Griffith Brothers

Ray: Rule #1 of almost dying: Make sure someone knows your passwords. It's hard to cancel your phone plan if you're dead. Rule #2 of almost dying: Make sure your house is clean before you walk up the steps to the pearly gates. It makes selling off your life easier. Back-up plans are for people who plan on losing. All it took was eight seconds for me to win the biggest competition of my life, and one second to lose everything except that championship buckle. I had left my family's cattle ranch at eighteen with no intention of ever coming back for good. Now I was back, stuck in a wheelchair with a beautiful disaster attempting to burn my house down. Brooke: Rule #1 of trying to not get fired: Don't piss off the grumpy bull rider. Rule #2 of trying to not get fired: When you do get fired, keep your chin up. The grumpy bull rider was hot. It was just a little fire. Tiny, even. But that didn't change the fact that Ray Griffith didn't want me anywhere near him. But we came to an agreement: I ignore him, and he doesn't fire me. Easy, right? Not so much when we can't keep our hands off each other. Contains mature themes.

Christian: Rule Number 1: You ride in my truck; you let me open the door. Another problem was the last thing I needed. Unfortunately, Cassandra Parker was mine. But the biggest problem of all? It wasn't the beautiful stranger sticking her nose in my operations. It wasn't the bulldozer she was driving over my way of life. And it definitely wasn't the fact that she was living in my house. My biggest problem? The engagement ring on her finger. Cassandra: Rule Number 1: If you're going to kill someone, make it look like an accident, cry at the funeral, admit to nothing, and deny everything. To be clear, I didn't want to be Christian Griffith's problem. But there I was: exiled from New York, stranded on a cattle ranch, and desperate to salvage what was left of my career. Living with a single dad and his children was a downgrade from my high-rise office and city comforts, but I agreed to it for one simple reason: to save my job. A hot cowboy wasn't going to lasso me into staying a second longer than necessary. Contains mature themes.