HW

Five feral women run Hellcat Ranch like Montana personally belongs to them. Five tattooed cowboys across the valley run Black Spur Ranch with only slightly better judgment. Somehow, despite living twelve miles apart, they’ve never met—until Vale Moretti-Silva and her girls heavy-walk into The Broken Saddle one Saturday night dressed in black leather, fringe and cowboy hats with exactly one objective: beat the shit out of the rodeo girls who’ve been talking mad shit about their ranch. Knox Callahan is sitting at the bar when Vale walks in. He looks like a Doberman, and takes approximately thirty seconds to decide the gorgeous Italian-Brazilian psychopath starting a bar fight might be the woman of his dreams. The attraction is immediate, the burn is fast, and soon Montana’s most intimidating cowboy is happily putting his head in Vale’s lap demanding scratches while she calls him baby. Unfortunately, Matteo Bellini already thinks he’s going to marry Vale, and Sloane Whitaker has spent years believing Knox belongs to her. Neither reacts particularly well when Vale and Knox become very obviously, very quickly obsessed with each other. And they’re only the beginning. Because somewhere between rodeos, cattle drives, bar fights, bonfires, jealous almost-lovers, stolen cowboy hats, drunken group chats and decisions that should probably require legal supervision, all five Hellcat women start falling for all five Black Spur cowboys. Ten ranchers. Five romances. Two delusional wannabe spouses. One Montana valley. And absolutely nobody has enough fucking bail money for this.