Brock Wilder rides like a man with a death wish.
He’s the worst possible cowboy for me to want, and the one my PR agency sent me to fix. Filthy mouth. Filthier hands. A body hardened by years of climbing onto horses that want him off.
He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him. He cares a whole lot more about who’s looking at me. Nobody warned me I’d have to move onto his ranch.
Or that his idea of professional would be telling me I couldn’t ride the mechanical bull—then offering me something else to ride instead. One night was supposed to take the edge off.
It only made it worse. I already took the fall for someone else’s mistake, and one more strike ends my career. Sleeping with this walking PR disaster was bad enough. Falling for him would destroy me.
Then I find out the truth. Every stunt that should’ve killed him is keeping his family’s ranch alive. He’s not reckless. He’s desperate. I came to tame Brock Wilder.
I didn’t expect him to ruin me instead.
