Last Stand Saloon 4-Story Collection E-BOOK

Meet the Men of the Last Stand Saloon

This is a collection of previously released steamy short contemporary romances, complete with instalove and a guaranteed happily-ever-afters. If you're looking for a great lunchtime read, or something to spark sexy dreams before bed, you'll want to pick these up.

Round Up
Corey: Dawn's been my best friend since high school, the one constant in my life, and the only woman I've ever been myself with. She's also way out of my league, but I've realized over the last few weeks I love her. And while I don't want to lose our friendship, no other woman will ever come close, and I'll never be all in on a relationship while the what-if with Dawn hangs over my head. So I have to deal with the what-if.

Dawn: I've loved Corey since the ninth grade, only he's never thought of me that way. To him I'm one of the boys, and never one of the many bleach blonde bimbos he takes home from the bar… which is fine. I resigned to being his best friend, and nothing more, a long time ago. But now he's back after taking off for a few weeks—no note, no call, no text—and he's acting weird. Really weird.

Making Up
Max: We have a code word at The Last Stand Saloon—Red Sonja—and the guys know to send up the alert on any six foot tall redhead that enters my bar. Only this time when they call it, I'm not expecting the woman who broke my heart to walk in eight months pregnant with divorce paperwork in hand. Yes, we had an arrangement that did not include forever, but I mean to change her mind.

Sonja: I didn't mean to bring this—motions to very round belly—to Max's door, but he refuses to sign the divorce paperwork and we have to settle this prior to the big day. We had an agreement, and he never wanted a girlfriend, much less a wife, anyway. So, even though I loved him long before I wrangled him into this farce of a marriage, why won't he let me let him off the hook?

Cowboy Up
Troy: I did a damn good job of falling into obscurity two years ago, so I can't believe, of all the women to walk into the Last Stand Saloon, that it's her. I don't believe in coincidences, but I do believe in fate. And what could be more fated than the woman of my dreams walking into the one place outside of the rodeo circuit that has ever felt like home to me?

AnnaRose: He disappeared two years ago—not just from my life, but from everything and everyone. So when I showed up at a client's location, I had no idea he'd be here—and my professional bull rider wants to pick up where we left off, starting with a date. He already broke my heart once. Can I trust him not to do it again?

Giddy Up
Denny: I would never pick up a chick at the bar I manage security at, but it's my night off and I have nowhere else to go. So when a woman I've never seen before throws me eyes from across the dance floor, I have to at least buy her a drink. Could I really meet my angel in this place?

Vivi: This is my first child free weekend in over four years—my first chance to cut loose, drink, and dance my cares away—and although my friend is hell-bent on finding me a man, I refuse to believe the hot and broody bear of a man across the room could be interested in my mom bod.