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Adam saved me from a bad date...and now he wants more. But with all my hang-ups, I walk away because he is way too out of my league. But it turns out, he's not willing to let me go.

An alpha older man, younger curvy woman romance. Lilly: I found my brother, the President of the Exiled Guardians, when I was 18. He wanted me safe and sent me away to college. But now I’m back...and the one man I’ve thought about all these years is still here and I’m pretty sure he’s been waiting for me.

My friends all tell me that I need to get under one man to get over another. Which seems ridiculous considering I've never technically been under any man. Then I meet Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. He's a man in uniform with possession in his eyes. Our attraction is instant and flammable and everything is perfect. Until I find out just how forbidden he is. Baker Johnson is my mom's new husband's son, and that means—no matter how much I want him, or how much I crave his touch—nothing can come of us. He's off-limits.

I'm completely in love with my husband. And he takes care of my needs . . . as long as they're financial or physical. Anything more is too much to ask. I know that while I might have his name, I don't have his heart. It's almost like he keeps me in a very specific box: WIFE. He only opens that box when we're home alone, anything else would make me too much a part of his life. Even though I love him, I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to, but I ask him for a divorce.

USA Today bestselling author Hope Ford brings you a steamy cowboy romance about forbidden love and the lengths a cowboy will go to for the woman he loves.

I’m a romance novelist who no longer believes in love. My agent keeps calling it writer’s block, but I think what I have is more permanent. If I no longer believe in love, how can I continue to write books about it? Still, I take her suggestion to figure something out and find myself in Whiskey Valley at a ranch to get some firsthand knowledge of what cowboys really do. I am not prepared for the level of male hotness that greets me. Griffin is rough and tough and growly, but I catch glimpses of his tender underbelly that has even my iced-over heart melting a little.

I’ve always been the ugly duckling. I never expected my Prince Charming to be wearing Wranglers and dusty cowboy boots. Crushing on one of my hot cowboy bosses isn’t smart. Especially the playboy, but try telling my heart that—it won’t listen. Not even overhearing him call me “frumpy” will discourage my affections. I mean, he’s not wrong. But then we dance, and the look in his eyes changes. Then a kiss, then a lot more, and I can’t help hoping he’s seeing me in a different light.