn’t believe in love. Thinks it’s fiction. Temporary. A risk not worth taking.

But I’ve seen the way she looks at me. Like I make her nervous. Like I make her feel.
And I’d be lying if I said she doesn’t do the same damn thing to me.

She’s trying to disappear. And I can’t stop wanting to see her. To be near her. To find reasons to stay close when she keeps pulling away.

There’s something in her eyes—grief, fire, hope—and I’d give anything to be the man who puts all those pieces back together. To trace that fire with my hands. To make her believe she’s still whole.

But she’s not just protecting herself. She’s mourning something deeper.

And when the past shows up on my front porch, it might just break us both wide open.

She doesn’t have to believe in love right now. She just has to believe that we’re built to last.