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Heidi Crane:
I won a job with Wildwood Construction, one of the biggest companies in our area. This is my chance to make a difference in my daughter’s life.
I’m not letting Micah Reese mess this up for me. He can’t quit following me and trying to help me, protect me. I don’t need it. I can take care of myself. He’s too young and brash, too sexy for his own good…and mine.
If only I could quit looking over my shoulder for the trouble that I know is following me, maybe I could keep my wits about me a little more than I am right now.

Micah Reese:
I can’t resist the tall, curvy woman working with me. Heidi is a goddess haunting my every waking thought, my dreams at night. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was meant to be mine.
She’s a proud woman though. Too proud to accept my help without putting me in my place. I’m here for every second of it. She’s sexy and snarky and I love every bit of it.
She’s also the best mom and I find myself charmed by her daughter too. They feel like home to me. I might be younger than her but I know what I want and she’s it.
But something has her spooked and that’s got my blood boiling. No woman should be scared like that. I’m gonna fix this and then convince her that she needs me as much as I need her.

Whether he’s a carpenter, mechanic, electrician, framer, forklift driver, logger, farmer, high-voltage lineman, cement or masonry worker, tow truck driver, oil rig worker, pool contractor, septic system technician, arborist, or a welder, these blue-collar heroes all have in two things in common:

They’re good with their hands, and they’re not afraid to get dirty. Really, really dirty.

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Tamrin Banks is the pen name for an author who writes short, sexy stories that are full of growly alpha men and their sometimes-snarky sweethearts. This curvy author lives in northeast Ohio with her husband and soulmate and has three children. She loves Reese’s peanut butter cups, tacos of all kinds and too many crafts to mention.

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Welcome to Lone Mountain, Montana, where the men are as rugged as the landscape, and love can be found in the most unexpected places.

MARRYING THE GRUMP

Jenna
I’m a curvy, book-loving nerd, and I’m on a mission to save my beloved library. Driving all over Lone Mountain and asking for donations isn’t in my job description, but I’ll do it.

When I’m unexpectedly stranded on a mountain roadside in the middle of a raging storm, I find myself being rescued by the infuriatingly sexy Race Gentry, a man as tough and untamed as the mountain he calls home. Burly and gruff, this mountain man and former soldier is certainly not my idea of Prince Charming. But the possessive way he looks at me has me ready to trade in my steamy romance novels for a walk on the wild side.

Race
I knew I was a goner the second I saw her lush curves and sweet, sassy mouth. The curvy spitfire showed up on my mountain out of nowhere, disrupting the peace and solitude I thought I wanted and bringing to the surface every overprotective instinct I’d long buried. She’s mine, and I know it instantly. And if I have to convince her…well, that could be a whole lot of fun. We may be total opposites, but she fits me like fate.

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FEUDING WITH THE GRUMP

My friends had always accused me of being too picky, too judgy. I suppose that was true. I was attracted to a certain type of man and saw no sense in wasting time on relationships that didn’t fit my mold. The more I got to know Killian Stone, the more boxes he checked off my perfect man list.

Tall, dark, and handsome. Check.
Broad-shouldered. Check.
Well-endowed. Not for certain, but pretty damn sure. So, check.
Dominant, without being an ass. Check.
So damn sexy that I couldn’t think straight around him. Check.
A sense of honor and duty. Check.
Overprotective without being over the top. Half a check? He was a little over the top, but if I were honest, that secretly thrilled me.

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A Sexy, Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Small-Town Romance by bestselling author Chelle Sloan.

I can’t remember a time when I haven’t loved my childhood best friend, Amelia.
Her big brown eyes and beautiful smile have had a hold on me since we were teenagers.
Hell, I even love her kids as if they were my own.
Now, she’s divorced, and after twenty years, it’s time to make my move.
The tension between us finally erupts and I kiss her.
Imagine my surprise when she doesn’t push me away but says she wants to give us a try.
Except she has one condition: We keep it a secret.
I’ll do anything for her, even this.
But I can’t help but want to shout to the world that the woman of my dreams is finally mine.
I inadvertently do it when her ex-husband rolls back into town.
A man I’ve hated since high school.
He riles me up and I blurt out Amelia and I are engaged.
We’re not.
Now, we have to pretend to plan a wedding while our meddling town watches.
I’ve waited over twenty years for my chance.
Will this cost me the one I love?

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Known for her witty sense of humor, Chelle Sloan is a former sports reporter who recently completed her master’s degree in journalism, and is now putting that to good use — one happily ever after at a time.

An Ohio native, she’s fiercely loyal to Cleveland sports, is the owner of way too many — yet not enough — tumblers and will be a New Kids on the Block fan until the day she dies. She does her best writing at Starbucks, where you can usually find a Pink Drink within reach. Oh, and yes, you probably saw her on TikTok.

As for her own happily every after? Maybe one day…

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What does a tattooed chick from Philadelphia know about being a rancher? Absolutely nothing. But that’s about to change. 

Willow Crawford never knew her father’s identity until she hears from his lawyer, advising her of his death. As the sole heir to his ranch in Wyoming, she has the chance to start anew following her divorce. 

After losing his family in a devastating accident, mail call no longer brings a smile to Staff Sergeant Nathan Casey’s face, knowing his name won’t be shouted. But when he receives a letter addressed to Any Soldier, signed by Wannabe Rancher, he finds himself captivated by the fascinating and beautiful woman who’d written it. 

As her unexpected fondness for small-town life and a certain pen pal grows, Willow discovers more about herself, her family, and her legacy. Will the attraction she develops for Nathan, through his letters and phone calls, still exist and intensify when they finally meet? Or will she risk her heart, only to have history repeat itself and deny Willow her soul mate?

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EXCERPT

June 1

Dear Any Soldier,

Hi, my name is Willow, and I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your service. It’s very much appreciated. It must be hard for you to be away from your family and friends for long periods of time, and I hope this letter brightens your day. 

I’m probably not supposed to ask where you’re stationed or deployed, so I won’t. I’ll just assume you’re somewhere on the other side of the world and pray you’re safe. 

I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I’m thirty-three years old and originally from Philadelphia, where I’d lived my entire life until three weeks ago. That’s when I found out I’d inherited a ranch in Wyoming, of all places. Talk about a culture shock. This little podunk town has a population of just under 1000 people, and everyone seems to know everyone else. I probably had that many people living within a two-block radius of me back in Philly, and no one knew who any of their neighbors were beyond nodding hello as they passed each other on the street. 

I’ve spent the last few weeks overhauling the house here—it really needed it. I’d been hoping all it would need was a fresh coat of paint, but that turned out to be the least of my worries. The front porch needed major work—all new steps and most of the boards needed to be replaced. Thankfully, the supports were in good shape, so the whole thing didn’t need to be torn down. I even managed to save the old porch swing, sanding and refinishing it. I think I’ll rehang it on the side porch, though—it faces west—and get another one for the back porch. The painters come in a few days to re-paint the outside of the house. I picked a light green color—I think it’ll look nice against the blue sky. 

I also tackled the kitchen and two bathrooms and had a plumber and an electrician come in and update what needed to be. While there is still a lot to do in the three rooms, at least I can now say every surface has been bleached and disinfected, the water is clean, and the plugs are updated for the new appliances I ordered. Now, I’m moving on to the rest of the house. Every room needs, at the very least, to be painted and new furniture and rugs. 

With the help of some local guys, I got rid of the old, very outdated furniture (think of the 1970s if you need a visual), junk that was lying around, and anything else I didn’t want to keep. There are a bunch of boxes and trunks left, mostly filled with papers and stuff, but I put them in the attic until I have more time to devote to going through them. Thank goodness I also now have satellite internet and TV access—it was really quiet here without them for the first two days. I’m learning a lot about living in the country, thanks to Google. 

Tomorrow, I’m going to do the craziest thing—well, at least the craziest thing I’ve ever done besides leaving Pennsylvania to move to Wyoming, where I know absolutely no one. I’m going to buy some chickens! Me, the tattooed, pink-haired chick from Philly, is going to get, well, some chicks (lol). Two of the guys who helped me clear out the house came by yesterday and fixed up the coop in the backyard for me and put up some new fencing around it. The other night, I spent three hours researching chickens, from which ones to get and what to feed them to how to collect their eggs and know when there’s something wrong with them (just in case). There’s a local vet who deals with farm animals, so at least there’s someone nearby who I can consult with. I was surprised to learn you don’t need a rooster for the hens to lay eggs. You only need one if you want baby chicks. I’ll do without the rooster for now. 

I must be crazy (well, the last paragraph probably confirmed that), but I’m actually thinking about keeping the ranch. At first, I seriously considered fixing it up to sell, but the longer I stay here, the more I like living out in the middle of nowhere. Weird, huh? There’s really no reason for me to go back to Philly other than it’s familiar. People move all the time and start over in new places, so why can’t I? The only thing is I’ll need to figure out what to do with all this land I now have (1200 freaking acres!). It used to be a cattle ranch, but I sold the last few cows, steers, and horses to my new neighbor since I had no idea how to take care of them or what to do with them. He’d already been caring for them, so it just made sense to let him buy them. 

I want to raise some animals or plant something I can sell, but this is all so new to me, and I have no clue how to be a rancher. If you have any ideas on what I could use the land for, I’m all ears. 

Oh, I forgot to mention. I have a new friend. He’s a white-tailed prairie dog that comes and hangs out on my back porch. After the third day of him showing up, I named him Fred. I had to take a picture of him with my phone to find out what in the world he was because, needless to say, we didn’t have prairie dogs back East. The guy who owns the feed store, whose name is Ducky—if you can believe that—gave me a quick education on them. Thankfully, they’re herbivores. I bought some seeds that Ducky said I could leave out for Fred. I can also give him some vegetables. From what I’m told, he probably has a family somewhere nearby, so I’m sure he’s sharing the meals with them. Maybe one of these days, I’ll follow him and see where he lives. 

Anyway, I’m obviously rambling on about nothing, and I’m sure you have lots to do. If you want to write back, that’s great, but I’ll understand if you don’t. In the meantime, thank you again for your service, and I hope you’re back with your loved ones soon. 

Sincerely, 


Willow

Wannabe Rancher

P.S. – I know it would be easier to exchange email addresses to write back and forth, but if you don’t mind, I kind of like writing letters and mailing them the old-fashioned way. We did that when we adopted a soldier in my fourth-grade class, and it was so exciting when the teacher announced we had a letter from him each month. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

USA Today Bestselling Author and Award-Winning Author Samantha Cole is a retired policewoman and former paramedic. Using her life experiences and training, she strives to find the perfect mix of suspense and romance for her readers to enjoy.

Awards:

Wannabe in Wyoming (co-authored by J.B. Havens) won the bronze medal in the 2021 Readers’ Favorite Awards in the General Romance category.
Scattered Moments in Time won the gold medal in the 2020 Readers’ Favorite Awards in the Fiction Anthology category.
The Road to Solace won the silver medal in the 2017 Readers’ Favorite Awards in the Contemporary Romance category.

Samantha has over thirty-five books published throughout several different series as well as a few standalone novels. A full list can be found on her website – www.samanthacoleauthor.com.

Mason Shaw.

He’s exactly what I want and need in a man. He’s also off-limits as the father of one of my students.

I didn’t expect to be wildly attracted to him the moment he walked into my classroom.

Nor was I even looking for this type of… connection.

I’m only supposed to share my mind and knowledge as his son’s teacher. Not my body as his lover.
I’m a professional. Surely I can resist his perfect, blue eyes, work-calloused hands, and that deep timbre in his voice.

Having a temporary tryst with a single father is one thing.
Falling in love with him is another thing entirely.
Especially when I know for certain I can’t give him what he wants, or needs, in life

I want to be his.
I want to explore this.

I just don’t know if he’ll want me when he finds out how broken I truly am.

Catalyst is a single father x elementary school teacher small town romance.
It’s book 1 of the Meadow Lake Series but can be read as a complete standalone.

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After years of living vicariously through so many characters and stories created by others, Emma Nichole has taken the plunge herself.

A Southern girl, born and raised in the foothills of the Great Smokey Mountains in East

Tennessee, Emma is an avid college football fan, a self-proclaimed true crime obsessive, a lover of horror movies and music of every genre.

But her true love, of course, is creating romance filled worlds for readers to escape inside of.

Whether it’s a small town second chance romance, an angsty, high steam forbidden romance,

or a fun, workplace romp, you’re sure to find something you love in her swoonworthy smut.

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Brielle

It’s not a complicated plan. Find a dom who can tie a knot without getting tangled in the rope, live out a fantasy or two, and get back to work. DONE! 

But I don’t find a dom in Room Thirty. No, I find a trio of men so sexy it hurts to look at them. A trio who likes to share. A trio I suddenly have to work alongside if I want to save my company.

None of this was in my plan, but it’s just physical. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. 

Never mind that Thorin’s hard stare makes me squirm against my bonds, desperate for more of his touch. 

Or the way Mallon’s voice makes me shiver in anticipation.

And let’s not even talk about Leo and his soulful eyes, reading my every move like he’s inside my head.

Yeah, it’s totally just physical…

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Hot with a plot is Mae Harden’s personal motto. Mouthy, relatable heroines and alphas with marshmallowy insides are her addictions.

Mae Harden writes contemporary romance with a penchant for dirty talk, a healthy dose of humor, and a sprinkle of kink. She lives in Virginia with her husband, two young children, and a chunky cat. Mae loves to bake and makes homemade wine to keep up with household demand.

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It was a simple promise—watch out for my best friend’s little sister the same way I would my own.

Turns out, Brenna is a lot more grown-up than I realized. And a lot more beautiful. Which makes sharing an apartment with her this summer tougher than I expected.

Until she shares something with me. Something she’s never shared with anyone. Something that makes me want to step in and help.

Something that changes everything.

Soon enough, my wanting to be with her has nothing to do with that promise I made and everything to do with the undeniable spark between us.

It doesn’t matter that I’m more than a decade older than she is. Or what our small town thinks.

But Brenna’s time in Hickory Hills is limited, making everything more complicated.

The more time I spend with Brenna, the harder it is to stay apart. The more I want to convince her to stay.

I already broke my promise to her brother. But I will keep my promise to her.

Even if I break my own heart in the process.

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EXCERPT

Milo smiles softly at me and I relax, reminding myself who this is. Who we are.  

Roommates. Almost siblings. Who cares if he accidentally saw me naked and masturbating and now knows my deepest secret? 

“Hi. Whatcha making?” 

“Just mac ’n cheese.” 

Just mac ’n cheese? Is this man crazy? 

I drop my bag, kicking off my shoes and placing them at the mat by the door. Inhaling deeply, I walk into the kitchen, examining the baking dish sitting on top of the stove. Sure enough, this is the real deal. Multiple cheeses melted into and mixed in with a roux, before folded over pasta and topped with breadcrumbs. A quick glance down at the counter reveals a loaf of bread and food processer, meaning these breadcrumbs are real, not store-bought. Fuck, yes. 

“Milo, there is nothing just about mac ’n cheese. Especially real deal mac ’n cheese. I know you know it’s my fave. Especially if that’s Hayes mac ’n cheese.” 

He laughs, the deep vibrato making my insides feel just as gooey as that cheese. “It is.” 

Fuck, I have died and gone to heaven. Hayes mac ’n cheese, made by a sexy-as-sin Hayes man? Yeah…I’m done for. 

“It was your first day at your first big girl job. I figured that was worth celebrating.” He gives me a wink, turning away from me to put the dish in the oven. 

My first big girl job? Well then, if Milo’s going to talk to me the same way he and Brandt did when they took the training wheels off my bike, then I’d say seeing me naked is irrelevant. Thank goodness. 

“Seriously? Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure you had better things to do with your afternoon.” 

Milo shrugs his tattooed left shoulder, stepping into me, winking again. My insides melt a little more. This is dangerous.  

“I wanted to. You deserve it.” 

I sigh, my heart grateful for not only the gesture, but how much he cares. I’m lucky to have him in my life.  

“Also, I was thinking.” 

“Uh-oh, that’s dangerous,” I quip. 

Milo chuckles, stepping in closer, the gap between us now no more than a foot. My pulse kicks into high gear, his musky scent filling my nostrils. I don’t know if that’s his cologne or deodorant or some soap, but damn, he smells good. So good it might fry my brain.  

“Whatcha doin’ Friday?” 

Friday? Ummmm… 

“Errr…ahhh…studying?” I hope that’s the right answer. 

“Take a night off.” 

“Any particular reason?”  

A list of possible answers rushes through my mind. The most likely is that he needs my help again at Pour Decisions. Which, if that’s what he needs, he can consider it done. I’m not only happy to help, but it’s the least I can do since I’m squatting in his apartment all summer. 

“I’m taking you out.” 

Record scratch—he’s what? 

Milo must see the confusion register on my face, because he steps into me even more, this time, taking my hand. 

“Let me start over. Brenna, would you like to go out with me on Friday?” 

“Like a date?” 

Like a date? Oh good gracious, who asks that? Like a date. Of course it’s not a date. 

“Yes, like a date.” 

I stand corrected. 

“You want to take me on a date?” My voice squeaks, betraying me and my excitement.  

Milo Hayes wants to take me on a date. Well, dear diary, your preteen fantasies are coming true. 

“I was thinking about what you said yesterday—” 

“Ugh, could we not?” 

“No, we’re gonna. I hate to see you upset, always have. Yesterday was no exception. And I can’t fix everything in this world, but this, this I can. No, not fix. Because you don’t need fixing, Brenna. Change, that’s a better word. This I can change.” 

“Milo, you don’t have to do this.” 

“Bren,” he whispers, squeezing my hand. “This isn’t about have to, this is about want to. I want to take you. I want to show you what it’s like to experience a second date. And in order for there to be a second, there has to be a first. So, what d’ya say? Go out with me Friday night?” 

My heart soars. Milo Hayes wants to take me on a date. How does a girl say no to that? 

She doesn’t. That’s how.  

I let my smile loose, a giggle escaping with it. I can’t help it. Because I’m giddy.  

“I’d love to.” 

“Good.” 

He squeezes my hand again, keeping the small gap between us. Looking down at me, his blue eyes sparkle, upping my giddiness.  

“Can I ask where we’re going?” 

“You can ask.” He smirks. “But I’m not gonna tell you. It’s a surprise.” 

Oh boy… 

His smirk grows and he starts to lean in. My whole body is on high alert, calling out to the universe, trying to manifest something out of thin air. It’s not too much to also want a kiss, right? I mean, I did just get asked out.  

Milo continues to lean, and I’m starting to think the universe might be listening to me.  

At least until my phone goes off. 

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USA Today Best Selling author Claire Hastings is a walking, talking awkward moment. She loves Diet Coke, gummi bears, the beach, and books (obvs). When not reading she can usually be found hanging with friends at a soccer match or grabbing food (although she probably still has a book in her purse). She and her husband live in Atlanta.

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