It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.
I wish I had never told Travis my deepest, darkest secret--that I like to watch. I should have known he would want to give me my heart's desire. I love him more than anything, but I hate him for using my weakness to try to win me back. Moreover, I hate myself for not being able to turn down the gifts he brings me. Bailey Rose
About the Author
The mom of two daughters, Roz collects Depression glass, and teacups with rose patterns. Her favorite food is Tex-Mex, and she’s never met a piece of chocolate she didn’t like.
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. Warning—she brakes for antique stores!