Branded Mountain Heart

Four generations of Brants have worked this ranch. Eight hundred head of cattle, six hundred acres, and a sunrise that reminds me why I never left. I don’t need anything else.

Then my sister hires a “brand consultant” to modernize our image.

Lena Cordero shows up in heels and a sundress, takes one look at me covered in dust and sweat, and says, “Don’t clean up. You’re perfect.” Then she points a camera at my face.
I don’t want a brand. I don’t want a website. I sure as hell don’t want this loud, laughing, curves-for-days city woman following me around my property asking me to “act natural.”
Two weeks. I can survive two weeks of Lena in my guest cabin. Two weeks of her stealing my flannel at dawn, arguing over coffee, making my dogs love her more than they love me.
She came here to build my brand. But watching her mouth while she talks with her hands about “visual storytelling”? Something possessive takes root in me that has nothing to do with cattle or land.
When I’m done with Lena Cordero, the only name she’ll want on her is mine.

Branded Mountain Heart is a sizzling mountain man rancher romance featuring a stubborn cattleman who doesn’t want to be seen, the bold photographer who can’t stop looking, and two weeks of forced proximity that brands them both. Guaranteed HEA with no cheating.