18+| 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀, 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙘'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨. With her thirtieth birthday looming, no romantic prospects, and a dream of motherhood slipping away, she's down to one last, desperate option: a decade-old pact made with her estranged childhood friend, Silas Beckett. There's just one hitch: Silas is now a superstar baseball player with a playboy reputation, and their friendship is a distant memory. Still, he agrees to their clinical, business-like plan: have a baby through fertility treatments, co-parent as best friends, and keep their hearts strictly out of the equation. But through sterile waiting rooms and late-night hormone shots, the old intimacy that once defined them rekindles into something deeper and far more dangerous. As the line between platonic and passionate blurs, their carefully constructed plan begins to fail in more ways than one. When they're left with nothing but failed treatments and inconvenient feelings, they have to face the fact that what they really want might not be a baby, but each other.

Dani's new relationship with Tristan and Alec is fragile, complicated, and built in the shadows. As she, Tristan, and Alec try to define what they are to each other, lies and manipulation close in from every side. Can they stay together against it all when their relationship is built on broken promises?

|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝