Jackson Bishop is your typical playboy.
Unpredictable, charming, and overly confident.
Growing up in Texas, the ranch life is all he"s ever known. Horses and late night partying are his lifestyles, and all the local girls know it too. Riding lessons aren"t the only things taught at the stables, and he makes sure clients never leave unsatisfied. Everyone knows Jackson"s a wild card, but not everything is as it seems. He may be a womanizer on the surface, but he"s hiding deep feelings about the one who"s had his heart since he was a teen. Unfortunately, it"s not as simple as roping her in and claiming her as his.
Kiera Young is well-known for her sassy nature and outgoing personality. Though she"s one of the best horse trainers in the area, she"s never been able to tame her best friend and the man she"s secretly loved since she was fifteen"Jackson Bishop. She"s waited years for him to confess his true feelings but as time goes on, she decides she"s done waiting. Kiera finally meets a man who promises to give her the world, and when he pops the question, she says yes"knowing they"re both ready to settle down and start a family.
Even if her heart beats for another man.
Jackson"s certain he"s lost Kiera for good and has no one to blame but himself. However, on the day of her wedding, he can"t bring himself to watch the woman he loves walk down the aisle to someone else. Kiera"s already having second thoughts and knows she can"t get married without his support. It"s not until she"s at the altar that she realizes she can"t let Jackson go and will do whatever it takes to keep him"even if it means running out on her own wedding.Books in Series:Bishop Brothers Series by Kennedy FoxBooks by Author:Kennedy Fox Books
Kiera, 15 years old
"Truth or dare""
"Neither," Jackson responds, groaning as he kicks up dirt with his boot. We"re sitting on hay bales we stole from the Bishop"s barn and put them close to the firepit to keep warm. It"s mid-January, and now that it"s night, the temps have dropped. It"s been our private hiding spot since we were thirteen. It"s on a piece of Jackson"s family"s ranch, and we hang out here when we want to get away from everyone or secretly drink a bottle of his dad"s whiskey.
"You know the rules, Jackson," I remind him, poking his shoulder as hard as I can. He doesn"t even flinch, though. His body"s made of steel. "You have to play."
"Says who" That"s a game twelve-year-old"s play when they want to get their dicks wet."
"Ew!" I shove my shoulder into his, laughing. "Stop being gross and just pick one."
"Fine." He pinches his lips together and moves them side to side as if he"s actually pondering the question. But I already know his answer. Jackson picks the same option every time. "Dare."
Even when I want to get the truth out of him. But I"ve found a work-around.
"Alright. I dare you to tell me who your secret crush is." I smile boldly, knowing he"s going to make a fuss about it.
"I said dare, Kiera." He groans again, placing his hands behind his head and locking his fingers around his neck.
"Yeah, and I"m daring you to tell me. So spill it," I declare. "You know what happens if you don"t"" I taunt.
"You actually leave me the hell alone"" he teases.
"You know I"m not going to tell anyone. Plus, Tanner already told me you have a crush on someone, so don"t even pretend you don"t."
"When were you talking to him"" He grunts and rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed. Tanner"s his best friend, so if Jackson has a crush on a girl, he"d know.
"He stopped me in the hall because he had a sub and skipped," I explain, but by the redness covering his neck and cheeks, I can see he"s not happy about it. "He asked if I was going to the stupid Valentine"s dance in a few weeks."
Jackson snorts, leaning down and picking up the nearly empty bottle of Crown Royal Reserve. It"s his dad"s top-notch whiskey, and if we"re caught with it, he"ll whip us both into next week.
I watch his throat move as he takes a long drink. Jackson loves drinking, and though I hate the taste of it, I like having these moments with him.
"All the chicks at school are annoying."
"Hey!" I swat his arm.
"All the hot chicks," he adds with a smirk.
Now I"m the one snorting and rolling my eyes. "That didn"t stop you from making out with Bunny Vanderbilt last semester." I call him out. Bunny"s one of my friends, and her real name is Barbara, but since she"ll jump on anything breathing with a penis, she"s been penned the appropriate nickname. "Or Rosa Michels," I add. She"s another friend of mine.
As a matter of fact, he"s made out with most of my friends.
Jackson snickers as if he"s reminiscing about his moments with them. Ugh. I really hate him sometimes.
"Who haven"t you made out with""
"You can"t ask twice," he deflects.
"Well, you didn"t answer my first question," I remind him, taking the Crown Royal bottle from his grip. He"s already had way too much.
"I don"t have crushes, Kiera. I"m not a seven-year-old boy who thinks girls have cooties."
Groaning, I roll my eyes so hard I"m quite sure they"re permanently stuck in the back of my head. "So you didn"t crush on Bunny or Rosa""
He shrugs, staring intently at the flames of the fire. "They were decent enough for a few minutes. Nothing to think twice about."
Oh my God. I think I might puke.
Nope. I am going to puke.
Turning away, I kneel over the hay bale and empty my stomach over the small patch of grass that isn"t dead. Jackson"s hand rests on my back, rubbing soothing circles as I dry heave until everything has been purged from my stomach.
"Damn," Jackson howls. "You"ve gotta learn to hold your liquor."
I turn around and wipe my mouth with my sleeve. "You"re such an ass."
"What"" He raises up both hands. "I"m just sayin". I"ve had way more than you, and I barely feel it."
"That"s because you"re a bottomless pit. You"re like some weird breed." I situate myself back on the hay, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. Although it"s not the first time he"s seen me vomit, it"s not something I like to make a habit of.
No wonder he makes out with all the girls in school except me.
Jackson makes a fist and punches himself in the gut, roaring loudly into the dark night sky. "Invincible, baby!"
"You are not invincible, Jackson Bishop! You"re going to seriously get hurt one of these days," I tell him. "Drinking and being stupid are going to eventually catch up with you."