Take Me Wildman

Rosalie doesn’t see the dogs at first—she only hears the thunder of paws behind her as the desert night closes in. One minute she’s chasing a lead on her missing friend; the next she’s sprinting over rock and sand, lungs burning, certain the men hunting her have finally caught up.

What catches her instead is a wall of muscle and fur: a ring of trained dogs, teeth bared at everyone but her. And the man calling them off with a single rough word.

Beau walked away from sirens and blood-spattered pavement years ago. Out here on his Arizona ranch, it’s just him, his dogs, and silence that doesn’t scream back at him. Training animals is easy. People are not allowed past the gate.

Until a terrified woman stumbles onto his land with danger on her heels and stubborn fire in her eyes.

Every instinct he thought he’d buried comes roaring back. The cop. The protector. The possessive, unyielding male who makes a decision once and never looks back. He’ll shield Rosalie from whatever’s chasing her, lock down his property, and use every harsh skill he learned in the city to keep her breathing.

But protection has a price. The longer Rosalie sleeps in his bed and drinks coffee from his favorite chipped mug, the less he can pretend she’s temporary. She learns the names of every dog. She leaves her shoes by his door. She fits.

When the danger finally passes, she has a life waiting somewhere else. Beau has a fence line, a pack of dogs, and a choice: open his world to her completely, or watch the only softness he’s let in vanish back into the desert heat.

TAKE ME WILDMAN begins the saga of men who choose the wild and the women who make them reconsider just how alone they really want to be.