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NOW AN AMAZON TOP 50 BESTSELLER!I shouldn't have been out in that storm.I knew it the second my feet hit the ground, and my flip-flops slid in the mud.Unfortunately, I had no idea what in the world I was doing. Not with my kids, or the three horses in my barn...and definitely not in the small, country town we'd recently moved to.Being told all these facts, while being reluctantly rescued by my brand-new neighbor didn't help matters either.Arrogant, bossy, and rude-and okay, impossibly sexy- Reid was easily the most infuriating person I'd ever met. I had zero plans to ever speak to the recluse again after that night.Unfortunately, he happened to be the only local horse instructor and the only hope I had at getting my kids in a saddle.Desperation had me creating an alliance with him.Envy had me craving the connection he had built with them.Distracted by his gentle touches, and his smooth smiles, I missed how close his demons danced to my ghosts.While I was slowly letting him into my heart, I didn't even realize he'd already stolen it once before.

They call him the Wolf.His club, his brothers, and even my best friend Callie.I didn't really care what they called him, not when the only name I had ever called him was, coward.Because three months ago he snuck under my resilient heart, like the thief he is, and stole it.Then he broke it.Going home wasn't an option, not when I promised Callie I'd stay. She swore I'd eventually feel like I belonged in this small town.The club ensured I had a job, and a place to live which reluctantly earned my loyalty.Until I discovered their little caveat.The apartment technically belonged to the new president.I was welcome to stay...as long as I understood it meant sharing.And my new roommate?The very man who turned avoidance into an Olympic sport.������������ ����������������.

Usually, watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice. Ten out of ten do not recommend. Unless of course, you're family. I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy, until I found out what he left behind in his will. Property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. I had no idea that by accepting the terms of my inheritance it would thrust me into a battle with the new club president.Wesley Ryan was unfathomably handsome, menacing and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only made me cling that much tighter to my birthright.That is until he decided to play dirty. Wes didn't just taunt me by bringing up our past, he wanted us to go all the way back to where we started. Back to when we were nine and I was just the girl next door who snuck into his treehouse.Back to when he'd fight the boys who made me cry.Back to when he first kissed me and stole my heart.I had to remember Wes wanted to claim my father's property, not me.I walked away once, I just had to prove I was strong enough to do it again.

Dueling neighbors finally call a truce when winter barrels into their town, but the kindness suddenly extended by grumpy Colson Hanes, seems to have ulterior motives.

Being a nanny for three girls who belong to a grumpy boxing legend was not on my list of plans when I followed my brother to Macon, Oregon.I went from ruling the boardroom to baking cupcakes in the blink of an eye.And aside from a few mishaps and seemingly always upsetting their dad, it oddly fits me better than anything else I've ever done.Until Liam put everything into question.Bossy, broody, and rude, he's twelve years older than me, and a force-An annoyingly overprotective wall of muscle and ink.But behind that perpetual scowl on his face was something deeper...worry and fear that no one saw him carry.I wanted to help him.But Liam Croft doesn't want my help...He just wants me.I gave in to his touch, surrendered to our desire, and handed him my heart.It was reckless and maybe even a little stupid...Because I want to rescue Liam Croft...Even if saving him means losing him.