Southern

I fell in love with him when I was seven. I scraped my knee, and he helped carry me inside. Our love story was the talk of the town until a woman told everyone she was pregnant with his baby. The only rational solution was to high-tail it out of town and never come back. My best friend needed a place to hide, and you can’t get much more covert than my family farm, so I came back. For her. It was supposed to be temporary, and I wasn’t supposed to see him, but that’s what happens when you live in a small town where everyone knows each other.

When you find out that your fiancé is arrested for swindling more than 10 million dollars from his clients, you do what any sane woman would do. You escape reality and go undercover, trading in your city-girl Louboutins for country-pumpkin cowboy boots. It wasn't a forever change - it was temporary. I only had to stay here until things back home got straightened out, or so I thought.

I'm the one who broke up the golden couple - the woman people still whisper about, point at, and give dirty looks to. Did I sleep with the prom king? No. Did I sleep with the town's golden boy on vacation from college? Yes. Did I believe that he was going to marry me? Wholeheartedly. Did he? Not even close. He got engaged right in front of me, and then his father threw $200 at me and told me to take the trash out.

Emily: I fell in love with him when I was 14. Under the stars, he told me he loved me, and under the stars, we promised to love each other, always. But under the stars, he broke my heart. He left me without a second glance. I was just an afterthought. Now he's back, but this time, I'm not falling for his Southern charm. Maybe. Ethan: On my 21st birthday, I found out that everything I thought I knew was a lie, that the man I had grown up thinking was my father wasn't. The pain I felt blinded me. I left them all behind, including her, my best friend and the woman I was going to marry.

Coming back home was supposed to be normal - not that my life had ever been normal, but it was getting there. Then I opened the door and found a man, broken, bloodied, and fighting for his life. I don’t know why, but I said I would take care of him. I had to - needed to. He was a mystery, showing up from out of nowhere. But he might have already stolen my heart.

Being a cowboy is in my blood, just like my father, and his father before him. Except unlike my father the only thing that interested me were my horses. I was the quiet one, the one who stood in the back and watched things unfold. Until I found her fighting for her life. Something inside me shifted. I couldn’t stop it, I fell in love with her. Even though I knew, in the end, she would leave me.

Never make the same mistake twice is my motto. After being left in the dust of an old pickup truck, I promised that I would take care of myself and never trust another man with a sexy smirk and cowboy boots. Then he showed up, and he’s everywhere I turn, making me want something I shouldn’t.

I never wanted to be a cowboy - living in a small town was suffocating. The military was my out. I saw every place I ever wanted and everything that nightmares are made of...until I almost lost my life and ended up back home.