Spurred

Tamsin Wilde arrives at Spurred Ridge Ranch with a short contract and a bag of specialized tools. She is supposed to spend four weeks bringing a high-value stallion back to full strength after a tendon injury. What she finds is Declan Crowe—thick, scarred, blue-gray eyes, and a voice that sounds like it was scraped across gravel. He owns every acre of the place and has never liked outsiders on his land.

The first afternoon in the barn she is already wet. The second night he has her bent over a hay bale with his hand in her hair and his c**k buried so deep she forgets how to breathe. He does not ask permission twice. He does not apologize for how rough he is. He maps every soft, heavy curve of her body with callused hands and a filthy mouth, talks her through every orgasm in a low, unbroken stream of dirty praise, and keeps coming back after the work is done.

They f**k in the stall aisle after the hands have left, in the cab of his truck while the rain hammers the roof, against the kitchen counter of the ranch house, on the porch at midnight with only the wind to hear her. Oral. Vaginal. Anal. He takes her hard and slow and then hard again, never pretends it is casual, and never once suggests she should leave when the month is up.

Tamsin came for the horse. She stays for the man who owns the ridge—and who has decided the curvy, copper-haired specialist belongs under him for as long as she can take it.

Explicit, continuous, and unapologetically filthy. A standalone MF erotic romance for adults who like their ranch heat high, their dirty talk honest, and their endings thoroughly claimed.