My name is Jase Brannon, cowboy, redneck, and bona fide ladies’ man. I’ve been in love with my high school sweetheart since our freshman year. We had what one would call the perfect high school sweetheart romance with the follow-in-our-folks'-footsteps normal future to follow.
I’m a farm boy, born and raised. Shelly comes from the same roots as me but wanted to get her education in Agricultural advertising to help modernize our simple ways by attending the university after graduation. To me, it wasn’t a big deal. We live in an age of internet and enough modern technology there are ways to endure any long distance relationship. Perfect, right?
I’ve known Layla Jenson as far back as I can remember. She's the tomgirl out climbing trees and slinging mud pies without batting her pretty little eyelashes at the thought of getting a little dirty. From pigtails to cowboy boots, Layla has bloomed into a pure beauty with curves in all the right places. Wanna know how I know? Well, catastrophe at the hands of a ‘group effort’ hits, causing Layla to come into my sights… and damn what a sight. That’s when my world turns upside down…
I’m Layla Jenson, small town girl born and raised who can shoot the wings off a fly and bake the best pie in the county. I’ve also had my peepers on one certain sexy cowboy whose sweet southern drawl could charm the pants off a nun. I've been in love with him since he swapped his Tonka truck for a Dodge 4x4. One night I get the night of my dreams—or nightmares depending how you look at it. I gave him the most sacred of gifts, only for it to be chalked up to a drunk romp by the redneck Romeo himself, leaving me with knowledge that my notions were made out of a wild childhood fantasy.
I’m a farm boy, born and raised. Shelly comes from the same roots as me but wanted to get her education in Agricultural advertising to help modernize our simple ways by attending the university after graduation. To me, it wasn’t a big deal. We live in an age of internet and enough modern technology there are ways to endure any long distance relationship. Perfect, right?
I’ve known Layla Jenson as far back as I can remember. She's the tomgirl out climbing trees and slinging mud pies without batting her pretty little eyelashes at the thought of getting a little dirty. From pigtails to cowboy boots, Layla has bloomed into a pure beauty with curves in all the right places. Wanna know how I know? Well, catastrophe at the hands of a ‘group effort’ hits, causing Layla to come into my sights… and damn what a sight. That’s when my world turns upside down…
I’m Layla Jenson, small town girl born and raised who can shoot the wings off a fly and bake the best pie in the county. I’ve also had my peepers on one certain sexy cowboy whose sweet southern drawl could charm the pants off a nun. I've been in love with him since he swapped his Tonka truck for a Dodge 4x4. One night I get the night of my dreams—or nightmares depending how you look at it. I gave him the most sacred of gifts, only for it to be chalked up to a drunk romp by the redneck Romeo himself, leaving me with knowledge that my notions were made out of a wild childhood fantasy.
My name is Brandon West. I was born and raised in this small town and love the relaxed southern pace here. Some people leave, some come back, but I never wanted any part of that. This is my home and I’m proud of it.
Growing up in these parts, either you’re kin to half of the town and dated the other half at one point or another, or you are an outsider and won’t be here long. Not many tourists come to these parts, so imagine my surprise the day a little she-devil in stilettos and designer clothes drove up our dusty road. Facing lush lips, full hips, long legs, and eyes that can see straight through to your soul are hard to ignore, so what started as a plan for a few nights of fun soon got a little more complicated than I anticipated.
When left with no choice, what do I do? Well, what else is there, besides tying her little fine ass up and teaching her a lesson she’d never forget… and neither would I.
Growing up in these parts, either you’re kin to half of the town and dated the other half at one point or another, or you are an outsider and won’t be here long. Not many tourists come to these parts, so imagine my surprise the day a little she-devil in stilettos and designer clothes drove up our dusty road. Facing lush lips, full hips, long legs, and eyes that can see straight through to your soul are hard to ignore, so what started as a plan for a few nights of fun soon got a little more complicated than I anticipated.
When left with no choice, what do I do? Well, what else is there, besides tying her little fine ass up and teaching her a lesson she’d never forget… and neither would I.