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His touch wasn’t polished, but it was real, rough in the way a rancher’s hands are, the kind of rough that made her feel every inch of him. Her dress did little to soften the contact, and that only seemed to stoke the heat flaring in her belly. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as her body arched into his touch.
She’d known heat before—working the forge, toiling under the sun—but this? This was something else entirely.
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A new rancher rides into town in search of the finest blacksmith to forge his tools, but instead, he finds a round-faced redhead girl with a quick wit and a stubborn streak who turns his whole world on its head.
Bookmarked by starfire24248
10 Jul 2025
