I bet myself in a poker game-yeah, I know how that sounds. But I was desperate, and he was the only man at that table who scared me just a little. Maverick Quinn. The bad boy of the rodeo circuit. Gruff. Gorgeous. Dangerous.
And then he won me.
Only... he didn't touch me. Not even a kiss.
He said I needed saving-from myself.
But now he's offering me a job training his horse for the Olympics, and suddenly we're living under the same roof, sharing the same space, breathing the same air. And Maverick? He's temptation in a cowboy hat. Scarred. Brooding. Off-limits.
He says he can't love again. That his heart's already buried with someone else.
But the longer we're together, the more I wonder...
What if I'm the one who can bring him back to life?
A bad boy cowboy. A virgin barrel racer. Forced proximity. Emotional angst. All the feels.