She’s the maddening, ridiculously cute trespasser who sneaks onto my property to play with my rocks.
He’s the grumpy, unbelievably handsome rancher who has the best rocks to study in the area.
After months of resisting the urge, I finally haul her over my shoulder to escort her off my land.
After months of being clueless, I finally notice that his land isn’t the only thing hard around me.
She’s so damn responsive.
He’s so brawny and burly.
The next time she sneaks in, I’m ready for her.
The next time I sneak in, he shocks the heck out of me.
To be fair, the woman is utterly injury-prone.
To be clear, the man has apparently lost his ever-loving mind.
I just want her to stay safe and out of trouble. So...I cuff her to the bed...for a few hours, tops, while I take care of some things that can’t wait. And now, I’m kind of curious how she’s going to react.
His constant alpha protectiveness is sweet — but seriously? I should be more outraged by this. Really, I should be. But...I’m kind of curious what’s going to happen next.
Nicole is, without a doubt, the oddest creature I've ever met. As far as therapists go, she's pretty damn good‚ even if her methods are out there. She's been using my gym for years, but lately I've been having a tough time getting her out of my head. The last thing I need is to fall for this sexy little smarty. So, when the persuasive woman talks me into an entertaining challenge, I know I should just walk away... But I don't.
Logan is, without a doubt, the most fascinating man I've ever met. As far as billionaires go, he's hardly typical. He's practically allergic to the indoors, stubborn to the extreme, and an absolute overprotective teddy bear when it comes to his daughter. I'm well aware that he thinks I'm a bit of a weirdo. And frankly, I'm good with that status quo. The last thing I need is to develop an ill-advised crush on the gorgeous workaholic. So, when the distracting man manages to trick me into letting him set the stakes for our little challenge, I know I should just walk away.... But I don't.
The woman's killing me. I'm not the kind of man who would normally consider blurring the lines between landlord and tenant or boss and employee, but Summer is a walking temptation—neurotic and obsessive when it comes to work, sure, but a damn cute temptation nevertheless. She's been a good tenant and an even better worker—plus she doesn't simper or throw herself at me like a lot of women who find out my net worth. I've grown fond of her, but if she drags me out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about work one more time...
The man's a saint. Not only did Jason hire me for the greatest project I've ever run point on, but he also let me move into an amazing loft in his building as a job-relocation perk. Sure, he can be a grouch when I accidentally wake him up to go over the project, but he's been a fantastic boss and a surprisingly protective landlord. But...when did his shoulders get so wide? And why is that growling voice of his making me all weak in the knees lately?