“Blame my wife,” he answers mockingly. “She’s so obsessed with me, I learned it from her.”
I’m still stammering by the time he lays me down on his huge, huge bed, the cool linen of the coverlet against my back, andGULP.
“You’re nervous?”
I guess he noticed me swallowing hard.
“A little.”
Because another thing I learned about his time with Mirabella was how, for so long, he had blamed himself for not being careful, and that was why, with me, he had never let us get past...a certain point.
But now that we’re married, and we both know we want a baby?
“It’s the way you’ve been looking at me.” My tone is breathless, my heart racing, and I’m not sure if it’s out of excitement or fear. “You...you make me feel like I’m something to be devoured.”
“You are.”
I start to laugh...but stop when he only smiles at me.
Like a wolf.
“Um, A-Arkane—”
“Relax, princess.”
He hasneverever crooned to me like this.
“I promise I’ll take care of you...all night.”
That...
That sounds so good—
I mean, terrible.
Terribly good—
I mean—
I mean—
Aaaaaah!
The End
Dear Reader,
24 April 2026 (Friday) 1026H
Cavite, Philippines
Thank you for readingThe Rancher Kissed the Wrong Girl.I hope you enjoyed your time with Arkane, Tiara, and the rest of the Youngs.
If you’re new to my work, I hope you’ll be glad to know that practically all of my books are interconnected. Case in point: Lucius and Tassy also have their own story out, and there are other books set in Foxtown as well. I’ve included excerpts after this, but you can click here for links.
And as for those who have been with me for a while, maybe even long enough to see how my stories have changed over the years—thank you for still being with me. I pray that they’re still able to make you laugh, cry, and fall in love.
But most of all, I pray that my stories can serve as a reminder that hope is a person, and His name is Jesus.
