This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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ISBN 978-1-68281-483-3

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition April 2020

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Dedication

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Chapter One

Chapter One

Della Munroe hadn’t known it was possible to become a virgin again. And then she’d moved to Credence and discovered just how wrong a woman could be. Between her overprotective brother and every single citizen wrapping her in Bubble Wrap, she was going to die in this town with her hymen fully regrown.

Yes, a few years ago she’d have been happy to never have sex again. Yes, the three years since had been an emotional roller coaster of recovery. And yes, she was probably always going to have some hang-ups.

But…didn’t people with hang-ups also deserve a sex life?

At twenty-five, being horny was a revelation. She vaguely remembered what it felt like before her libido had turned to dust. But ever since the Credence municipal council had sent out a nationwide invitation, via Facebook, to single women to come and set up home here last summer, there was just something in the air.

She’d been in Annie’s on New Year’s Eve when local rancher Joshua Grady had declared his feelings for New York artist Suzanne St. Michelle. They’d looked at each other with so much love—but also so much heat—it had stirred something long forgotten inside her body.

A crushing kind of yearning for something she’d never had but she wanted.

Something more primal.

She’d wanted a man to look at her like that. Like he wanted to devour her and it was only the rules of polite society that were stopping him from sweeping her up in his arms and taking her somewhere private.