The Wild Westbrooks Series

It was a heat-of-the-moment agreement scribbled onto the back of a crinkled gas station receipt nine years ago. "If neither of us is married by age 30, we'll marry each other." Haha! So funny! Cash moved to a city 500 miles away, built his billion-dollar empire, and made a name for himself. Me? I stayed in our gossipy hometown, working a simple job and living a simple life. And we never discussed the marriage pact again. But I just turned the big three-oh, and Cash showed up at my door in the middle of a freaking rainstorm.

My best friend's older brother. Melter of ovaries. Destroyer of panties. And suddenly...a single dad. Guys like Jasper—I bet you know the type. The chiseled arms. The wavy hair. The melt-your-brain-cells smile. Good thing I'm a smart girl—Honey Hill's former child prodigy, to be precise. I should know better than to fall for this playboy's charm. Here's the thing, though. The man is an expert at solving my problems, and he always knows how to make me laugh. And those hands... Those big, rough mechanic hands... Oh, damn. What's that I just said about resisting his charm? Never mind.

It was supposed to be harmless. One fake date with an off-limits football player I'd never date for real. Plot twist—Harry Westbrook is the exact opposite of harmless. My first mistake? Underestimating that boyish smile, those playful eyes, the charming words on those perfect lips. He claims to have a crush on me. But, as hot as he is, I'd bet he's scheduling booty calls like a dentist booking teeth cleanings. I'm Nadia Chester—in-house lawyer for the Paragons football team. Queen of logic and compartmentalizing. Resisting him should be easy.

Once upon a time, Davis Westbrook was my small-town fairytale. We fell in love at 16. Married at 21. High school sweethearts destined for forever. Then, in one cruel moment, fate stormed in, knocked over our white picket fence, and stole our happy ever after. Davis and I moved on with separate lives. I run the local veterinary clinic. He is Honey Hill's hot-as-hell chief deputy sheriff. And we're nothing but cordial exes, politely keeping our distance around town.