Operating Purple Pastures & Alpaca on my own was not ever in my plans, but neither was becoming a widow and a single mom at twenty-two. Though I love this land and the life I've built for myself and my daughter-including the alpacas we adore, the strays we've taken in along the way, and the rolling hills of lavender surrounding our farm-all the years of hard work and one-woman juggling since James' death may not be enough to keep it all together. 
In fact, I'm failing. Miserably. At farming, running a small business, managing the wild women of the Honey Hill PTA, and maintaining any semblance of a personal life. 
To top off my utter insufficiencies, I'm now being forced to accept help from the last person I ever expected to show his face again, Jordan Love. But-though it pains me to admit-having him around repairing fences, caring for my fur babies, and bonding with Molly is the first time I haven't felt so alone in all this since I lost my husband. 
And most unexpectedly, Jordan's return to my life feels a lot like mending my heart. 
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For ten years, I've done a great job working through the grief of losing my best friend and the shame of selfishly walking away from the people we both cared about when I should have stayed. Even still, I knew coming back home to Honey Hill would dredge up regrets for past decisions. But when I see Emory Nelson for the first time since James' death, I don't expect the feelings I've kept well-suppressed for so long to come bubbling to the surface. Feelings I'll need to get well under control if I intend to stick around. 
I ran away when she needed me most. With a second chance to show up for Emory and her daughter, there's no way I can walk away again. I'm determined to be someone she can depend on, even if it means forever pretending I don't want more. 
Challenging. Beautiful. Forebearing. Resilient. Worthwhile. 
Love looks a lot like lavender.