Rivers Between Us (Wisper Dreams #1) Read Online Greta Rose West

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wisper Dreams Series by Greta Rose West
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
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From Internationally Bestselling author of the Cade Ranch Series, Greta Rose West, the first book in the Wisper Dreams Series, Rivers Between Us…

A woman finds safety in the one man she hurt the most.

Sheriff of Teton County, Carey Michaels, puts everyone else’s needs before his own—always—but when his ex-best friend shows up in his life again, with a ten-year-old daughter and a mountain of problems in tow, he has to decide if he can handle his heart being broken.

Again.

Francesca Morris feels safer back in her Wyoming hometown, and her daughter Grace is certainly safer than she was in Texas, but the threat in their lives lingers, even in Wisper. The boy she used to love wants to protect her, but doubts and insecurities hit hard, and Frannie can’t stand to hurt Carey again, even if he is the big bad sheriff. Carey’s all M.A.N. now, and he never leaves home without his handcuffs, but it isn’t locks Frannie’s afraid of.

It’s her heart.

Fall in love with Carey and Frannie in the first book in the Wisper Dreams Series, with new characters and some of your favorites from Cade Ranch. Rivers Between Us is a standalone, but there will be many books to follow in this charming small-town, each with its own HEA.

Trigger Warnings: Our heroine is a victim of domestic violence, but by the end of this book, she and her daughter become survivors!

FULL BOOK START HERE:

PROLOGUE

Carey – Thirteen years ago

Famous last words: “He’s a good guy. You’ll see.”

Frannie swore to me. She promised me she knew what she was doing, dropping out of high school to elope with Doug Morris, Dipshit #1 in the long lineup of teenage dipshits in our little town. It was a mistake. I knew it in my bones, but she wouldn’t listen to me. She’d made up her mind. Frannie was like that—determined. When she made a decision, she stuck to it, every damn time.

“Carey, I told you,” Frannie said. “You never listen. You can’t dream anymore. You turned that part of yourself off, but it’s all I do. I need to get outta here. I don’t wanna be stuck in this stupid town. Will you ever leave it?”

Shrugging, I shook my head. I didn’t have the answer to that question. But I had the answer to a more important one. “Frannie, he’s not good for you. He makes promises he won’t keep. You’re gonna regret this, and your dad’s gonna be so mad. Have you thought about that? What about your mama, your sister? You know the rodeo will most likely end in disaster. Didn’t you learn anything when my ol’ man died?”

Her face fell; she knew how hard it had been for my mama and me since my dad died, but she shook those thoughts away. “Carey, don’t you understand? My daddy is the reason I want outta here. All he cares about is appearances. He doesn’t care if I’m happy. He just wants me to look good for his stupid campaigns.” Biting her bottom lip, digging her teeth into the skin hard, she took a deep breath, trying to avoid the truth, and finally said, “And my mama will be fine. She made her choice, stayin’ with a man who cheats on her and treats her like garbage. Besides, once Doug makes it on the pro circuit, I’ll have the money for school. I’ll make somethin’ of my life without my dad’s help, and then he’ll be proud of me. This’ll all be water under the bridge. But if I don’t go now, I’ll never do it. I’ll end up at UDub, studyin’ pre-law, and I’ll be miserable.”

I’d loved Francesca McKinnon since the very first day I moved to Wisper, Wyoming.

It was a speck of dust on the map, but my mama and dad had moved us here when I was eleven, almost twelve, because it was closer to all the places my dad had needed to be for his rodeos. He was a bull rider till it killed him.

Frannie and me, we were next door neighbors, best friends, and, instantly from the moment we’d met, in my mind at least, soul mates.

And now, standing between our houses, me in my boxer shorts and T-shirt, and her in her tightest jeans, a long red sweater, and no shoes, she was saying goodbye. I always loved her in red, her fiery copper hair, same as mine, competing with the color. Maybe it was dumb, but it was the reason I loved her the moment I’d set eyes on her. Like we’d been made for each other. Like we matched. She had the most beautiful rosy hue to her skin under her millions of freckles, and I knew I’d miss that flush of color the second she was gone.

Frannie knew me inside and out. My every fear, every joy, the sadness I felt watching my mama’s happiness bleed away slowly, more and more every day since my dad passed. She knew the frustration I felt at the loss of control over my own life. I’d been such a carefree kid, riding my bike around town, fishing on the weekends, and hanging out with my friends and Frannie every night. But that all came to a screeching halt.


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