Elsie Silver

I've seen every square inch of Violet Eaton's delectable body and she has no idea who I am. Until now. What happened between us online, in our chats, was meant to stay anonymous and in the past. Until it didn't. It's a small world, but Ruby Creek is even smaller. When I move to the tiny town, the grumpy facade I've created slips when we're forced to live under the same roof. Every flush of her cheeks, every time her eyes flare with heat, every time she begs me not to stop, the ice I've encased myself in melts. She has me wanting things I can't want. Things I've been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on her two years ago-things I don't deserve. But my invisible wounds have the power to ruin us both. As a former soldier, I should have the discipline to walk away, but the more I open up to Violet, the more I want to keep her. I came back from the war a different man, but my scars are older and deeper than anyone knows-and I planned to keep it that way. I planned to keep my secrets hidden. Until her.

A Small Town Second Chance Romance (Gold Rush Ranch, Book #2)

A Photo Finish

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I hate small towns. I hate how friendly they are, that you’re expected to stop and make small talk with people you don’t know and definitely don’t care about. And I hate that everyone knows your business. 

I like my privacy. I like my space, quiet and tidy. And I don’t like being asked probing questions.

I don’t like small stalk. Or strangers. Or how small-town people don’t know how to mind their business.

my dad always told me that if I have nothing nice to say, it’s best not to say anything at all. 

“[…]I can tell you don’t like me. And you know, really, that’s my issue. It’s not my problem if people don’t like me. Not really. But it bugs me, you know?”

She’s fucking beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you stop and stare. The kind of beauty you want to study. I don’t draw, but suddenly I’m overcome by the need to sketch her face. Her rosebud mouth. To document her. She’s like a porcelain doll.

Don’t pick a man who needs fixing—or changing—to meet your needs. He either wants to, or he doesn’t. And if you need to convince him, he doesn’t love you the way you deserve.

crack! did you hear it? it was my heart! 💔 

“What do you want me to tell you? I never open up to anyone. You think everything between us just started and finished with a photo for me? Like it was easy for me to lose you? To not know if you were okay? To miss you so much it physically hurt? You broke me!”

The light at the end of the dark tunnel. The sunshine my dark existence so desperately needs.

“Maybe you’re not new. Maybe you’re just growing. Nobody stays the same. New goals, new experiences… they’re all building blocks that put a person together. Constantly shifting.”

if making someone a better version of themselves just by being there isn’t love in action, then I don’t know what is.

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