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In Briar Creek, Texas, there’s three things folks don’t mess with: a man’s land, his family, and another woman’s cowboy. Apparently, nobody told {y/n} about that last one. Wylie Colter is twenty-seven, six-foot-three, and about as much trouble as a man can fit beneath a cowboy hat. He’s Briar Creek’s favorite bull rider, a notorious heartbreaker, and the kind of man your mama warns you about twice. He’s also gettin’ married in three weeks. To Gemma Nash, no less. The richest, prettiest, most spoiled little princess this side of Texas. Only trouble is, Wylie ain’t marryin’ her for love. He’s marryin’ her because her daddy’s got the Colter family ranch wrapped around his little finger, and money talks louder than any promise Wylie ever made. Then along comes {y/n}. One wrong pickup truck, one handsome cowboy, and a whole lot of bad decisions later, she’s tangled up with a man who kisses her goodnight but won’t acknowledge her come Sunday morning. Behind closed doors, he calls her sweetheart. Out in public, he’s somebody else’s fiancé. And when another bull rider starts spending time with {y/n}, Wylie suddenly has plenty to say about who she’s keepin’ company with. Bless his heart. Because Wylie Colter might belong to Gemma Nash on paper, but his heart’s fixin’ to cause one hell of a scandal. And in a town as small as Briar Creek? There ain’t no such thing as a secret that stays buried forever.

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The Rusty Spur was packed wall to wall, the air thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the twang of a steel guitar. Neon signs buzzed over the dance floor, casting red and blue light across a sea of cowboy hats and swaying bodies. Outside, the parking lot stretched out beneath a hot Texas night, crowded with lifted pickups and dusty trailers, the occasional whoop from the bar cutting through the low rumble of diesel engines.

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