Returning to Welcome was easy…staying will be a challenge. Especially when someone is determined to drive her out. Brianna Bowler has returned to her small town of Welcome to help run Bowler’s Dog Rescue. She’s also doing everything she can to set aside thoughts of her high school crush Jake Morrow. Jake appears to be with a perfectly perfect sprite of a woman. (Not that she minds how opposite she and the sprite are. Really, she doesn’t.)
Life on the road as a pro-ballplayer isn’t without it’s drawbacks.
And now, without a team to play for, I find myself heading home.
Maybe it’s a good thing. I can focus on my daughter, Izzy, and my life.
I need to get things straightened out, including that hole that I never filled after Izzy’s mom left. But, is there anything that could keep me in town if another team came calling?
Prince Nicholas of Montovia only wants one thing—some peace and quiet. When he buys a ranch in Firebird Falls, Montana, he’s looking for an escape from the drama caused by his royal siblings. Out here, he’s just Nick Smith—a happy loner just looking to blend in with everyone else. Clara Weaver is looking for her own escape. When her car runs out of gas in Firebird Falls, she sees it as a sign. Even though she’s never set foot on a ranch before in her life, she decides to answer a job posting for a ranch manager, which leads her to the town’s mysterious newcomer, Nick Smith. She’s determined to build a new life for herself here—and bring the grumbling, brooding Nick along for the ride.
I entertain naked people for a living. No, not THAT kind of entertainment. I own a nudist resort. I’m not a nudist, but Val Silva is. And he’s a human supernova sleeping in the room next door. The man is tall, gorgeous, tattooed, and a shameless exhibitionist. As the Brazilian bad boy of the international football world, he’s as famous for his sex tape as for his talent on the field. Oh, did I mention he walks around naked ALL the time? A girl only has so much willpower. Maybe we can have a little fun… as long as his tabloid past doesn’t mess with my quiet life.