Montana Lone Rider

Caroline Douglas is a little lady. Her shoes are expensive, there are diamonds around her neck, and her dog is a pedigree. Jax knew she was going to be trouble the moment he saw the new lady boss running around the cornfields in high heels. He had a feeling about all the ways the woman was going to disturb his peaceful country life, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to touch, to kiss, and to lick. Something inside him howled like a wolf every time she was around.
The attraction between them was more powerful than a storm rolling down the mountains, but that didn’t make it right. Jax Maverick was not the man to offer promises of love and a happily ever after, and he could see in Caroline’s eyes that she needed all of that, so touching her was off limits.
…touching her was off limits.
…touching her was off limits.
That’s what he told himself over and over again, but it wasn’t enough to stop them from falling into bed together. Life became much more interesting after that. It became much more painful too.