Stargazer Springs Ranch

My next big adventure is running a goat farm. I just need a few lessons from the grumpy cowboy who's been volunteered to help.Nearly the big 5-0, I decide it's time to put down roots, but life without adventure is no fun. So, I buy a goat farm.I anticipate smelly livestock and a steep learning curve because I've never owned even a parakeet, let alone a four-legged creature.What surprises me is the redhead-hating, built-like-a-linebacker cowboy who's supposed to teach me all about goats. He doesn't seem to like those either.He teaches me what I need to know, but even when I'm running things on my own, he keeps coming around.I fall head over heels. He just wants to be friends.How many stars do I have to wish on to get this guy to change his mind?

My blunder puts the local pastor at risk of losing his job. The least I can do is help clean up the mess . . . by marrying him. Still single at 50, I'm in shock that a dropped batch of lemon bars leads to a marriage proposal. Which is great and all except for the fact that it's for show.I'm a plump, middle-aged woman with a talent for cooking and baking, not anyone's idea of a wife. But Mad Dog needs me to marry him to suppress a scandal.Maybe now I can figure out how he got that nickname.My life won't change much. He'll live in my guest room, and I'll feed him delicious food and yummy desserts. And maybe do his laundry.But then shortly after the wedding, he asks me out on a date. What have I gotten myself into?

Holy hot flashes! This blue-eyed dream in a pair of Wranglers is the best-looking cowboy I've ever seen. Thankfully, I'm immune to his charms.After nearly 25 years as a trophy wife, my cheating ex dumped me for a younger woman.Now I'm starting over in a new place with a car, a piddly amount if money in the bank, and an exotic cat.Oh, and a ten-foot pole to keep between me and any man, even the good-looking, boot-wearing Texan who swoops in to help me.Yes, he makes me remember what it's like to feel something. But my heart is too brittle for romance.Every sassy comment I fling his way, he serves right back until I'm not sure if we're arguing or flirting.With him, I feel more alive than I have in years, but starting over means standing on my own two feet, not being swept off them.