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When We Were Younger
Edition FormatPaperback & Kindle, Paperback, Ebook
Weight12 oz (~0.75 lbs)
Inventory50 copies available
SeriesThe Posse (Book 3)
PublisherVance Editorial Press
The Posse • Book 3

When We Were Younger

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Stephen Hudson fell in love with the girl next door when he was six years old. She was his best friend and all his favorite firsts. She was his everything, and for as long as he can remember he has always put her first. And when she left him at eighteen with nothing but a note, he did what he always did—put her first, even though it broke his heart. Dottie Lynn Hart has a love and hate relationship with LA. The glamour’s gone, her career’s lost its sparkle, and she’s lonelier than she’ll admit. So when her best friend drags her back to Fox Hole, Tennessee for the holidays, she runs out of excuses…and right into the past she’s been avoiding. And Dottie can’t seem to tamp down the niggling curiosity in her brain that wants to know what might happen if she looks into the eyes of the boy she left behind when she was younger one more time. ‘Tis the damn season, right?
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The rain came down in silver sheets across the moor, blurring the edge of the forest until the world seemed to shrink to the small stone lodge at the foot of the glen. Lady Jane stood by the leaded window, watching the storm trace paths down the glass, her thoughts far more turbulent than the Scottish sky.

A letter lay open on the writing desk behind her, its heavy wax seal broken like a promise. The ink was dry, yet the words felt hot, burning themselves into the quiet life she had fought so fiercely to build after the London season had collapsed in scandal.

Then, through the dark mist, came the sound of hooves. A single rider, hunched against the gale, turning up the gravel path. Jane's hand went to the lace at her throat. It was too late for a messenger, and far too dangerous for a friend.