Oops I Fell For The Cowboy Next Door

I didn’t move to Grizzly Ridge to start a war with my neighbor.

I moved here to start over. New job, new cabin, new life in a mountain town where nobody knows my name or my history. Quiet.
Simple. Mine.
Then I meet the man on the other side of my fence line.
Tate Rawlins is six foot two of weathered denim, calloused hands, and a scowl that could curdle milk at forty paces. He’s been ranching this land since before I signed my lease, and apparently my property line cuts through something he considers his — a creek access he’s been using for his cattle for the last decade.

He wants me to move my fence.
I want him to stop walking across my yard like he owns it.

He says I don’t understand how things work out here. I say he doesn’t understand the word boundary. He calls me stubborn. I call him impossible. He shows up at my door at six in the morning to argue about water rights and I’m standing there in a T-shirt and bare legs and the look on his face tells me this fight stopped being about the creek a long time ago.

I should keep my distance. He’s rude. He’s territorial. He’s the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.
He also fixed my porch step without being asked. Left firewood on my doorstep when the temperature dropped. And last night, when I couldn’t sleep and sat outside watching the stars, he was on his porch too — watching me like I was the only thing on this mountain worth looking at.

I came here to build a life on my own terms.
I didn’t plan on him being part of it.
But the way he says my name — low, rough, like it costs him something to admit he knows it — I’m starting to think the best things are the ones you never plan for.

Oops I Fell for the Cowboy Next Door is a steamy standalone enemies-to-lovers romance featuring a grumpy, territorial cowboy who doesn’t share his land or his heart — until the stubborn, sunshine woman next door makes both impossible to keep. No cheating. No cliffhanger. Guaranteed HEA.