“I know something is bothering you.” Cat studied her cousin from beneath her lashes. “Something’s been bothering you ever since we got you back.” Nadia recognized that look. Sometimes, Cat was like a pit bull with a bloody bone. When she sank her teeth into a juicy...

My daughter is getting married. Nico Antonov was no more ready for this day than he’d been three months ago when Cat had first informed him she was engaged. He was probably never going to be ready. Maybe it was because he’d been a widower for so long, or maybe it was...

What in the world? ​Burke Yates slammed on his brakes, skidding to a halt at the entrance to the parking lot beside Anderson Ranch B&B. As if oblivious to the presence of his silver Ford F-600 flatbed idling there, a trio of black SUVs rolled his way, appearing to...

I’ll never be one of them. Usually when Summer Rose Gardener was surrounded by this many chattering guests, a private band, and mouth-watering scents, it was because she was working on a security detail. Not today. Through a series of events that she was still trying...

“Here’s another one.” Zayden passed his cell phone to his fiancée before starting the car. Her red Ford GT hummed to life. Alice eagerly snatched the phone from him to scan the last set of pictures he’d pulled up. “Oh, Zay,” she breathed. “It’s perfect!” Perfect. He...

September Jana idly twirled the gold promise ring around her finger, watching the morning sun glint off the diamond solitaire. Saint had given it to her on Christmas Eve. Nine months ago. Nine terribly loooooong months ago. It was the best nine months of her life and...

Thanksgiving and a Wedding Normally, Chef Bree Romero enjoyed every second she spent inside the kitchen at the Anderson Ranch B&B. The scent of fresh-baked bread wafted in the air every day by sunrise. It was joined by the aroma of cookies, cakes, and pies...

Toya Mason had been fascinated with cowboys her entire life. To this day, the coolest gift she’d ever been given was her first pair of cowgirl boots. Funny how she could still remember the day like it was yesterday, instead of wa-a-a-ay back on her fourth birthday....

It’s time for me to go. Kenzie stared drearily at the pair of shiny silver hard-cover suitcases she’d dragged out from the closet, wondering why she wasn’t happier about the thought of finally being able to return to New York. The suitcases were unzipped and lying...

Lane Westfield was tired of people telling her what she could and could not do. She was tired of the stereotypes, and tired of hearing how badly she was going to turn out if she didn’t go to college. Their warnings rang ominously in her ears: Cheerleaders are dumb...