by Jennah Scott
by Jennah Scott
Dillon Sultan never imagined he might some day lose Sultan Ranch. He’s got one month to find the money needed to keep bank from taking his family’s land. One month to find a miracle.
Liam Callahan hasn’t talked to his best friend since the night they kissed six years ago. Now he’s got a chance to make things right and catch the man of his dreams. But first, he has to help Dillon figure out a way to keep Sultan Ranch.
But when Dillon’s family is betrayed, and he learns that Liam hasn’t been totally honest with him, will he lose everything that matters most?
About the Author:
Born and raised in Texas, Jennah is a transplant to Missouri long enough ago she should probably consider that her hometown. But she will forever be a Texan. She loves to write any story that will make a reader smile, laugh, and maybe even cry (although you won't ever hear her admit that she cries). Whether the next story she writes is contemporary, urban fantasy, LGBT, or whatever other crazy idea she comes up with, there will always be love and romance in the midst of trials and turmoil.
“We’re losing the ranch.”
Dillon stared at his father, Patrick. He needed to say something. Anything. But he didn’t. He sat on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, eyes wide.
“Son?” His dad reached out and touched his leg. Dillon jumped. The sudden contact brought him back to earth.
“Lo-losing the ranch?”
Patrick nodded. Dillon’s stomach roiled.
“How? Why didn’t you...?” He couldn’t get the words out with a lump the size of a boulder lodged in his throat. The ranch was everything to him. It had been in the family for more than a hundred years, since his great-grandfather had come over from Ireland and settled on the land.
“I know how much this place means to you. Son, you love this ranch more than I do. I know you’d give your life to save it. There was no way I could tell you and risk seeing the look of disgust on your face.”
Was that what he looked like? Disgusted? Because he wasn’t. Not at all. Let down. Shocked. Sad. But not disgusted. Dillon started to say as much, but his father held up his hand.
“Your emotions are so easy to read. There’s nothing we can do about this. It’s time to let go.”
Anger flooded his system. The initial shock disappeared. “If you knew all that, then you should have known I’d want to be clued in. Hell, Dad, I would have done anything to keep us above water. You’re wrong. It’s not time to let go. Until they haul our asses out of here, I’m not giving up.”