Four women bought a ranch because trusting horses was easier than trusting men. Seven years, several thousand acres and a multibillion-dollar equestrian empire later, Sable Whitaker and her three best friends have exactly one shared brain cell, hundreds of horses, absolutely no volume control—and a strict no-relationships policy. Then four ridiculously attractive doctors move to Hollow Creek looking for quieter lives. Instead, they find them. And these men don’t just fall. They fucking yearn. They’re jealous, nerdy, touch-starved puppy boys who bow their heads into their women’s hands, melt when their hair gets played with, praise like breathing and look physically heartsick whenever another man gets too close. They don’t want hookups or temporary romances. They want toothbrushes beside theirs, boots by the door, sleepy voices in the morning and seventy years of ordinary Tuesdays. Unfortunately, the women they’re hopelessly devoted to stopped believing in forever a long time ago. So between runaway horses, ranch disasters, four catastrophic slow burns and Sable discovering that one soft “Come here, handsome” can bring six-foot-four veterinarian Silas Mercer practically to his knees, Hollow Creek is about to learn something important: The only thing more stubborn than four women determined never to fall in love is four hopeless men already planning to spend forever catching them.
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