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Unbroken (Silver Creek Romance, 4, Band 4) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 4: A Silver Creek Romance

Yates, Maisey

 
9780593953327: Unbroken (Silver Creek Romance, 4, Band 4)

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In this Silver Creek Romance from New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates, former rodeo star Cade Mitchell may never ride again, but there are still a few things he can do—like care for the woman he loves.

Amber Jameson has always thought of her best friend Cade as an older brother. A really hot older brother. But growing up in foster care, she learned to rely only on herself. As much as she likes stealing glances at Cade’s chiseled jaw and painted-on jeans, she resents the way he swoops in like a superhero to fix things for her.

When former rodeo rival Jim Davis starts harassing Amber to sell her grandfather’s failing ranch, Cade swoops in once again. To send Jim on his way, Cade pretends to be Amber’s boyfriend, moving in to help fix the place up. With her grandfather behind the idea, Amber and Cade have to keep the charade going—whether she likes it or not.

But as their make-believe romance starts to heat up, maybe Cade and Amber will learn to admit that they both could use a little saving....


“Steamy....complete with secrets, anger, intrigue, and love.”—Publishers Weekly

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Maisey Yates

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CHAPTER

It s bad form to get drunk at your sister s wedding, right?

Since when has that ever stopped you, Cade?

Amber Jameson leaned back in the folding chair and then checked to make sure the little purple bow tied to the back hadn t fallen off and onto the grass. She d spent too many damn hours tying those things on yesterday.

They were finicky. Finicky flipping ribbons. Almost as finicky as the bride, who, while cute as a button under normal circumstances, had had a bridezilla flare-up while they d been decorating yesterday, turning Elk Haven Stables into a country-fairy-princess dream, and had gone around micromanaging said ribbon-tying.

And placement.

She d demanded ribbon curls in lengths that were impossible for mere mortals to achieve. If Lark weren t the little sister Amber had always wanted, she would never have gone along with all of it. Not without attacking her with the scissors she was using to curl ribbons, at least.

But then, Lark s life had been short on frills, being that she had been raised by two brothers and a dad. So Amber supposed she was entitled.

But then, Amber s life had been short on this kind of thing too, and she didn t feel at all yearny for it. Nope. Marriage and men and bleah. Not her thing. Not these days.

It doesn t usually, Cade said, leaning back in his chair so that they were sitting at the same angle. But I thought, since this is for Lark, maybe I should behave.

She looked at her friend s profile. Strong, handsome. Square jaw, roughened with dark stubble. Brown eyes that always had a glint of naughty in them. And today, he was wearing a suit jacket and a tie, along with a black cowboy hat.

Damn, damn, damn, he was fine. Sometimes it hit her, like a shit-ton of bricks, that her best friend was the best-looking guy in a five-hundred-mile radius. Or possibly the world. And it made her feel . . . things she didn t want to feel.

Then he turned to face her head-on and offered her his very best smart-ass Cade smile, and the moment faded out as soon as it hit. Like driving on one of Silver Creek s fir-lined highways and seeing a sunbeam peek through the trees. A brilliant shaft of light that colored the world gold for just a moment before racing back behind the dark green branches. Just a glimpse; an impression of something she didn t want to explore.

Like, ever.

When did she grow up? Amber asked, looking over at the dance floor, where Lark was currently holding on to her new husband, both of them swaying to the music without displaying any particular dancing skills. Quinn was a rough-and-tumble cowboy type, though he seemed to have a little more rhythm than his new bride. It makes me feel old, she continued. Like an old cliché. Sitting here at her reception looking at this grown-up woman in a wedding gown and thinking . . . how is she not eight years old still?

Imagine how I feel, Cade said, his voice rough.

Yeah, I know.

The Mitchells were a part of Amber s cobbled-together family. She didn t have a lot in the way of people who loved her, so when she found people who were willing to accept her, she clung to them as best as she could.

In her younger years that clinging amounted to some very poor decisions, but she d matured past that. Especially after she d realized that her grandma and grandpa weren t going to just ship her straight back into the system. That they were going to let her stay in Silver Creek.

That she could stay, with them, in their home.

Since then, she d built herself a solid foundation for her life. And Cade was the cornerstone. Had been since she was fourteen years old. She would never, ever do anything

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