April 12, 2026
Rated 5 out of 5
(4)
Wyatt Mercer was her friend’s brother. That alone made him entirely off-limits, even if Hannah were interested… which she was not. Absolutely not.
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“There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse”
This is my moto, this is how I grew up.
My name is Lydia and when I am not baking cookies with my daughter or riding the bike with my son, I am a Western Historical Romance writer. It is my passion, my hobby and my career.
After I received my BA in Psychology I realised that this would help me create believable characters. Characters that are based on real people. I want my readers to feel as if they have lived themselves in the West.
Growing up myself in a ranch I have a lot of tales to share. Stories that will help you not escape reality, but rather navigate you through reality. You will feel what it would feel to go through situations that make your heart pound and your palms sweat. You will access the depths of someone else’s mind, you will open your selves to new experiences and different point of views.
What do you say? Wanna take a vacation with me?
(4)
Wyatt Mercer was her friend’s brother. That alone made him entirely off-limits, even if Hannah were interested… which she was not. Absolutely not.
(57)
She was about to fall when a strong hand gripped her arm, steadying her.
Mae wasn’t ready for how close he was. She caught his scent—a musky mix of soap and leather—and her mouth watered unexpectedly.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and strange.
(134)
“Perhaps you can… make yourself decent,” she said, her legs weak beneath her.
He grinned with a toothy smile. “Whatever you wish,” he said as he put his cotton shirt on.
(21)
From a Wyoming heiress fighting to save her ranch, to a blind bride discovering love with a haunted cowboy, to a young woman thrown into unexpected motherhood, three stories of passion, danger, and survival in the Wild West.
(221)
“If I touch you,” he said, low and rough, “I won’t be careful.”
(407)
“If I kiss you,” he whispers, snowflakes caught in his hair, “I won’t be able to blame it on the mistletoe.”
She steps closer. “Who said I need mistletoe?”
(387)
One snowstorm, one cabin, one chance at a Christmas miracle.
(235)
“Stay close,” he warns, “or you won’t last the night.”
“I’ll stay,” she murmurs, “if you can handle me.”
(246)
“This was a business arrangement,” she reminded him.
“Then stop looking at me like it’s not.”
(281)
“This was a business arrangement,” she reminded him.
“Then stop looking at me like it’s not.”
(192)
“You’re too proud for begging,” he said.
“I’m not begging,” she replied. “I’m bargaining.”
He stepped in close. “Then be careful what you offer.”
(32)
Three secrets too dangerous to speak. Three hearts too wounded to trust. Love wasn’t the destination, but it may be the only way home. Across wild frontiers and under winter skies, can hope grow where fear once ruled?
(170)
“This feels wrong,” she said, eyes wary.
He smiled, quietly fierce. “Maybe it’s the only thing that feels real.
(624)
“This isn’t love,” she said.
Jay stepped closer. “It’s getting harder to pretend it’s not.”
(255)
“You don’t love me.”
He scoffed. “I’d burn the world down for you anyway.”
(702)
“I didn’t come here to marry you.”
Jeremy smirks. “That makes two of us.”
(390)
“You’re not ready for what this place demands,” he warned.
“I’m ready for whatever you throw at me,” she retorted.
(152)
Three brave women… Three guarded cowboys… One chance to find love on the rugged frontier. Will their hearts dare to dream of forever?
(630)
“This isn’t about love, Marion. It’s about keeping the ranch alive. Nothing more.”
“I’m not here for love either, but sometimes the heart has a way of changing things.”
(662)
“Effie would not allow herself to fall in love with a man she was lying to. Even if she had been forced to do so. Which meant she had to take Noah out of her mind…”