Mud Season

Juniper McClaren flew to Montana to close an estate, not to fall in love with the man on the porch. Seattle litigator, eleven months unclaimed, twenty-one days to bury a grandfather she never knew — June arrives at McClaren Ranch in grey heels and a pantsuit and walks across thirty yards of April mud in her socks because the man at the top of the steps is not going to meet her halfway. Wyatt Reeves runs the ranch and fills a doorway. He keeps a list, in his head, of every small thing she pretends to know. For three weeks they fight about a cow and make up in a tack room. They kiss at a kitchen sink with grass still in her hair. He almost tells her what he wants, and she almost stays, and then a bank statement at the back of a mudroom cabinet blows it all apart. When she drunk-texts him I HATE YOU from an airport bar in a blizzard, he drives two hundred miles through a late-April whiteout to carry her home. Book one of Hailey Boone's Paradise Valley — for readers of Kristen Ashley, Maisey Yates, and Lauren Landish. Fun, hot, and honest about what it costs to let someone hand you the truth on a Tuesday.