Chestnut Springs

He's the scandalous cowboy everyone loves to hate. She's the PR princess sent to save his career. Neither expected to fall in love. Rhett Eaton lives for three things: riding bulls, causing trouble, and doing exactly what he wants. But when a viral outburst threatens his career, his team brings in a professional problem-solver. Enter Summer Hamilton, a polished PR rep who has no interest in rodeos, cowboys, or babysitting overgrown man-children. Too bad she's stuck with Rhett for the entire season. He's arrogant. She's uptight. He thinks rules are made to be broken. She wrote the rulebook. But somewhere between the fake smiles, forced road trips, and late-night heart-to-hearts, the line between enemies and something much more starts to blur. Why readers can't get enough of Flawless: Grumpy/Sunshine Chemistry Unputdownable Slow Burn Authentic Small-Town Vibes Welcome to Chestnut Springs, where falling for the wrong guy might just be the right kind of trouble.

Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been simple. Except I can't keep my eyes off him. And he can't keep his hands off of me. Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than I am and barely looks my way. Until I get him into the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off-and so are our clothes. He's gruff, a little rough around the edges. But broad-shouldered ranchers with calloused hands and filthy mouths are this city girl's kryptonite. So who am I to resist? But it's in our quiet moments together that he softens. It's when he takes care of me that I realize his hardened exterior is just a façade. It's when I watch him go all sweet with his little boy that I really fall for him. Someone convinced him once that his best wasn't good enough. But I've never felt more cherished than I do in his arms. My contract may say this arrangement is only for two months. But my heart says this is forever.

Two childhood friends. Two broken hearts. One impromptu road trip to get away from everything. That's all this was supposed to be. After all, I've been living in the friend zone for years now. But hockey heartthrob Jasper Gervais isn't looking at me like a friend anymore. And he isn't touching me like one either. To his fans, he's the handsome, talented athlete on TV. To me, he's still the lost boy with sad eyes and a heart of gold. The man I've loved in secret for years. So when my life falls apart on my wedding day, it only makes sense that he's the one to swoop in and save me. And when his world comes crashing down around him, I'm there to return the favor. But the more time we spend alone, the more Jasper doesn't feel like a friend at all. He feels like everything I've ever wanted and thought I could never have. Our feelings aren't straightforward though. They twist and turn around the pain of his past and the reality of my present. Jasper Gervais acts like he wants me. But after years of turning me away, he's going to need to prove it.

Theo Silva. Rowdy bull rider. Notorious ladies' man. Scorching hot trouble wrapped up in a drool-worthy package. And he's looking at me like I might be his next meal. But I'm almost free of my toxic marriage and have sworn off men entirely. So all I see when I look back is temptation served up with a heaping side of heartbreak. The man is hard to trust-and even harder to resist. Make that impossible. Because Theo is persistent. And no matter how hard I try to freeze him out, he melts my icy exterior and pulls apart all my defenses. Over a drink in a small town bar, I blurt out my deepest, darkest secrets. Then I spend the singular hottest night of my life with him. He worships my body. He makes me blush. I come alive beneath his hands. Then I tell him to forget it ever happened. I want simple, and with him it all feels complicated. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A secret. But that little plus sign is going to make this secret impossible to keep.

Beau Eaton is the town prince, a handsome military hero with a tortured past. I'm the outcast bartender, a shy girl from the wrong side of the tracks. He's thirty-five and all man, and I'm twenty-two and all . . . virgin. He's also my fiancé. Correction: my fake fiancé. We start out as a bet. He doesn't believe that anyone holds my last name against me. So he offers me his to prove a point. It's win-win. He gets a break from his concerned family's prying, and I get a chance to shed my family's reputation while I save up to ditch this small town. He says all I have to do is wear his ring, follow his lead, and pretend I can't keep my hands off of him in public. But it's what happens between us in private that blurs all those carefully drawn lines. It's what transpires behind closed doors that doesn't feel like pretending at all. This engagement was supposed to be for show. This agreement? It has an end date. He once told me he'd never fall in love. And yet here I am, head over heels for my fake fiancé.