Hard to Hold

✔️ Starting Over

✔️ Epic Love Story

✔️ Love Everlasting

✔️ Family Saga

✔️ Small Town

Wolfe Caine and his cousin Lynx know the small town of Embers Ridge like the backs of their hands. They grew up here, started more than their fair share of trouble on these back roads. They’ve been called wild, untamable, even crazy at times. And they’re okay with that.

Settling down has never been in Wolfe’s plan, but that was before they caught his eye. As far as Wolfe’s concerned, the two of them together … that’s his greatest temptation.

Getting close to either of them is difficult. But when Wolfe gets them both in his grasp, he’s determined he’s going to hold on, no matter how hard that proves to be. 

What was the saying? Hell in a hand basket?

Yep. That was exactly where this night was going.

And fast.

Wolfe Caine had felt the prickling at the back of his neck as soon as he stepped into his favorite watering hole half an hour ago. That itchy feeling got worse when his cousin joined him a few minutes after.

Never failed that when the pair of them got together, the shit tended to hit the fan. What it was about them that made stupid cowboys want to throw down, Wolfe didn’t know, but it seemed he couldn’t spend a Friday night out without getting his knuckles scraped a little.

But he wasn’t bitching about it. Sometimes, after busting his ass all damn week, a little scuffle was just what his inner redneck needed.

“Y’all wanna do this?” Lynx growled, his intimidating glare causing the two smartasses to puff out their chests.

Yep. And that was Lynx for you. The man had never met a ranch hand he didn’t want to punch.

“Son of a bitch,” one of the old men sitting near the back grumbled. “Why the hell do you dumb fuckers wanna start shit all the goddamn time? You ain’t learned your lesson yet?”

That was the question of the hour.

He knew the old man wasn’t talking to him and his cousin. Shit. Just a few minutes ago