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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes a brand-new cowboy biker series for fans of Hart of Dixie and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. When my fiancé leaves me because I can’t have children, I do the only thing I can think of . . . I run away to my family’s ranch in Idaho to hide from my feelings and nurse my wounded heart. I expect the comforts of home, the solitude of the mountains, and long horseback rides through the forest. What I don’t expect is my father’s new ranch hand. Declan Brewer. Tall. Dark. Rugged. And he looks just as delicious on a horse as he does a Harley. He’s got a wicked smile full of promises . . . Our chemistry is undeniable, and in one forbidden moment, we combust. But instead of burning out, our energy rages into a passionate inferno. Between bouts of pleasure in Declan’s arms and the laughter we share in his bed, he chips away at the armor I’ve erected around my heart. Declan is everything I’ve ever wanted, but I’m scared he won’t stay when he finds out the truth . . . I’m broken, and I don’t know if love will be enough.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes the second book in the Saddles & Spurs Series. \\Salem's Story\\ Cover & Blurb TBD

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes the third book in the Saddles & Spurs Series She’s a virgin who just blew up her entire life. He’s an ex-con cowboy biker who swore he’d never fall in love… until her. \\Poet’s Story\\

Don’t say her name. That was the one rule my bandmates followed, because they knew how much it messed me up to think about her, especially on tour. My ex, Nicole. The one who got away and the woman who still owned every piece of my heart. After our divorce, I threw myself into the rock scene, trying to forget my heartbreak. Three years after we split, a phone call from Nicole changed everything. She told me her grandmother wasn’t doing well. Mimi was still family to me, and she apparently had one wish before dying: to spend time with us—Nicole and me. With Mimi’s caretaker away on vacation, it would be the ideal time for us to move in with her for a couple of weeks. Of course, I couldn’t refuse. But there was a catch. Nicole apparently never told her that we’d gotten a divorce. She hadn’t believed Mimi could handle it, because her grandmother loved me so much. So, not only would I have to see Nicole again, but I’d be pretending to still be her husband. Two weeks in a tiny house in a small town with the woman who broke my heart. Or was it me who broke hers? It was complicated. And it was about to be a heck of a lot more complicated sharing one bed in the guest room with a woman who wasn’t mine anymore.