Meet the Author:

Kit writes sweet contemporary Western romance. She makes her home in south central Texas on her husband’s ancestral farm, where seven generations of his family have lived and loved. When not writing, she can be found sewing, quilting, reupholstering furniture, playing Irish pennywhistle, refinishing old wood, cooking huge amounts of food for the pressure canner, or wrangling various dogs, cats, and people.

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About the Book:

Can she forgive… The man who walked away?

Eight years ago, Marcos Ramirez met and married Nina Walker in the space of a day. The next morning, a family tragedy had him hightailing it back to his family’s Texas ranch. After annulling the marriage and redeploying with the marines, Marcos never thought he’d see Nina again. But now she’s moved to his hometown, with a secret that will change this rancher’s life forever…

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Excerpt

Nina opened the brand-new box of turmeric-ginger tea and took out a bag. She got a bag of yaupon tea for herself.

As she was pouring the hot water, Marcos said suddenly, “Nina, how’d you ever manage all this time on your own? I’m worn out after just one day. You’ve been doing it for years.”

She set the kitchen timer and took the seat across from him.

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I guess I just had to, so I did.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job.”

She couldn’t resist a little dig. “There were times today when you didn’t seem to care much for my methods.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he deadpanned.

She gave him a shove on the shoulder, and he grinned.

“Okay,” he said. “It’s possible that…mistakes were made today. I may have overstepped my bounds a time or two.”

“That’s very big of you to say. To be fair, you may have had a point about the whining. Oh, and that whole I-can’t-hear-you-when-you-talk-like-that thing? Genius.”

“That was my mom’s line. Couldn’t believe it when I heard the words coming out of my mouth.”

“Your mom’s pretty smart.”

His face turned serious. “So are you. You’re a good mother. You set clear boundaries, and you enforce them, but you don’t micromanage. And it’s obvious that you enjoy being around him.”

“Thanks. You’re shaping up to be a pretty good father.”

He shrugged. “Well, given my track record so far, almost anything is an improvement.”

Nina remembered how he’d looked with Logan slung over his shoulders, smiling and strong and sure of himself.

“I mean it,” she said.

Her gaze dropped from his heavy-lidded eyes to his mouth, lingering a moment on the devastating curve of his bottom lip, then to his leanly muscled forearms resting on her dining table. His hands were folded together, just inches from hers. His fingers slowly unfurled. Nina’s heart skipped a beat.