Love in San Soloman Series by Denise Wells

What was I supposed to do? ​ Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart. Again. ​ My besties were floating on the sexual equivalent of cloud nine with their respective soul mates. My crazy, surrogate, Jewish grandma was drinking all my wine and sharing all my secrets. ​ You would have done the same. ​ Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma'am... moreWhat was I supposed to do? ​ Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart. Again. ​ My besties were floating on the sexual equivalent of cloud nine with their respective soul mates. My crazy, surrogate, Jewish grandma was drinking all my wine and sharing all my secrets. ​ You would have done the same. ​ Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma'am. Beckoning me with those dark-brown eyes I caught starting at my tits, and a body I wanted to climb like a tree. ​ I knew in time he'd either lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I'd pull a Trevor and break his. ​ Looking back, one thing is for certain, I don't regret a damn thing. less

Best reason to go stag to a wedding? Single women looking for a hookup. And I’m just the guy to provide it. For one night only. I rarely do repeats. Now, excuse me while I grab the attention of the sexy, bourbon drinking brunette sitting alone at the bar. I have plans for us for the next twelve hours or so, before I move on. Because the last thing I need is a relationship. So, imagine my surprise when I find myself asking her to move in with me the same day we meet... moreBest reason to go stag to a wedding? Single women looking for a hookup. And I’m just the guy to provide it. For one night only. I rarely do repeats. Now, excuse me while I grab the attention of the sexy, bourbon drinking brunette sitting alone at the bar. I have plans for us for the next twelve hours or so, before I move on. Because the last thing I need is a relationship. So, imagine my surprise when I find myself asking her to move in with me the same day we meet. What the hell just happened? less