by Carolyn Brown
Okay, folks you've all listened to me moan and groan and whine like a two year old in the cereal aisle at the grocery store the past two months about the heat in Oklahoma. But I now understand the problem with the whole record breaking summer which I intend to share with y'all if you will keep it a secret. I'm afraid the people will drag me outside the house, kick me off the curb and stone me to death if they find out this record-breaking summer is my fault.
H.E.A.T. stands for Happy Ever After Temperatures in this story.
Once upon a time a romance author started a book about a cowboy named Trace Coleman and a sassy Irish lass named Gemma O'Donnell. She typed in the first sentence and it became evident from page one that Trace was a damn hot cowboy and Gemma had a temper just as hot as his dreamy brown eyes.
And the temperature in Oklahoma shot up from the low nineties to over 100 degrees.
Then the author's fingers typed faster. Gemma and Trac...
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