Curvy Girl and the Rugged Cowboy

The last thing I need is an ex-military grumpy cowboy thinking he can save me and my daughter.

That's what I tell myself when Mason Reid finds me in a parking lot, about to sleep in my Honda with my daughter. He's massive, gruff, and offers me shelter at Promise Ranch like it's nothing. Like helping desperate women is something cowboys do every day in dying towns.

I should be suspicious. Should grab Rosie and drive away from this man who looks at me with hungry brown eyes and rough hands that could either break me in half or make me beg for more. But I'm so tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending I have it all together when I'm barely holding on.

So I follow him to the ranch, and he gives me a cottage, food, and the first real sleep I've had in months. The next morning, he offers something even more dangerous—hope. And when he looks at my curves like they're a blessing instead of a curse, I realize I'm in deep trouble.

His brothers welcome me like family, and Mason looks at me like I'm worth saving. But can I trust that this isn't just another dream that'll shatter when I wake up?