Fall WithThe Mountain Man Cowboy

I don't do festivals. I don't do strangers with cameras. And I sure as hell don't do women who show up during the busiest three weeks of my year and start photographing my ranch like it belongs to them.

Travis Keller has run Keller Ranch through every season since his parents handed him the reins. Fall means cattle moving, hay stored, fences mended, and a hundred things that go wrong between the first frost and the first snow. He doesn't have time for the Grizzly Ridge Harvest Festival, the tourism board's publicity campaign, or the photographer they sent to capture "the authentic Montana autumn experience."

But Sienna Welles isn't interested in staged shots or pretty postcards. She's in his pasture at dawn catching the light through the cottonwoods. She's at the bonfire with cider in her hand and firelight in her hair, talking to his horses like they invited her. She smells like woodsmoke and apples and she looks at his land the way he does — like it's the most honest thing she's ever seen.

She grew up on a farm. She knows what fall costs a man. She knows what it gives him, too.

I told myself she was temporary. Three weeks and she'd be gone, back to Portland with her camera bag and her deadlines, and my life would go back to the way it was.

Quiet. Steady. Empty.

Then she walked into my barn during the first real storm of the season, soaked through and laughing, and I stopped pretending I wanted her to leave.

She thinks she came here for the photographs.

She's going to leave with something she can't fit in a frame.

Fall With The Mountain Man Cowboy is a steamy standalone autumn romance featuring a territorial cowboy who doesn't have time for distractions and the warm, stubborn photographer who becomes the only thing he can't look away from. Harvest bonfires. First frost. Flannel stolen straight off his back. No cheating. No cliffhanger. Guaranteed HEA.