Wild Hearts

Ex-navy SEAL Hunter McCabe has two missions: Stop a deadly embezzlement scam and win over Petra Bailey, his target’s niece.

When I fled Arizona, I knew keeping a low profile was the only way to stay off my crooked ex’s radar. Which means no dating, no deep friendships, no sticking my neck out. So it’s completely wrong that I not only let a handsome, rugged stranger kiss me in a crowded bar, but that when he and his friend become my new bosses, I change from a hardworking, respectable teacher into a needy, desperate mess.

When mountain rescue technician Cooper McCabe helps a pretty stranger fix her busted wheel at a remote mountain trailhead, what starts as something casual turns deadly when Sarah becomes the object of a sinister plot. Cooper must choose between protecting her, or protecting his heart.

I definitely shouldn’t be thinking dirty thoughts about Darcy Reyes, and I definitely shouldn’t have kissed her. But Darcy’s no longer that pesky schoolgirl with a crush on me. She’s grown into a gorgeous young woman with luscious curves and perfect lips I could kiss for days. When she begs me to be her first, saying yes is a terrible idea. I’m definitely not that guy. I’m too rough for a sweet thing like her, too bossy. She’s also completely off limits—her dad is like a father to me, taking me in when nobody else would.

I definitely shouldn’t be thinking dirty thoughts about Darcy Reyes, and I definitely shouldn’t have kissed her. But Darcy’s no longer that pesky schoolgirl with a crush on me. She’s grown into a gorgeous young woman with luscious curves and perfect lips I could kiss for days.

Attending my best friend Noah’s wedding last summer was both the best thing and the worst thing to ever happen to me. The best was meeting Cora Tucker, Noah’s feisty little sister. That night we danced, laughed ourselves silly, and shared our dreams. Though we both knew it was just friendship, our chemistry crackled like a lit fuse. Not kissing her was the worst thing that could have happened to me. That and saying goodbye.

I’m not in the habit of kissing strangers, especially sexy ones. But when my jealous ex comes looking for me, fake-flirting with a handsome city slicker seems like the perfect solution. If only the stranger’s kiss didn’t leave me panting, and if only I hadn’t ended up agreeing to be a tour guide for him and his best friend. I don’t have time to coddle two clueless billionaires in the wilderness, not when my family’s land is being threatened by a shady development scheme. I need all my energy and resources to fight.