A curvy author craving deadline peace. A grumpy cowboy who wants her gone. One pool that changes everything.
Layla arrives at Cole Marshall’s Tennessee ranch for quiet inspiration.
She gets brooding stares, calloused hands that know exactly where to touch, and a man who builds instead of speaks—quietly constructing a pool to keep her close.
“No strings” quickly becomes something raw: heated glances that burn, rough grips that claim, nights that leave them both wrecked.
When the fire dies down, Layla must decide: return to her Seattle career or give in to the cowboy who’s too stubborn to say he’s already hers. Steamy, emotional, and impossible to put down.
