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The first book in the Emerald Lake series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Elsie Silver.

Rosie Belmont has been driving me wild for years. The good kind of wild. The bad kind of wild. But mostly the kind of wild that comes with wanting your best friend’s little sister and knowing you can’t have her. After living in the city, she comes blasting back into Rose Hill like a storm. Beautiful, messy, and chaotic. And one wide-eyed desperate plea for a job is all it takes for me to hire her.

Sebastian Rousseau is a grumpy, hot as hell fire pilot who is too damn good with his hands. It’s the perfect combination. But unfortunately for me, he’s also my ex-boyfriend’s dad. A chance meeting brought us together and a missed connection has kept us apart. One year later, a stroke of fate has us living under the same roof—which makes everything between us downright messy. Because even after all this time, he’s still the man I think about when I fall asleep. The one I can’t get over no matter how hard I try.

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.

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.

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 13 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?

I’d always dreamed of my wedding day. But not like this. Not looking into the eyes of the man who betrayed me. But when my nephew’s guardianship is contested, I decide I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him in Rose Hill. Even if it means marrying the enemy. Rhys Dupris. A man who is secretive, broody, and completely infuriating. A man whose work takes him away for weeks on end and brings him back covered in mysterious bruises—ones he won’t talk about. In fact, we barely talk at all.

Weston Belmont. The man is a shameless flirt. He oozes confidence and masculinity in a way that’s downright distracting. And in bed? He’s addictive. Everything with him is wild and impulsive and I’m desperate to regain some control. But no one has supported me like West does. And no one has ever made me feel as loved as he does either. So, while my brain says settling down with a small-town horse trainer is impossible… my heart says I’m right where I belong.

I’m the face of professional bull riding—the golden boy. Or at least I was, until it all blew up in my face. Now my agent says I have to clean up my image, so I’m stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the rest of the season as my “full-time supervision.”

Les règles étaient simples : ne pas toucher à la fille et éviter les ennuis. Mais maintenant il est coincé avec elle et il n’y a qu’un seul lit. Les règles sont faites pour être brisées. . Rhett Eaton est le golden boy du rodéo. Ou du moins il l’était jusqu’à ce que sa vie éclate après une bagarre publique. Pour soigner l’image du cowboy, Summer Hamilton, la fille de son agent, est chargée de le surveiller à plein temps pour le reste de la saison.

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 35 and all man, and I’m 22 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.

Stefan Dalca is infuriatingly handsome. And annoyingly persistent. We’re supposed to hate each other. But apparently he didn’t get the memo, because he’s been asking me out for years. And I always say no. Until today. Today he has something that I desperately need. Today he’s a savior, and I’m his prize. Our time together starts out as a simple transaction. Three dates. No touching. No telling anyone. And definitely no falling in love.

I've seen every square inch of Violet Eatons delectable body, and she has no idea who I am. Until now. What happened between us online, in our chats, was meant to stay anonymous and in the past. Until it didn't.

Keeping things professional with my employees has never been an issue. Until she waltzed onto my property. Billie is talented. She's mouthy. And she's so damn tempting. I can't stop thinking about all the ways I could take her down a peg. I can't stop thinking about her, period. We clash from the moment we meet. And in a small town, on an even smaller farm, it's hard to keep your distance. It's even harder to keep that friction from turning to fire. But keeping my distance? That might be the biggest struggle of all.

That night we were two perfect strangers, the town’s grumpy recluse and a gorgeous girl in the back of a bar. Until we weren’t. Because Nadia Dalca isn’t just some girl. She’s the girl I can’t have. Fourteen years younger than me and completely off-limits. My plan is to stay away, but the universe keeps pushing us together. It’s like some sort of cosmic joke, to give me a taste of something so electric—so real—something that breathed life back into me. Because I can look, but I can’t touch.

Son job d'été : nounou chez le père célibataire le plus grincheux (et le plus sexy) du monde... Cade se serait bien passé de recruter Willa pour garder son fils de cinq ans cet été, mais il n'a pas le choix. Toutes les autres candidates étaient plus insupportables les unes que les autres. Du haut de ses 25 ans, elle est d'accord pour lui rendre service, mais pas à n'importe quel prix, car Cade est un peu rude sur les bords, voire carrément désagréable.

Elsie Silver ist die Queen der spicy Small Town Romance. Eine abgelegene Ranch abseits einer kanadischen Kleinstadt klingt für die ausgebrannte Sängerin Skylar Stone wie der perfekte Ort, um sich vor ihren Fans und der Presse zu verstecken. Hier will sie zurück zu ihrer Musik und sich selbst finden, doch stattdessen trifft sie auf Weston Belmont. Der heiße Single-Dad lässt sie eine Geborgenheit spüren, die ihr aus ihrem Popstar-Leben völlig fremd ist, und seine zwei Kinder schleichen sich schneller in Skylars Herz, als ihr lieb ist.

Als Vaughn Harding sein Leben in der Stadt aufgibt, um den Rennstall seines Großvaters zu retten, ist das Letzte, an was er denkt, sich zu verlieben. Doch Billie Black, die er anheuert, um seine Pferde zu trainieren, stellt ihn auf eine harte Probe. Billie ist talentiert, klug und vorlaut - und verdammt verführerisch. Schon bei ihrer ersten Begegnung geraten sich die beiden in die Haare, und doch kann Vaughn nicht aufhören, an sie zu denken. Aber Billie ist seine Angestellte und die Einzige, die ihm dabei helfen kann, den Ruf des Stalls und dessen Finanzen zu retten.

Nach einer magischen Nacht verliert Bash Rousseau die lebenslustige Gwen Dawson aus den Augen – und staunt nicht schlecht, als er ihr ein paar Monate später zufällig wiederbegegnet. Auf der Geburtstagsfeier seines Sohnes, der ihm Gwen als seine Freundin vorstellt. Als Gwen dann jedoch wenig später nach Rose Hill zieht, ist die Anziehung zwischen den beiden augenblicklich wieder da, auch wenn eine Beziehung zwischen ihnen absolut unmöglich ist – schließlich ist Bash immer noch der Dad ihres mittlerweile Ex-Freundes.

Ele é uma dor de cabeça ambulante com um corpo de dar água na boca e um olhar de quem vai devorá-la. Theo Silva é um peão de rodeio que está sempre metido em confusão. Além disso, é um notório conquistador. E Winter sabe exatamente o que ele quer quando olha para ela. Mas Winter está saindo de um casamento tóxico e jurou ficar longe dos homens para sempre. Então, para ela, Theo é só uma tentação com potencial de virar dissabor. Não dá para confiar no sujeito. Porém menos ainda resistir a ele.