She came to foreclose on his legacy. He claimed her instead.
Ruby is a city-bred risk assessor with a dead GPS, a spinning rental car, and a schedule that doesn't account for acts of God. When a Wyoming blizzard buries her sedan in a snowbank, she is at the mercy of the very man she was sent to audit.
Beau is a mountain of a man. A seasoned, silver-flecked rancher who speaks in grunts and moves with the terrifying, inevitable grace of an avalanche. He has no patience for the bank, the city, or the girl in the pencil skirt shivering on his porch.
But when the power dies and the storm rages, the boardroom rules dissolve. Dragged into the freezing mud of a birthing barn, Ruby has to trade her stylus for obstetrical chains. There, amidst the blood and the steam, a shift occurs. Beau sees past the suit to the steel beneath, and Ruby witnesses the raw, overpowering competence of a man who wrestles nature with his bare hands.
Trapped in the isolation of the high plains, the cold is the least of their worries. The heat between them is instant, taboo, and dangerously rough. Beau doesn't just want to keep her warm; he wants to teach her exactly who owns this land—and who owns her.
Rough Stock is a high-heat, standalone age-gap romance featuring forced proximity, primal play, and a grumpy rancher who knows exactly how to handle a bratty city girl. Expect competence kink, snowbound isolation, and a Happily Ever After that hits harder than a winter storm.
