It’s all fun and games until the cowboy wants to ride away. The most amazing guy sweeps into my life when I need him most, and I don’t want him to be the one who got away. As a bonus, he’s extremely photogenic even if he is a bit reluctant to let me snap his picture. My engagement is through the roof whenever he shows up in my feed. Because who doesn’t love a man in Wranglers? I’m hoping for a happily-ever-after, but then Grayson becomes distant. Social media will have to take a back seat while I figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it. Because the only way I want him riding away is with both of us on that horse.

The one who got away was here all along When I’m abandoned at a party and find myself in a vulnerable situation, a stranger rescues me. I want to thank him, but I have no memory of his face, only a text telling my housemate that he’s a cowboy with a pretty face. That’s not a lot to go on. I’ve build him up as a fantasy in my head, but when a flirtatious ranch hand makes his interest clear, I have to choose between clinging to a memory, one that’s fuzzy at best, and embracing the present. A real-life cowboy is better than a dream. Right? What if I’m wrong about that?

Tall, dark, and . . . does not fit with my life plan. When my dad marries into this incredible found family, I make lots of new friends. I’m strangely infatuated with one of my hunky new friends. And his kid is adorable too. Watching him with his son makes my heart flutter. Who knew single dads could be so sexy? But it’s easy to keep our relationship in the friend zone because 1) he isn’t interested and 2) he lives in Texas and I’m in New York. I love my life in the big city. Moving isn’t in my plan. The trips back to the ranch are just for fun. I like spending time with him, but it doesn’t mean I’m falling in love.

I only saw him as my best friend’s little brother . . . until I married him. Getting pregnant before the wedding wasn’t my plan, but surprise! Then my fiancé (correction, ex-fiancé) tells me to take care of the problem. And that’s how he becomes my ex. But being a single mom in this small town won’t be easy. Maybe not even possible. I’m a large animal vet. It’s not like I can take my baby to work with me. Then my best friend’s younger brother drops to one knee and proposes so that I won’t be a single mom. After hours of pondering, I accept Parker’s impulsive proposal. Romance has never been part of our relationship, but he treats me better than anyone I’ve ever dated. He’s caring, protective, and more than a little good looking. Way more than I deserve. But I really didn’t think about the day-to-day of married life. Or what it would be like to see him without a shirt all the time. He’s no longer the scrawny kid who liked to tag-a-long. He’s a full-grown cowboy and quickly becoming my best friend. (Well, my other best friend) Just when I think maybe a happily-ever-after is possible, tragedy strikes. Now that there's nothing to save me from, I have to let him go. But walking away from my knight in shining armor will absolutely shatter my heart.

I’ve been avoiding my ex. More like hiding from him, but that’s just semantics. But hiding isn’t possible now that he’s my new neighbor. We dated all through high school, but then the day after graduation, I ended things, which I know broke his heart. But at the time, I thought I was making the best choice. Now I regret it. Actually, I’ve regretted it for a while. Pretty much since the day we said goodbye. As much as I want to apologize and make things right—if that’s even possible—I’m afraid to face him. And telling him why I broke up with him will crush him. Clinging to the old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I spend an entire night making his favorite cookies. Apologies go better with cookies, I think. At least I hope so.

A cowboy. A cactus. And my eight-year-old daughter. That’s how I end up having dinner with the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. My relationship history is a trail of horrible mistakes. Well, two, but they were really big. Now I’m a single mom, and I have no plans to date. But since my daughter has decided that Anderson is the best thing since sliced bread, I feel the need to spend time with him to know if he’s a good guy. One dinner turns into two, and he helps me move. Then I kiss him. One kiss turns into two, and I agree to date him as long as we keep it a secret because I don’t want my daughter to know (or be disappointed if I find I’ve made another mistake). But keeping secrets in a small town isn’t always easy to do.