I’ve always wanted my brother’s best friend. But he was older, off-limits, and never once looked my way. Now I’m pregnant by another man, back in Whiskey Run, and barely holding it together.
Then the letters start. Dirty. Sweet. Addictive. They worship every broken piece of me… but they’re unsigned.
I should be focused on putting my life back together, not daydreaming about two different men. The one I’ve ached for since I was old enough to understand desire.
And the one who’s making me fall with every filthy, tender word.
They might be the same man. Or they might not.
But if I open my heart again—to either of them—I could lose more than I already have. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally get everything I’ve been afraid to hope for.
