The Wrangler and the Tenderfoot

She’s not a geologist. He’s not just a cowboy. And the land between their ranches is hiding something that changes everything.

Jennie:
I’m not here to fall for anyone. I’m here to find what the Colemans are hiding on land they don’t even own, build a case, and get out before anyone figures out I’m not the geologist I’m pretending to be. I’ve been undercover before. I know how to keep my head down and my cover clean. What I didn’t count on was Reid Coulter, quiet and immovable as the limestone ridges on this land. He knows I’m lying. I know what he is. We’re both sitting on secrets that should make this simple, and somehow it keeps getting harder to remember why I’m supposed to leave.

Reid:
She’s not a geologist. I knew that by the end of the second day, and I kept meeting her anyway, because my wolf had already made up his mind, and because whoever she really was, she looked up at a two-hundred-pound wolf in full charge and didn’t run. I’ve spent my whole life on this land, and I don’t let people in easily. Jennie Benson walked onto the neighboring ranch with a cover story and a sidearm and worked her way into my mind. Somewhere between the limestone ridge and the line shack and every conversation where she gave me something real without giving me everything, I stopped looking for reasons to keep my distance.
The Wrangler and the Tenderfoot is the second book in the Wolves of Maddox Ranch series and stands completely on its own. If you love slow-burn paranormal romance with real danger, a hero who’d move mountains and never mention it, and a heroine who’s the smartest person in the room and knows exactly how much trouble that is, Reid and Jennie are waiting for you in Hollow Ridge.