A sexy cowboy. Some racy photos. And an accidental hook up-or three-with his best friend's sister.
There are four things that rule my world: Norse mythology, Marvel comics, horses, and dirty talk. Not necessarily in that order.
When my brother signs me up for a new Bachelorette-style reality show centered around a female star looking for love with a cowboy (without my permission, I might add), I don't have a choice.
It will be great publicity for the ranch.
Or at least that's what I'm promised.
Never mind that I'm not looking for love-and I'm especially not interested in landing a fiancée.
What I didn't figure on is the show's photographer being Violet Brooks. Violet is my best friend's little sister. Did I mention he's the town sheriff?
She's the same woman who left our small Montana town ten years ago and never looked back. The same woman I lusted after when I shouldn't have. And still do.
The same woman who now has a two-year-old son.
So when the pre-show marketing photo shoot involves channeling my inner underwear model-with Violet as the photographer-I lose my shirt. My pants. And possibly my virtue.
But it's worth it.
As long as we don't get caught-because if we are, it's adios to the ranch.
And as long as my heart doesn't get toss into the mix. Because what Violet and I have is only temporary while she's in town.
Sounds easy enough. Right?