Author: Jane Ashley Converse
Genre: Contemporary/RomCom Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2018
Graphic Designer: Amy Queau by Q Design
“Backroads by Jane Ashley Converse is an intriguing story with an interesting plot that will suck you in from the beginning.” ~ Vivi’s Messy Kitchen
“Love, lust, heartache and parts that make you laugh out loud!” ~ Amazon Review
I was living the life I always thought I wanted.
Good job, rich fiancé, and a glamorous social life.
But in a blink of an eye it was all taken away.
With nowhere else to go, my aunt offers me a job on her ranch.
I didn’t know I’d be forced to work alongside her gorgeous ranch hand Chase.
I stead of getting my old life back, I’m finding he’s a distraction I didn’t see coming.
I’ve spent years running from my past.
Don’t stay in one place too long, don’t make long-lasting friendships, and most definitely don’t fall in love.
The day I met Holly, I was done running—I just didn’t know it yet.
Those heels, that skirt—all wrong for the country, but perfect for her.
Her past is keeping her from trusting me.
But I’m going to show her she’s more than worth the wait.
I don’t say anything as he slowly comes closer to me. His gaze heats with each step till he is mere inches from me. “I’m sorry.” His voice is deep. The bravado causes my skin to pepper with goose bumps.
Speaking through my dry throat, I croak out, “For?”
Hesitantly, he places his hands on either side of me on the counter, dipping his head to breathe deeply at the nape of my neck. “For those women interrupting our night. I was enjoying spending time with you.” His lips barely ghost a kiss along my hairline behind my ear, making me tremble. My body is already reacting to his closeness.
“Oh.” I can’t form words with him so close.
“I was hoping you were having a good time too. I have an addiction to hearing your laughter,” he says, trailing small feathery kisses down my neck. His short beard rubbing along my jawline has me tipping my head back and fighting a moan.
“Will you say yes to more of that?” he asks, pulling back to look into my half-lidded eyes.
Fisting his shirt, I yank him closer, and he steps one leg between mine. “Yes, I want more of that.”
His dimpled smirk only lasts for a second before the object I desire is on me—his lips.
Jane Ashley is from a small town in South Dakota. She spends her days dreaming up new characters and adventures for them to go on.
When she’s not writing she tends to stay busy being outside during the warm summer months. During winter she grumbles about the temperatureand the snow, counting down the days till she can get her kayak on a lake.
Publishing is a dream come true, and she can’t wait to share her next story with you.