Whiskey Moon
257 pages
|Published: 29 Oct 2021
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Format: Ebook
Language: English
Publication date: 29 October 2021
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A broken marriage pact gives way to a devastating love that won’t let go in this heart wrenching contemporary romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Winter Renshaw.
Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.
Growing up, he was the handsome cowboy next door, an unlikely confidant, my best friend, my first kiss, and my favorite person.
We were just a couple of small town kids with ambitions bigger than the stars in our eyes. The summer after graduation, we made a pact: I’d go to college in New York and he’d stay and take over his daddy’s ranch. If by twenty-eight we were both still single, we’d get married …
But as we stood in our high school gymnasium the night of our ten-year reunion, Wyatt told me he loved me too much to marry me.
He’d never broken a promise to me in his life, but in a single heartbeat he broke the only one that ever mattered.
He said it would all make sense someday, that there would come a time I might even be able to forgive him.
But then I stumbled upon the truth.
And there was no forgiving a secret this shattering—one that made me question if I ever knew him at all; one that only made me want him that much more.
Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.
Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.
Growing up, he was the handsome cowboy next door, an unlikely confidant, my best friend, my first kiss, and my favorite person.
We were just a couple of small town kids with ambitions bigger than the stars in our eyes. The summer after graduation, we made a pact: I’d go to college in New York and he’d stay and take over his daddy’s ranch. If by twenty-eight we were both still single, we’d get married …
But as we stood in our high school gymnasium the night of our ten-year reunion, Wyatt told me he loved me too much to marry me.
He’d never broken a promise to me in his life, but in a single heartbeat he broke the only one that ever mattered.
He said it would all make sense someday, that there would come a time I might even be able to forgive him.
But then I stumbled upon the truth.
And there was no forgiving a secret this shattering—one that made me question if I ever knew him at all; one that only made me want him that much more.
Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.
