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Micah

She told one little lie. He’s about to make it real.

Micah Fiero didn’t come to Jersey Iron Ranch looking for trouble. He came to build an empire—champion bulls, champion bloodlines, and champion spunk.

The last thing he needs is Sloane O’Brien.

The curvy redhead owns Dry Creek’s newest bar, and she’s impossible to ignore. Sweet, stubborn, and entirely too good for a man like him.

But Sloane is the one distraction Micah can’t seem to quit.

So he watches.

Waits.

And digs.

Because that’s what he does best.

Then one night a few drunk customers push too far, and Sloane blurts out the last thing Micah expects.

That she already has a man.

And she points to him.

Protecting her means playing along with a lie. A lie that becomes a whole lot more when trouble rolls into town looking to collect on her brother’s debts.

Risky. Dangerous. Necessary.

The exact kind of mess Micah swore he left behind when he walked away from the battlefield.

But once someone threatens Sloane, no amount of common sense can stop Micah from claiming the only woman who’s ever made Jersey Iron Ranch feel like home.

Prologue 1-Micah

People think seed bull ranching is simple.

Feed the cattle.

Fix the fences.

Collect the semen.

Ship it.

Repeat.

They're wrong.

Every bull on Jersey Iron Ranch wears a GPS ear tag that reports its location every thirty seconds.

Every paddock has motion sensors.

Every barn is wired with thermal cameras that alert my phone before a water pipe freezes or a generator fails.

The cryogenic storage vault holding millions of dollars' worth of frozen genetics is monitored twenty-four hours a day by redundant sensors. If the liquid nitrogen level drops, the temperature shifts even a fraction of a degree, or a compressor hiccups, my phone starts screaming before anyone else knows there's a problem.

See, that’s what I’m good at.