Fallen Willow

WELCOME BACK TO BLUE RIVER RANCH . . .

Dallas
Six months ago, a fire on my ranch took my fiancée, and my whole world along with her.

Just when I thought I'd never feel anything again, a six-year-old landed on my porch—with a paternity test confirming what I knew the moment I saw her.

Now the people who brought her to me want her back— and I'll do anything to keep her. Even marry the fiery redhead who snuck into my half-built house and charmed my daughter faster than I could throw her out.

A fake marriage to keep my daughter safe? Deal, as long it's clear this arrangement has an expiration date.

Willow
Marrying Dallas Thorne could be the best and worst decision I've ever made.

The best because, like me, he's sworn off the four-letter word indefinitely.

The worst because he's rugged in every sense of the word and fiercely protective. So naturally, I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Only this flame is bound to burn me alive if I let myself fall.