Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Trey Johnson’s longing for his best friend’s younger sister, Sienna, has always been a source of heartache. He let her go to chase her dreams and spent every waking moment regretting his decision. Now that Sienna is back, Trey is ready to make his move.
Determined to win Sienna’s heart and keep her by his side forever, Trey is prepared to risk it all. He’s going to prove that his love is more than just words—it's a promise he intends to keep.
Are you ready for an over-the-top Alpha Cowboy in the next installment in the Rowdy Johnson Brothers? Sparks are flying and emotions run high! Buckle up and bring a fan, because Trey and Sienna’s story is bound to scorch the pages.
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PROLOGUE
SIENNA
Two Months Earlier
Home sweet home is how the saying usually goes for most. Not me, though, I’m a home is where the heart is type of girl. I’ve missed the smell of early morning sunrises, the sound of rain as it hits the ground, the animals slowly making their presence known from their own slumber, and hours like these. I can’t tell you which is my favorite—sunrises or sunsets. Cotton candy skies in the morning or evening, there’s really no way to choose which is better. What I do know is in Arrowleaf, Wyoming, it’s a million times better. My camera roll is full of two things: our farm animals and sky lines. When I was away from home and in a city where I felt no connection, the loneliness and homesickness settled in and stayed. City life is not for me. Maybe for a minute, the newness was fun, but it quickly wore off. Even my short trips back home for holidays and breaks weren’t enough to make it bearable. My heart always longed for home and my stomach was queasy ninety percent of the time whenever I went back to college.
The minute my college advisor told me I could graduate early by taking a few extra courses throughout the year, it was game on. A full six months ahead of schedule, and I’m home earlier than my brother anticipated, much to his dismay.
Amos Damien Ellison is a knight in shining armor. He raised me when he should have been starting his life. He did it all, helped around the farm more than most kids his age should have, going shopping when Mom had a craving and could stomach the thought of food after a long day after chemotherapy. Dad stayed glued to her side, doing the bare minimum around the farm, house, and myself. Amos kept at it, taking the brunt, and when I tried to help, he told me to stay near Mom in case she needed something. So, when the time came and Mom passed, he held us all together, and when Dad left this earth less than a year later, he did it again.
“This view never gets old,” I say to the bunnies who are hopping back to their den. There’s a whole family. Right now, it’s just the mom, and she only comes out twice a day. My raccoons haven’t come around lately, and yes, I call them mine. A lot of people, Amos included, call them nasty critters, when really, they do great things for the land surrounding us. Like eating rodents and reptiles that are pests, cleaning up dead animal carcasses, plus a whole slew of other stuff. This is where my love of all animals comes out. Maybe not skunks because of them spraying on you, but even then, that’s just their defense mechanism.
I watch as the sun rises above the mountains in the distance as I hold my cup of coffee. I’ve already done my share of what needs to be done even with Amos grumbling about me working side by side with him. He’s unrealistic in his way of thinking and over the top protective. I get it more than he knows. Amos wanted me to move away from our home in Arrowleaf, a place where maybe he felt I’d be trapped. The truth is this land has been in our families for generations and generations. Leaving isn’t something I need or want. Since I’ve been home, nothing has changed. The farm is still running the same. No, I take that back. Amos has this place fine-tuned with precision, literally. He’s pissing excellence with how amazing he’s done. There are more cattle than before Mom got sick or Dad passed. He’s made the Triple E Farm into something I know our parents would be proud of. Amos has kept himself busy, that’s for sure. The only downside of him taking on so much is now he’s all work and no play and not living a life of his own. I hate to say this, but my big brother needs to get laid. He’s like a ball of stress and a grumbling bear all wrapped in one. And while I’m a smidge grossed out thinking about my brother getting horizontal with a woman, he deserves to find happiness of his own.
“Son of a bitch.” I take my first sip of coffee, forgetting that Amos has the temperature set to scorching, and burn the crap out of tongue. I pull the mug away and set it on the railing, ready to throw it all out. Except I’m not a fool and my love for hazelnut creamer is endless. Amos says I’m gross by adding the over-sweetened sugary syrup to his overly strong bean water, and while he may like hair on his chest, I surely don’t.