I’m the face of professional bull riding—the golden boy. Or at least I was, until it all blew up in my face. Now my agent says I have to clean up my image, so I’m stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the rest of the season as my “full-time supervision.”

But I don’t need a goddamn babysitter, especially one with skin-tight jeans, a sexy smirk, and a mouth she can’t stop running.

A mouth I can’t stop thinking about.

Because Summer isn’t just another conquest. She sees the man behind the mask, and she doesn’t run—she pulls me closer, even when she shouldn’t.

She says this means nothing.

I say this means everything.

She says there are boundaries we shouldn’t cross. That my reputation can’t take any more hits—and neither can her damaged heart.

I say I’m going to steal it anyway.

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Acknowledgments

I think that writing a book about a little boy the same age as my own will always hold a special place in my heart. The countless notes in my phone about hilarious things he’s said over the past several months will certainly be kept for years to come.

And yes, he did in fact jump out to scare me and yell, “Chipmunks!” And no, I have no idea what was going through his head. But it was just priceless enough to be book worthy.

To my readers, thank you. You’ve all changed my life. None of this would be possible without YOU. So thank you for spending your precious free time reading my stories. For loving them, for sharing them, for blowing up my inbox with your sweet messages. I love you all.

To my husband, I’m writing this exactly three days before we leave for our “honeymoon.” We said we’d finally take a honeymoon when we made it to ten years, and here we are heading to Spain. Time truly flies when you’re having fun. Thank you for making me laugh every day—even when you piss me off.

To my son, chipmunks, baby. You crack me up. Spending time with you is such a blessing. I love you to the Venus and back.

To my parents, y’all told me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. Bet you didn’t think I’d be writing smutty books for a living, huh?

To my assistant Krista, thank you for listening to my endless voice messages. Thank you for petting my hair on down days. And thank you for keeping me organized. This release really is “our” release.

To Lena, when are you leaving your husband for me?