Grumpy Rancher's Runaway Bride: A Small-Town Colorado Fake-Marriage Ranch Romance (Small Town Grumpy Sunshine)
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Grumpy Rancher's Runaway Bride: A Small-Town Colorado Fake-Marriage Ranch Romance (Small Town Grumpy Sunshine)
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$24.99
Regular price $29.99
I ran from my wedding in twenty thousand dollars of silk.
I knocked on the first ranch with a porch light.
The grumpiest cowboy in Colorado opened the door.
Cole Manning is six-foot-three of don’t-touch-me silence.
Forty. Widowed ten years. Hasn’t let a woman past his front porch in a decade.
He doesn’t approve of me. My phone. My city. My groom.
He thinks I’m a disaster in heels.
I need to disappear. He needs a housekeeper.
I offer him a fake marriage to keep my family off my back.
He says no. For three days.
Day four he hands me a ring:
“You wear it. You sleep in the guest room. You don’t touch the cattle. We split when this is over.”
I agree to every word.
Then I get my first blister on a fence post.
He wraps my hand at his kitchen table at midnight without speaking.
And he doesn’t let go after the bandage is on.
He told me this was a fake marriage.
He didn’t tell me he’d start meaning the damn vows.
Now my family has found me.
They want me back. They want the wedding. They want the deal.
And I have to choose:
The life I was supposed to want.
Or the grumpy rancher who taught me how to want my own.
Reader’s Note: Inside Grumpy Rancher's Runaway Bride you’ll find a grumpy, granite-jawed widower rancher who hasn’t smiled in ten years — and breaks for one runaway bride in a twenty-thousand-dollar dress.
I knocked on the first ranch with a porch light.
The grumpiest cowboy in Colorado opened the door.
Cole Manning is six-foot-three of don’t-touch-me silence.
Forty. Widowed ten years. Hasn’t let a woman past his front porch in a decade.
He doesn’t approve of me. My phone. My city. My groom.
He thinks I’m a disaster in heels.
I need to disappear. He needs a housekeeper.
I offer him a fake marriage to keep my family off my back.
He says no. For three days.
Day four he hands me a ring:
“You wear it. You sleep in the guest room. You don’t touch the cattle. We split when this is over.”
I agree to every word.
Then I get my first blister on a fence post.
He wraps my hand at his kitchen table at midnight without speaking.
And he doesn’t let go after the bandage is on.
He told me this was a fake marriage.
He didn’t tell me he’d start meaning the damn vows.
Now my family has found me.
They want me back. They want the wedding. They want the deal.
And I have to choose:
The life I was supposed to want.
Or the grumpy rancher who taught me how to want my own.
Reader’s Note: Inside Grumpy Rancher's Runaway Bride you’ll find a grumpy, granite-jawed widower rancher who hasn’t smiled in ten years — and breaks for one runaway bride in a twenty-thousand-dollar dress.