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Mountain Men of Caribou Creek: The Ashburn Brothers #1

Riley

I kissed my brother’s best friend when I was 15, right before he left for basic training. He didn’t kiss me back. Fourteen years have gone by since I’ve been home. I heard he’s back but haven’t wanted to face him. But when my grandma fractures her ankle and needs in-home physical therapy, I can’t say no.

Caribou Creek is too small to avoid running into Zac Ashburn. Especially since my brother works at his brewery. He’s even hotter and more tempting than I remember. It doesn’t matter that I’m dealing with my own mini life crisis. I know my heart is in trouble. Stupid heart.

Zac

After I served my time in the Army, I moved home to help my brothers take over the family brewery. My life is quiet and simple, just the way I want it. Until Riley Kohl comes back to town and shakes up my whole world. My buddy’s little sister is an all-grown-up knockout.

We were friends once, and I want that again. Problem is, I want more. Much more.

LANE

Harrison Brothers in Alaska #1

Kiera

I worked three jobs to save up enough money to join my boyfriend in Alaska. But when I show up a week early to surprise him, I’m the one who gets the real shock. I find him in bed with another woman.

Heartbroken and too broke to fly home, I apply for a job at a hunting lodge instead. I might be in over my head, but it has nothing to do with the strenuous workload.

My boss is the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want him bad. But unless I can convince him I’m more than some spoiled city girl, I don’t think I stand a chance.

Lane

When my brothers and I inherit our uncle’s hunting lodge, we thought we hit the jackpot. Hunting, fishing, guiding, trail rides—all that we can handle. But since none of us know a thing about running a lodge, I’m split way too thin trying to keep up and also build my cabin.

When Kiera answers the help wanted ad, I think she’s going to be more trouble than she’s worth. But I’m unable to tell her no. This could be a problem—a big problem.

Everything about her keeps me awake at night. It doesn’t take long before I realize I have to make her mine.

COLT

Wilder Brothers Rodeo #1

Sonya

I’ve just had the worst day! Flat tire, spilled coffee on my new dress, and oh yeah, I got laid off. Since do-over’s aren’t really an option, I put my bestie in charge. I love her, but what was I thinking?

The rodeo is in town the same weekend as a romance novel writing convention. Before I know what happens, she’s dragging us into a private rodeo tour and giving us both pen names. We don’t write romance novels. The non-rule breaker in me is itching to run before we get caught.

Until I see who’s leading the tour. I’ve never seen anything hotter in a cowboy hat in my life. I might be in trouble.

Colt

I’m a Wilder. Just like my brothers, the rodeo is my life. I’m one of the top ranking bull riders, but I want to be number one. I don’t need distractions. Most women can’t handle the lifestyle, so I’ve sworn them off.

But I get roped into leading a private tour for romance writers--don’t ask. I’m used to the attention, and I’ve learned to smile for the camera and tune the rest of it out.

Until I see the curvy beauty in the stands. I’ve never read a romance novel in my life.
But now I want to create one, with her.

“Grandma
Hattie, I know you’re not trying to climb those stairs.” My grandma, the
most stubborn woman in the entire state of Alaska, freezes. Her injured leg,
still wrapped in an ankle boot, hovers above a narrow stair. One I clearly
remember forbidding her to climb only yesterday. Just as I’ve reminded her
every day for the past week. “Whatever you need, I can go upstairs and grab it
for you.”

“I want my
quilting room,” she huffs, lowering her booted foot to the floor. “Can you
bring that to me?”

I close my
eyes, focus on my breathing, and count to ten. I’ve dealt with my share of
ornery patients, but she’s really taking the cake. Why didn’t I consider her
capacity for spunky hostility when I agreed to oversee her in-home rehab?
“We’ve discussed this. Those stairs are too narrow. You can’t make it up there
without tilting your ankle. You know. The one you fractured. Are you trying to make it worse?”

Her stern
expression softens, as does her tone of voice. “I haven’t been up there in two
weeks, Riley.”

“I can bring
some of your quilting supplies downstairs,” I offer.

“It’s not
the same.” Grandma Hattie’s nearing eighty-five, but until she slipped on some
wet gravel while wrangling a fish at the creek, no one would’ve guessed it. My
grandpa is the first to tell anyone that she’s a self-sufficient woman who
insists on doing everything herself.

Her stubborn
pride is the same reason she refused to stay in Anchorage or Fairbanks for
physical therapy.

She’s
reminded me at least a dozen times since I temporarily moved into the guest
room that she’s lived in this house for fifty-five years and has no plans on
leaving. And because grandpa loves her so much, he’s not the best candidate for
overseeing her rehab. He’d let her get away with murder.

It’s why I
volunteered to come home after nearly a decade away.

Well, not
the only reason.

I push away
the worrisome thoughts. They’ll haunt me plenty enough later tonight when I’m
lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Right now, the most important item on my
agenda is to figure out how to deter Grandma Hattie from her mischief without
it requiring constant supervision. Or an ankle monitor.

“Is it the room
you miss?” I ask, glancing up the staircase staged along the back wall of the
living room. It leads to only one room, and that’s Grandma Hattie’s quilting
room.

“I need the
ambiance to finish the baby blanket for Huck and Penny.”

At the
mention of my brother’s name, an idea pops into my head. “What if I switched my
room with the quilting room? That way your room would be on the main floor.”

Grandma
Hattie’s eyebrows draw in and her expression screws up, like I might’ve just
suggested she paint the living room logs pink. She hates pink. The room
at the top of the stairs has been her quilting room ever since I can remember.
“What about the view? And the lighting? You can’t bring those down here. I can
manage these stairs—”

I bolt in
front of her so quickly she doesn’t have a chance to plant her good leg on the
bottom stair. “Not a chance.”

“You’re
lucky your grandpa’s still at work—”

“Hattie,
what’re you up to now?” The sound of Grandpa Harold’s voice is music to my
ears. He looks tired from another day at the shop. He retired a decade ago, but
he refuses to admit it. He likes tinkering with cars, ATVs, and machinery. The
guys enjoy his company and appreciate his expertise. I imagine it brings him
the same joy that quilting brings Grandma Hattie.

“I want to
get up to my quilting room. I need to finish my grandbaby’s blanket.”

Grandpa
drops a hand on her shoulder, then looks to me. My heart melts at the sheer
love in his eyes. He’d do anything for Grandma Hattie, and probably has over
the six decades they’ve been together. “Still too early for stairs?” he asks.

Huck and
Penny just announced that they were expecting last week. I bite down on my
bottom lip, trying to swallow my frustration before I speak, hoping my tone
betrays none of it. I know he means well. “The stairs are too narrow. It’s not
safe right now. If they were wider—”

“I’ve
climbed these same stairs for fifty-five years,” Grandma Hattie snaps back, the
exasperation in her tone hinting that she might be near throwing the white flag
in this fight. For now. But one night of rest and she’ll be back at it again. I
have to get this handled tonight. It can’t wait.

“I suggested
we switch her quilting room and my room,” I explain to Grandpa. “I was about to
run down to the brewery to see if Huck can stop by after work. I’ll need help
to move the heavy furniture.” If I thought a text would be enough to get my
brother here, I’d try that. But he’s stubborn and thickheaded. Not to mention
totally in love. I’ll have to do this in person so he understands the seriousness
of the situation or he’ll blow me off.

When
thoughts of Zac Ashburn drift in uninvited, I try to push them out. But it’s
not so easy. He’s Huck’s boss. It’d be impossible to talk to my brother and not
run in to his best friend. I made up my mind when I bought the plane ticket
that I’d be avoiding Zac as much as possible during my stay. So far, I’ve been
successful. The last time I saw him, I was fifteen and planted a wet one right
on his lips. Spoiler alert: he didn’t kiss me back. In fact, he looked downright
mortified. His expression is forever burned in my brain.

“I can help
you,” Grandpa offers.

I wish I
could take him up on his offer, but he’s not quite fit as a fiddle anymore. And
some of the furniture is crazy heavy. I don’t need two grandparents down for
the count. “I know you can, Grandpa. But someone needs to keep an eye on our
wild child. She’s out of control today. Maybe you could take her out for a
drive or something?”

Grandma
Hattie flutters her eyelashes at Grandpa, feigning innocence. I know he doesn’t
buy it, but he plants a kiss on her forehead anyway. Damn them and their
cuteness. I’d kill to find someone to spend a lifetime with. Someone who’d look
at me like I hung the moon in their sky, even when I’m a hundred. But when it
comes to men, I have a knack at picking all the wrong ones.

“Hattie, you
might like your quilts down here for a change. A different view could give you
more…inspiration.” Grandpa’s always had a way with words. He can get through to
Grandma Hattie like no one else can. He looks back to me. “Why don’t you go see
if you can grab Huck. I’ll keep my sweetheart out of trouble. I’m craving a
piece of Rose’s blueberry pie.”

I don’t dare
waste a second, even if the thought of seeing Zac Ashburn again after all these
years makes me excited and nauseous at the same time.

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