Big & Rough Alpha Cowboys Series by Sara Hazel

I'm done. Finished. Five years since that bull shattered my body and ended my career, I've been nothing but pain and regret wrapped in broken bones. Then she walks into my study. Sage Wilde—all sunshine curls and dangerous curves, hired by my daughter to write the story of my glory days. But this woman doesn't want to hear about my championships. She wants to know about now. About the man I've become since everything fell apart. She asks questions that crack me open... moreI'm done. Finished. Five years since that bull shattered my body and ended my career, I've been nothing but pain and regret wrapped in broken bones. Then she walks into my study. Sage Wilde—all sunshine curls and dangerous curves, hired by my daughter to write the story of my glory days. But this woman doesn't want to hear about my championships. She wants to know about now. About the man I've become since everything fell apart. She asks questions that crack me open. Looks at me like I'm still worth something. Touches me like I'm not just scars and surgical steel. At fifty, I thought I was done feeling anything but pain. This soft, sweet woman half my age proves me wrong with every breath, every glance, every innocent brush of her fingers that sets my blood on fire. I should send her away. Should protect her from the wreckage I've become. Instead, I'm going to claim her. Mark her. Show her exactly what this broken cowboy can still do when the right woman makes him remember he's alive. She came here to write my story. Now she's going to live it. I came to Texas to write a book about a legend. Duke Ironwood—rodeo champion, larger than life, untouchable. What I find instead is a man carved from shadows and stubborn strength, held together by pain and sheer will. He's twice my age, gruff as winter, and so damaged I can see the cracks in his armor from across the room. Everything about him screams danger—from his eyes to the way he moves like every step costs him. I should keep this professional. Should ignore the way my pulse races when he says my name. Should definitely not notice how his massive hands make me wonder what they'd feel like mapping every inch of my inexperienced body. But Duke Ironwood sees straight through me. Past my good-girl facade to the woman who's been waiting her whole life for someone to make her feel truly alive. He wants to show me things. Teach me things. Claim things no man has ever touched. I came here to capture his story on paper. Instead, he's about to write himself all over my skin. And I'm going to let him. less

When a curvy photographer shows up on Christmas Eve to take pictures of my grandfather's old train maps, I never expected to get snowed in with her—or to fall this hard, this fast. I'm a rancher who keeps to myself. My grandfather's old caboose is my sanctuary—a place where I can breathe, think, and be alone with the maps and memories of the past. Then Maple Matthews shows up. She's all wild curls, confident curves, and a smile that lights up the prairie winter... moreWhen a curvy photographer shows up on Christmas Eve to take pictures of my grandfather's old train maps, I never expected to get snowed in with her—or to fall this hard, this fast. I'm a rancher who keeps to myself. My grandfather's old caboose is my sanctuary—a place where I can breathe, think, and be alone with the maps and memories of the past. Then Maple Matthews shows up. She's all wild curls, confident curves, and a smile that lights up the prairie winter. She only needs a few hours to photograph my grandfather's railroad maps. But when a blizzard hits and the door latch breaks, we're trapped together for the night. In the glow of the potbelly stove, with snow piling up outside, everything changes. She sees past my rough edges to the man I've been hiding. And I see a woman who makes me want things I thought I'd given up on—connection, hope, forever. By Christmas morning, I know the Maple Matthews isn't just passing through my life. She's the destination I've been searching for all along. One night. One bell. One chance at love. Christmas Eve should've been drive to a remote caboose, shoot some vintage railroad maps, and head home. But nothing about Dane Donovan is simple. He's all brooding intensity, calloused hands, and a quiet strength that draws me in from the first moment. When a winter storm traps us together in his grandfather's converted train car, I discover the man behind the walls—and he's everything I didn't know I needed. One broken door latch. One potbelly stove. One night that changes everything. Dane makes me feel seen, desired, and cherished in ways I've never experienced. And as the snow falls and the fire crackles, I realize I'm not just capturing moments anymore—I'm living one. By the time Christmas morning dawns, I know I'm not leaving my heart behind when I drive away. Because Dane Donovan isn't letting me go anywhere without him. Some connections can't be explained. They can only be felt—and celebrated. An intensely sizzling instalove Christmas romance featuring a confident curvy heroine, a protective cowboy hero, snowed-in forced proximity, and a love that defies all logic but feels completely right. less

They call me "The Mountain" because I’m six-foot-five of bad attitude and silence. I’ve spent a decade building walls and pushing people away, but there’s one distraction I can’t the curvy, sunshine-bright baker who runs the shop in town. I’ve spent months watching her from the shadows, craving a taste of her sweetness but knowing a man like me would only ruin a girl like her... moreThey call me "The Mountain" because I’m six-foot-five of bad attitude and silence. I’ve spent a decade building walls and pushing people away, but there’s one distraction I can’t the curvy, sunshine-bright baker who runs the shop in town. I’ve spent months watching her from the shadows, craving a taste of her sweetness but knowing a man like me would only ruin a girl like her. When a freak ice storm traps Audra on my ranch, covered in a cloud of flour and looking like a beautiful, chaotic catastrophe, my control finally snaps. She thinks she’s "too much" for a man to handle, but she’s the only thing I can see. I don't just want a weekend—I'm keeping her. I’m a territorial man who doesn't know how to be a gentleman when it comes to her. We’re going to need a mop to clean up after this one. I believe in two buttercream frosting and true love that feels like a punch to the solar plexus. Unfortunately, I’m currently zero for two. I’m used to men treating me like a "comfortable habit" or a secret they’re a little embarrassed to keep. I’m tired of shrinking myself; I want someone who is obsessed with every single one of my curves. Then I met Dylan Buckley. He’s massive, intimidating, and looks at me with an intensity that makes my pulse jump. When I’m stranded at his ranch by a violent storm, I expect a grumpy host. Instead, I find a man who claims I’m his and refuses to let go. I came to the ranch to cater a party, but I might just be leaving with a permanent place in the Mountain's bed. ******. Alpha Dylan is a possessive, "touch her and you die" cowboy. Curvy Audra is a confident, sunshine baker who loves her body. Instalove A high-steam, "trapped together" romance with a guaranteed HEA. No Just pure, obsessive devotion and a very happy ending. less