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A few months ago, we danced. We flirted. I've never wanted a woman more. But she was too young for me. Too unguarded. Wide-eyed college girls with curves for days don't end up with possessive bikers that have blood on their hands. Somehow, I found the strength to push her away. Now she's back, walking into my tattoo shop and asking another man to put his mark on her skin. Over my dead body. If she gets inked, it'll be by my hand or no one's. My bad boy biker rep might not match with her sunshine. But I know we belong together, so this time I'm not letting her go.

I'm in love with Lucas Blaze, the player grandson of the woman I take care of. I'm nothing like the women he dates, so the chances of him noticing me are slim to none. Until the day he asks me to marry him. Lucas is the youngest Blaze Brother. He works twenty-four seven, and his only use for women is to get his rocks off when he's taking a break from putting his family's liquor brand into every store in the country. I don't mingle in the same high-profile groups, and I sure as heck don't know the first thing about pleasing a man. But to make his Granny happy, Lucas is willing to marry me.

King is a determined billionaire… posing as a professional cuddler to get close to me. He's the type of man who always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants me—the socially awkward, plus-size model with intimacy issues. I've never had anyone hold me, hug me–or even love me–and my therapist thinks a professional cuddler will help break down the walls I've built to protect my heart. I'm skeptical at best… But King is so good at holding me together that the line between professional and personal quickly blurs, igniting a passion I'm not prepared for.

Them Days is a quarterly magazine dedicated to documenting and preserving the old ways and early days of Labrador. Many thanks to the people who shared their time and memories, their names appear with their stories...

Curvy single mom and the wounded hero. Together in a brother's best friend romance. She's my best friend's little sister. A single mom who doesn't have time to waste on an older, wounded ex-mercenary. She's off-limits. And yet, I still moved to her hometown. I blame it on the job offer and the...

I ran from him once. This time… he's not letting me go. He's my fake boyfriend, my last hope… and the man I was too scared to keep. Miller Brody is powerful, possessive, and completely out of my league. One perfect night was all it took to ruin me, and one moment of doubt sent me running...

He's my boss. My second chance. And the man who'll never forgive me. Two years ago, I ruined everything. One mistake, and Logan Brody walked away without looking back. Now I work for him. Same piercing stare. Same clenched jaw. Same hands I still dream about. He keeps his distance. Keeps his...

He's my brother's best friend. My childhood obsession. And now… my bodyguard. Zach Campbell is assigned to protect me from a stalker. He looks like he stepped off a movie set—smoldering eyes, chiseled jaw, and body made for sin. The kind of man who belongs on a magazine cover. Not in my...

I've been in love with my best friend for what seems like forever. But she wanted the one thing I couldn't give her. Now, she's pregnant with another man's baby. The "donor" wants nothing to do with her . . . or the child, so I do the one thing I've always wanted to do. I claim her—and her baby—as mine. She worries the whole town is gossiping. She has no money, no family and she thinks I'm doing this because I feel sorry for her. If only she knew. Allie is my best friend, and I tried to be content with only that. Things have changed though, and I'll stop at nothing until I make her my wife.

All four steamy contemporary cowboy romances in Hope Ford's Whiskey Valley series are collected together in one omnibus. The series includes Protector Cowboy, Redeemed Cowboy, Faithful Cowboy, and Savage Cowboy...

I'm completely in love with my husband. And he takes care of my needs . . . as long as they're financial or physical. Anything more is too much to ask. I know that while I might have his name, I don't have his heart. It's almost like he keeps me in a very specific box: WIFE. He only opens that box when we're home alone, anything else would make me too much a part of his life. Even though I love him, I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to, but I ask him for a divorce.

She's my best friend's daughter, and I have no business wanting her the way I do. Especially since it's my fault that her dad died. Call it survivor's guilt if you must. I just know I'm to blame. Still, when she comes to me for help, I can't refuse her. Which means sleeping on my sofa so she can take my bed. Emerson is temptation personified. Giving into my desires and touching her would make me the worst sort of man. But everyone has their limits.

Curvy Divorcee and the Wounded Hero together in an against-all-odds romance. When you're on a date with one man and get a text from another. "Don't let him touch you tonight. You're mine, and I don't share…" After I'm finally free from my cheating ex-husband, I am not looking for another...

I’m a romance novelist who no longer believes in love. My agent keeps calling it writer’s block, but I think what I have is more permanent. If I no longer believe in love, how can I continue to write books about it? Still, I take her suggestion to figure something out and find myself in Whiskey Valley at a ranch to get some firsthand knowledge of what cowboys really do. I am not prepared for the level of male hotness that greets me. Griffin is rough and tough and growly, but I catch glimpses of his tender underbelly that has even my iced-over heart melting a little.

I’ve always been the ugly duckling. I never expected my Prince Charming to be wearing Wranglers and dusty cowboy boots. Crushing on one of my hot cowboy bosses isn’t smart. Especially the playboy, but try telling my heart that—it won’t listen. Not even overhearing him call me “frumpy” will discourage my affections. I mean, he’s not wrong. But then we dance, and the look in his eyes changes. Then a kiss, then a lot more, and I can’t help hoping he’s seeing me in a different light.

I’m a survivor. I finally got myself and my son away from my abusive ex, and I’m standing on my own two feet. The very last thing I want is another arrogant, controlling man. I don’t care how sexy the grumpy hot cowboy is. When I first meet King, I try to thank him for the ranching camp scholarship my son was awarded, but before I can get the words out, he offers me a roll in the hay. Even though I’m a little tempted, I walk away and pull my son from the camp. We do not have room in our lives for a man like that.

I just got home from serving in the military and I'm learning how to live as a civilian when I meet her. Elle is my younger brother's assistant, but the minute I see her, I want to know everything about her. Elle is hiding secrets. I'm hellbent on uncovering every one. Especially peeling away the layers of her frumpy clothes to reveal the curvy body that plagues my every thought.

Lilian always had a no-dating rule. For the last twelve years, she's been the guardian of her younger sister. She did the whole PTO, soccer mom thing. But now that her sister's a college graduate and married, Lilian is taking her life back . . . and looking for a good time. I respected her "no dating" rule even though I've wanted her since the day she started working for me. Two years later and my thirst for her has only intensified. Lily might think all she wants is a one-night-stand, but I'm determined to make her mine.

She was never supposed to stay. Confident. Curvy. A city girl who belonged to a world I could never touch. But I married her anyway, thinking I could keep her at arm's length and still call her mine. I never let her all the way in. Never let her see how deep she got under my skin. And now she's done pretending that's enough. When she hands me divorce papers, I expect her to run back to her perfect, polished life. But she doesn't. She gets a job slinging coffee in town like she's not tearing my whole damn world apart. So I give her an ultimatum—thirty days in my bed, living like we used to.

He's a filthy, fierce cowboy. I'm his best friend's daughter. And the only thing more forbidden than his hands on me… is how much I want them there. He says I'm off limits. But now I'm back in our small town, all grown up and aching for the one man I shouldn't want. My dad thinks throwing me...