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I crave her scent. I can’t stay away. Nothing can keep me from claiming the new waitress at the diner. Except for her other mate, the scent match I didn’t know existed. He’s a stranger to me and our pack, but now we must work together.

She’s the law in town. Holds the handcuffs. The beautiful deputy can put them on me. Anytime. One look, and I’d do anything for the woman. Even help her break every rule she’s vowed to uphold. Because sometimes doing things wrong is the only way to make it right.

Hooking up with Quincy was a no-brainer. The sexy hot-shot Navy pilot wasn’t on my SEAL team. I thought she’d be safe for a one-night stand. I realized too late she wasn’t a one-and-done for me. But now she thinks I’m a player. Okay, she knows I’m a player. Which is why she won’t go there with me again. Quincy’s on my team. We live in the same bunkhouse. We’re friends. I don’t want to screw that up. Being near her is pure torture. I don’t know how much longer I can last Before I risk the biggest mistake of all—losing her.

In Wyoming, we’re the law. We keep the pack’s secret—and our wolves—safe from our neighbors, the ranchers. Then we meet her. The one we’ve been waiting for. Our mate. Only she’s a rancher—the nemesis of our pack. Worse, she’s the daughter of a wolf hunter. When danger encroaches on her land, we’re sent to investigate. We want to protect her. To prove to her we’re exactly what she needs. But she may be part of an illegal operation. And now she knows we’re more than two rugged cowboys bent on making her ours, which means she could destroy not just us, but the entire pack.

I’m twenty-four, and ahem … inexperienced. When a blind date doesn’t change that status, Theo volunteers for the task. Who’s Theo? Just the guy I’ve been crushing on for six months. Yeah, him. Tall, broad, and handsome and gah, now he’s even got a beard! He’s diligent. Very focused. Skilled. And impossible not to fall for. Except he’s only up for a fun time. A wild romp or two. No way would he have any romantic interest in someone like me. Why would he? He’s an intense, brooding doctor—and, oh yeah, a billionaire—and I’m a goofy first grade teacher barely making ends meet.

Who wants a billionaire bachelor? Every single woman—and a few not-so-single ones. That’s why I avoid flings, relationships, or hookups. Until I’m propositioned to pretend to sleep with a woman. Pretend? As if. Because one look at the fiery redhead and there’s no faking it. I’m all in … her. Except she sneaks off after and I’m left with only her first name and panties. Turns out, finding her is the easy part. Making her mine? Impossible, once I discover she’s my student.

Everyone thinks I’m the disgraced cowboy. That means my cover’s working. The focus of my FBI investigation? North Wainright. I want her, and not behind bars. The closer I get, the more I learn about the woman I’ve decided is mine. When I find out what happened at Billionaire Ranch, I discover I’m not the only one hiding the truth. North also has secrets and they just might get her killed. How can I save her when she finds out I’m the biggest lie of all?

What’s worse than spilling coffee all over my billionaire boss? Accidentally emailing him my answers to a sex quiz. That was me. I did that. I might be a genius, but that was really dumb. I sneak into the office to delete it, but it’s too late. He knows my naughtiest fantasies. Instead of firing me, he wants to fulfill every one of them. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted: older, fiercely protective, and a possessive streak the size of Montana. But can he really want someone like me with a past full of man struggles and a head full of math problems?

I’m looking for Mr. Right. Date after blind date, they’re all duds. None of them meet the requirements on my Man List. Until Dex James. My brain? It says he’s all kinds of wrong. He’s young. In town on vacation. A lazy billionaire. He’d only be a fling. A muse for the spicy book I’m writing. Nothing more. My body? It’s telling me to jump that big piece of man candy. Check off guy-given O’s from the list with Mr. Right Now.

Women want me for my money. My name. I’m South Wainright and winning my heart means the keys to Billionaire Ranch. Getting in my bed’s one thing, but my heart’s off limits. Until I see her. The maid. She’s new to town. A beautiful mystery. Sweet, shy, and … not interested. For some reason, she doesn’t want a man with a fortune, which means we’re perfect for each other. I fall and fall hard. Except Maisey’s living a lie. She is a lie. Because after a lifetime of deception, I need the truth.

She’s a ball-busting businesswoman with a need for control. I’m a laid-back rancher. Who’s going to win this battle? Me. Yeah, I’m going to rule her world. I might be a billionaire, but I’m a Montana rancher through and through. I lead a simple, quiet life. I don’t care about contracts and mergers. Then why do I want the feisty, pint-sized lawyer from New York? She’s everything I’m not, a workaholic with something to prove. When I get her separated from her cell, her laptop—and her panties—she’ll see there’s more to life than the corner office.

She’s my best friend’s sister. Off-limits. Before he died, I promised I’d never touch her. After years in the military, I’m back in Montana determined to clear his name. No one’s hero. Just a mountain man. A mercenary set on revenge. Now, I owe it to my friend to protect his sister. Except being near her shreds my resolve. She tempts me at every turn. Each day is a brutal torment, and my honor and willpower…are about to snap.

It’s literally my job to make sure everything goes to plan. I’m really f-ing good at it. But when the beautiful coffee shop owner refuses a corporate loan to keep her business afloat solely because we had a slightly-drunk quickie, it makes me crazy. Insane. Frustrated. Turned on. Especially when I discover the stubborn woman chooses instead to be a cam girl to pay her bills. Of course, I step in, because: 1. I need to make this right. 2. There’s no way another man is going to glimpse one gorgeous inch of her. 3. It’s my fault.