The only thing worse than letting him in is the thought of letting him go.

Jackson

If there's one thing I don't need upsetting my quiet and comfortable routine in the small town of Darling, Montana, it's newcomer Ash Alcott crash landing on my family's ranch like some sort of blonde angel.

I don't need his flirting. Or his smile. I don't need the way he makes me question whether or not I'm truly happy being alone at forty. I certainly don't need to be giving him riding lessons or appreciating the meals he cooks for the ranch.

The man is dangerous for my equilibrium. And he could up and leave at any given moment, tiring of this way of life. It's happened before.

No, I'm better off ignoring the way he looks at home in a new pair of boots and how my family and the ranchers all adore him. Ash may have brought some sunshine into our lives, but it's best he learn sooner rather than later…

Ain't nothing sweet about being saddled with a cowboy like me.

Waking up married is bad enough. Having feelings for my husband? Pure disaster.

Teddy

I wasn't looking for attachments. I certainly wasn't looking to get drunkenly hitched to my coworker's best friend, the very man I've been denying an attraction to for over a year.

The thing is Kipp is gorgeous and kind and a self-proclaimed mess, and now that we're married—and living together—all I want is to take care of him.

But Kipp is only just learning about his submissive side. It doesn't matter how good he is for me. It doesn't even matter that he turns to putty every time I call him doll.

He's not mine to keep. Our husbands-with-benefits relationship is temporary, and once we get divorced, everything will go back to the way it was. Kipp and I may have shared our I dos, but let's face it…

Falling for the man who wears my ring would only end in heartbreak.

What more could an exhibitionist want than a willing voyeur right next door?

Emil

I like being watched. I'm not ashamed of it, nor my job at Elite 8 Studios where fans know me as Felix. But when my newest costar turns out to be the very same neighbor I've been giving private shows to through the window, I'm thrown for a loop.

Christian is gorgeous—a toppy femboy with a love of skirts and belly chains. He's every bit the Vixen his moniker would suggest. Yet, for whatever reason, he seems enamored with me. We're quickly thrown together to pilot a series of live stream videos, and our chemistry is off the charts.