Page 1 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
KNOT YOUR PROBLEM, COWBOY
WILD HEARTS RANCH
I’m not staying.
But these three Montana cowboys might just change my mind.
I was matched once. An Alpha who promised me forever, who made me believe in all those things they say about true mates. And then I lost him.
After that, I stopped dreaming. Stopped hoping. I told myself some bonds only come once in a lifetime… and mine was already gone.
So when a surprise inheritance drags me from city life to a dusty ranch in the middle of nowhere, I plan to keep things simple. Sign the papers. Sell the land. Drive away and forget this place ever existed.
Then I meet them.
Cash. Walker. Ridge.
Three Alphas with stubborn streaks, patient smiles, and that maddening cowboy charm that makes me question every rule I made for myself. They’ve spent years building Wild Hearts Ranch into something solid, and the moment they catch my scent, they know exactly what’s been missing.
Me.
But I didn’t come here to stay.
And with my heat cycle closing in fast and no heat clinics in town, everything I’ve buried starts to unravel. I’m tangled in legal delays, family secrets, and a book club that gossips more than it reads. And those three cowboys? They keep showing up. In my space. In my thoughts. In my heart.
I promised myself I’d never need anyone again.
They’re not asking me to need them.
They’re asking me to belong.
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SOPHIA
Ishould assume the GPS is lying when it tells me to turn down a dirt road that looks like it hasn’t seen maintenance since the last ice age. But after six hours of driving in the Montana heat wave with a broken air conditioner and a car that makes more noise than a dying whale, I’m desperate enough to follow Siri into the gates of hell if it means finding civilization.
What I find instead is a massive bull standing in the middle of this narrow dirt road, staring at my rental car as if I’ve personally offended him.
The beast is enormous, all rippling muscle under a hide so black it seems to absorb sunlight. His horns curve wickedly, and his tail swishes from side to side.
“Okay, big guy,” I say through the windshield, as if reasonable conversation will work on a two-thousand-pound animal with an attitude. “I just need to get past you. Can you move?”
I squint into the distance and spot a weathered wooden sign that readsWild Hearts Ranch. Just beyond it stands a sprawling house—the kind you’d see in a Western soap opera, complete with a wide porch. Well, credit where it’s due, the GPS got something right. At least I’ve made it to the right place. That’s… something.
The bull snorts, drawing my attention back to him as he paws the ground, sending up little clouds of dust.
That’s when I honk the horn, and I regret it instantly.
The bull’s head shoots up. Eyes locked on me.
For one terrifying moment, we stare at each other through the windshield. His nostrils flare as he lowers his huge head.
“Oh, fuck!”
Then he charges.
I floor the gas pedal, hoping to swerve and speed past him, but the rental car’s tires hit the loose dirt and immediately lose traction. The wheel spins in my hands as the car fishtails wildly across the road.
