A Contract in Boots and Heels
Lacey Swells

Don't come down here from your glass tower in Dallas and expect me to roll over. You want me to do the unthinkable? Marry you, just because my father asked? Absolutely not. I’m a rancher. I deal in cattle, not corporate manipulation. But the moment Charlie Sinclair walks into my world—with her heels, her attitude, and her damn contract—I know I’m in trouble.
Charlie
I negotiate for a living. I close impossible deals. And I care deeply for Tom, the man who gave me a shot when no one else would. So if marrying his arrogant, infuriating, frustratingly hot son for a year is the only way to protect what he built—then fine. I’ll do it. It’s a contract. A formality. I can handle Jamie Carter… If everything’s spelled out in black and white, what could possibly go wrong?