{"product_id":"holding-the-reins-isbn-9780593977118","title":"Holding the Reins","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this steamy cowboy romance, a woman returns to her family’s ranch after a broken engagement and finds herself falling for her brother’s best friend—the first novel in the Silver Pines Ranch series.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTake a deep breath and let go of the reins.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCecilia “CeCe” Ashby is finally escaping the toxic relationship that has consumed her entire adult life. She’s returning to her hometown of Laurel Creek, Kentucky, and to her family’s equestrian ranch, unsure of what the future holds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNash Carter, the newly retired superstar of the Dallas Stars, is Laurel Creek’s hometown hero, local business owner, and notorious bachelor. He’s also the unofficial fourth sibling in the Ashby clan. It’s been years since his days of tormenting CeCe with her older brothers Wade and Cole. So, when CeCe needs a job, he feels drawn to help her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNash can’t seem to take his eyes off of his best friend’s sister, and it seems she’s been staring right back, but with animosity left over from his childish teasing back in the day. Despite their initial reluctance, the fire between them ignites, and it isn’t long before they jump into the flames.“Paisley Hope is a masterful storyteller, with plenty of heat and so much heart-wrenching romance, I can’t wait for each new book!”\u003cb\u003e—Kristen Proby, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePaisley Hope\u003c\/b\u003e is an avid lover of romance, a mother, a wife and a writer. Growing up in Canada, she wrote and dreamed of one day being able to create a place, a world where readers could immerse themselves, a place they wished was real, a place they saw themselves when they envisioned it. She loves her family time, gardening, baking, yoga and a good cab sav.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eCeCe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, my dear! You dropped your hair curler thingy! Dear!” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI stop dead in my tracks and look down at the suitcase I’m struggling to haul behind me. The back pocket is unzipped just enough, and Mrs. Danforth—my best friend’s grandmother—is calling to me in her sing-song voice, holding my teal blue vibrator in the air as she chases me down through the Car Depot lobby. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy face instantly heats and turns a fine shade of pink as I move quickly to meet her, keeping my gaze on the spotless marble floor so I don’t have to meet the eyes of way too many people I’ve known since childhood. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI consider crawling under the big white reception desk and hiding there until they close the place at five. This is the last thing I need today—my flight was delayed, and I cried like a baby on the plane because I left my Kindle at my condo . . . correction, my old condo. I just want to get home, change into my pajamas and unpack, but something tells me I won’t be able to do that. Because even though it’s my first night home, it’s Sunday, so I know I’ll be lured to The Horse and Barrel with Olivia and Ginger. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI snatch the vibrator quickly from her weathered hands as she leans in and gives me a wink and a grin. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Was I sly, dear?” she whispers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy mouth falls open. \u003ci\u003eF*** my life\u003c\/i\u003e. She knows what it is. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nothing to be ashamed of, honey. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she says as she pats my arm. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan Jesus choose this moment to come back? I could really use an apocalypse right about now. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“T-Thank you, Granny Dan,” I mutter, stuffng my Saturday nights into my bag and making sure the damn thing is zipped tight. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Be sure to say hi to your mama, CeCe.” She waves. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI bulldoze my way to the door, hoping Ginger is waiting on the other side to drive me the last leg of my trip home. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnfortunately for me, she isn’t, so I sit on the bench outside the car rental depot and marvel at my luck. Home for five minutes and I already have one embarrassing moment under my belt. Off to a great start. I accept my fate and toss my sunglasses on, praying Granny Dan keeps her mouth shut. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s a typical early July afternoon in Laurel Creek, Kentucky. The sun is still high above Sugarland Mountain in the distance, and shoppers are milling about down the town’s one and only main street. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI can smell baked goods from Spicer’s Sweets, our resident trendy coffee shop, and see the local patrons carrying bags from our upscale home décor boutique, Jennings Mercantile. It’s all very quaint and \u003ci\u003eAnytown, USA\u003c\/i\u003e like. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI take a deep breath of fresh mountain air and check my phone to see if Ginger has messaged me to indicate why she’s late, not that I should be surprised she is. Ginger Danforth always flows to her own routine. I’m just putting my phone back in my purse when I hear the tell-tale announcement loud and clear that Ginger has arrived in the downtown core. Dolly Parton blaring full blast from the rolled down windows of her white VW Bug that is currently careening around the corner of Main Street. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI stand and wave her down on the side of the road, and she pulls up, almost onto the curb. My best friend has never been known for her driving skills. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Get in, quick,” she says as she pops the trunk and looks around like she needs to get the hell out of dodge, and fast. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Did you do something illegal again? Cole can only get you out of trouble so many times,” I grumble. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI put my suitcase in her trunk, and make my way to the passenger side of the door. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You have it backwards, babe. Having Cole arrest me would be a reason \u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e break the law. That man can put me in handcuffs any day of the week.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI swat at her for the lewd comment about my older brother who just happens to be the Deputy Sheri! and then smile before reaching over to give her a big squeeze. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ew . . . and hi.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe grins at me and pushes her sunglasses back up. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Alright, buckle up, baby. We need to get out of here before anyone else in town sees that pretty teal heat you’re packing in your suitcase. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI groan and put my head in my hands. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Did your Granny text you the moment I walked out the damn door?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looks at me like I must be crazy. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, she called me, why do you think I was late? 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