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nothing screams new person like mass updating my library, lists, & reviews in one sitting (i haven't ever used goodreads so everything is manual, wish me luck✨). ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・ but this is my lil' introduction because i am very excited to chat with y'all and encourage myself to keep reading ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ i am mikiy (as in the mouse) and i recently got back into reading about 2 years ago. i've been an on & off reader throughout my childhood though and a massive sucker of getting lost into fictional worlds. not much else to say but i will leave with some of my main pointers: ❤️ i am a sucker for romance- LISTEN, i just love love😭 ❤️ anything set in small towns, rural country, or the PNW, I'm in ❤️ i am an infamous mood reader. no wonder my tbrs collect dust ❤️ i love expanding my genres! definitely hit me up with recs ❤️ i've recently gotten back into art and updating my silly stories because of reading :) i have done work for indie streamers/creators before, but maybe i will expand into bookart for funsies?👀 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・ don't forget to support your local libraries🫵

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Cowboy Casual
Holly Renee
Blaire Monroe is the only woman I've ever loved, and the only one I've let break my heart. It's been ten years since she ran from this town, chasing a life that didn't include the cowboy next door who blurred the line between best friend and something more. Now she's back. Fresh off a busted engagement and hiding out on her grandmother's crumbling strawberry farm like the past never happened. Like she doesn't still linger in every part of me I've spent years trying to erase. But Blaire isn't the kind of girl you forget. She's reckless, untamed, and impossible to hold without getting scorched. We collide the second we're in the same room. Too much heat. Too much history. Not nearly enough distance. The tension crackles, the pull is impossible, and before long, we're right back where we swore we'd never be — pressed against the wall, her hands in my hair, my mouth on hers like I've been starving for a decade. I tell myself I can handle it. But the truth is, this cowboy was never meant for casual. Not with her. And sure as hell not again.