Shyla Davenport

Emmy: I’d ended my summer with Nash Walker the sensible way: nice and casual, no hard feelings. Then a printing mix-up at Molly’s ranch wedding put us in cabin four with one queen bed. Nash offered to sleep at his aunt’s. I told him not to be...

Mae: I'd hemmed Jesse Ransom's clothes a hundred times. We'd known each other since we were nine. During one wedding-jacket fitting, my hand stayed on his wrist longer than the work required—and he noticed. He was my best friend, the man whose...

Dani: I'd recognized my peach tart across Cole Ransom's kitchen before I read the menu card. My business had been hired for dessert. His family had been hired for supper. I had every intention of keeping those boundaries clear, even when the bull...

Mara: I'd planned the perfect entrance through Moonhorn's flower field. Then Gideon Ransom moved my flag. As a wedding planner, I knew how to make a couple's day unforgettable. Working beside a stubborn bull shifter who had an opinion about every path...

Priya: I'd brought a drawing and a plan big enough to fill Moonhorn's reception with flowers. Ben Ransom heard the quantity I needed and said no. His fields were already promised to other weddings, and I had a commission to bring to life. Working out...

Nora: I'd known exactly how beautiful the photograph would have been. I'd also known Micah Ransom hadn't agreed to it. I stepped between him and a visitor's phone, only for him to see the camera around my neck and assume the worst. At Moonhorn,...

Lucy: I’d come to Spur Creek to start fresh, and I’d been telling everyone “I’m easy” since the day I arrived. Then my ex showed up at the welcome-week bonfire, still calling me Luce, still sure we were only on a pause. So I asked the quiet cowboy...

Tessa: I kept a laminated pool scorecard at the Spur Creek dance hall, and I was winning, seventeen to fifteen. Then Rhett showed up late because he’d stopped for cherry pie, and he took the stool I’d been guarding under my coat. Everyone wanted the...

Sadie: I’d had a crush on Wyatt Hale since I was eighteen, which is a long time to hide anything from your brother’s best friend. When the Bunkhouse wall needed repairs, I offered him the spare room across my attic landing anyway. I made rules: closed...