Kissing Ridge Cowboys

Cowboys break hearts. It's a known fact. But my career as a romance planner has me moving back to my hometown of Kissing Ridge—a town so full of cowboys you can't enter a room without bumping into a Stetson. And I don't date cowboys. Not that it matters. I build romance for others… not myself. There's no way I'm falling for a steer wrestler with a sinful smile and awkward rambles. I've already had one cowboy break my heart. I don't intend to make it two.

Jamieson Carr is my best friend, the one bright light in my mostly dark life. He's sunshine, easy smiles, and a world-class bull rider. Me? I'm just a surly bullfighter with a sixth sense around animals. He thinks I'm the reason he's so good, but that's not true at all. Jamieson is a shining star who doesn't need me. I should be glad I'm the lucky one who gets to stand beside him…but I've always wanted more.

Everyone knows my grandfather was a less-than-savoury human, but I didn't think he'd stick it to me in new ways after he died. I need a husband to claim my inheritance, and the sexy new lawyer in town volunteers to step in. A fake marriage is the easiest solution to my problem. Besides, it's only temporary, and it comes with perks. It's a simple business transaction. No feelings and no fuss. He's city and I'm country. He's Lexus and I'm a beat-up pickup truck. We couldn't be more different if we tried. So why does my chest hurt when I think of him leaving when our time is up?