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When life gives you lemons…freeze them. They hit harder and leave bruises. For one brief, beautiful moment, I had it all—my degree, a wealthy Alpha, and a bright future. The next, I was sabotaging our bonding ceremony to teach my cheating ex a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. Throwing up the middle finger, I ran as far and fast as my pitiful broken heart could carry me. That was six years ago. Now, the charming small town of Darling is once again home, and the Slick & Saddle Saloon is going to be mine.

I ain’t no buckle bunny. Sugar, I’m the one looking for a buckle bronco. Welcome to Darling, where the cowboys are hotter than blazes and one-night stands have a way of catching up to you. I’m JJ Wilde, Queen of the Rodeo. Or at least I was, once upon a time. Then life happened. In a crowded bar, drunkenly rushing into heat, I saw him—tall, dark, and Alpha. One night—that’s all I asked for. Now, here I am, four years later, a single mom, being courted by a wealthy older pack, putting in the work to make it back to the top, and somehow still pinin’ for the one that got away.

I can’t say I don’t deserve the penalty time. I’ve been keeping secrets, huge ones, from those closest to me. I mean, sometimes a girl just needs something that’s solely hers. Something she can hold close to her heart or, more accurately, her greedy little Omega pus… Well, you can probably read between the lines—something is more like someones.

This Omega doesn’t do drama, drugs, or hockey players. The first two for obvious reasons. The last because I don’t shit where I eat. As the daughter of the Phoenix Heat’s owner, I know better than to dip my toes into that particular pool. The league is way too small a world, and I am a drama-free zone. When my daddy strongly suggests (read: insists) I come home for a visit, how can I say no? But without my besties by my side, there’s no one to stop me from making an epicly stupid decision when I discover the Heat’s captain in a compromising position.

Meet cutes and roses aren’t my jam. Give me a hot Beta, no promises, and an orgasm any day. Unfortunately for me, I’ve been assigned a new project at work—a daily romance column where I’ll be forced to give advice to eager readers searching for their one true love. This Omega has two options: take the job and impress my boss, or kiss my transfer to Arizona goodbye.