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Brazen

Brazen

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WOLF RANCH - 12

PACK RULE #12: ALWAYS SATISFY YOUR MATE.
The beautiful single mom has a secret. 
It's not why she walked away from an IndyCar pit crew job. Or the reason she chose Cooper Valley when she could work anywhere in the world.
It's that her five-year-old son smells like a wolf. 
My alpha wants to know what she might be hiding. I don't care about that. 
My wolf made the call: She's my mate. That means the pup is mine too, blood or not.
Except I've got a rep as the cockiest, most brazen rodeo player in three counties. She takes one look at me and decides I’m good for exactly one thing. Fine by me. I'll take it.
We strike a bargain: I'm the only one who gets to touch her. 
No labels. No strings. Just heat, and as much of me and what I can give her. 
Every night I have her, I'm winning. Every time she lets her guard down, I'm in a little deeper.
She thinks I'm too young to want forever. She's about to find out exactly how wrong she is.
She's mine. The pup's mine. And I don't intend to let either go.

This reverse age-gap blue collar romance features a young, cocky rodeo star who is over-the-top possessive and protective of the feisty single mom who is his fated mate. No cliffhangers or cheating. HEA guaranteed.

Main Tropes

  • Shifter Cowboys
  • Single Mom
  • Sex Bargain
  • Reverse Age Gap
  • Fated Mate
  • No Strings Attached

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SAM

The delectable dark-haired mechanic—the female fate sent straight to Cooper Valley just for me–was freaking out.
I didn’t blame her. The boy was obviously her son, based on their shared hair color and vivid blue eyes. There was nothing but concrete for him to fall on, and he was human. Breakable. A fall like that could kill a kid.

If he were a shifter pup, I wouldn’t give it another thought. But a human? Fuck.

“JT, don’t move. Just hold on, okay?”

While I could tell she was trying to stay calm, I couldn’t miss the way her voice shook with anxiety.

I quickly scanned the surroundings to figure out how he got up there. The stack of tires to the shelving unit and then maybe a big Tarzan-like jump?

“You stay here,” I told her. “I’m gonna climb up and get him.”

“What?” Her startled eyes met mine for a second before returning to watch her son.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” I reassured her. “JT, little man, do what your momma says and sit tight, okay?”

“Okay,” JT replied, but didn’t seem the least bit afraid. In fact, he was swinging his little sneaker-clad feet back and forth.
Unlike Clio. The scent of her fear pushed my wolf into overdrive. Why?

Because this human was my mate. One look and I knew I wanted her. One whiff of her cinnamony scent beneath the engine grease and my wolf knew.

Clio the mechanic was mine.

I’d met my fucking mate. The woman of my dreams. I wanted to bite her and fuck her and mark her and make her mine. But first, I had to take care of her son.

My new son.

Because if Clio was mine, this monkey of a boy was mine, too.

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