Blurb:

A fox can set many traps to catch his target—but this one only needs one to catch his.

Dominic “Bull” Walker is used to the simpler things in life. Give him his own land to work, a strong horse, and twelve hours of daylight, and he is a contented man. But when someone threatens to take away the successful ranch that took him two years to rebuild, he’ll accept any help he can get to defend it.

Mandel “Fox” Tucker is a sixth-generation SWAT soldier. It’s embedded in his bones to protect and serve his community. So when he gets word of the vandalism occurring on the Walker Ranch, he quickly volunteers the free time he has, thanks to his recent suspension.

The brief visit Fox had with Bull four months ago had been a contentious—but powerful—encounter. Therefore, he’s not surprised when he shows up on his doorstep unannounced and has to pull out some of his best tricks to get past the six-foot-four, stubborn Texan.

Fox is only there to safeguard what’s most important to Bull. But being on the ranch brings an awareness to him that he embraces with both hands. Nature, peace… love—things he never found in the city.

Excerpt

Bull stomped across the hardwood floor and into the kitchen. “So where is he, huh? Shouldn’t he be investigating the crime scene, so he can go?”
His father turned and stared at him as if he’d lost his damn mind. “Boy, hold your horses. He’s been here five minutes, what’s the matter with you?”
Bull felt as if his ribcage was taking a battering. He tried to calm his pulse, his chest heaving with each forced breath, “Fox needs to get on with it.”
“I already got his room made up, I'm sure he'll be right back down,” Amelia added as she pushed her sheet pan full of sectioned-off pieces of dough into the oven. She wiped her hands on her apron and spun in a circle, little tendrils of gray and sandy brown curls falling around her bright face as she fussed about their impromptu company. “Please be nice to him, Bull. With that attitude of yours, you’ll make Fox feel about as welcome as an egg-sucking dog.”
“He’s staying here,” Bull bit out.
“He insisted,” his father said.
I bet.