She didn't mean to summon a cowboy...

Celia

All I wanted was one private summer solstice ritual in a quiet field of daisies. Yes, I was naked. Yes, technically I was trespassing. And yes, Trevor found me before I found my shoes.

He says I'm his. He says we have a future to discuss. He also says the best way to honor the solstice is to let him put a baby in me and marry me before I can overthink it.

I should probably be more alarmed by that.

Except Trevor is big, bossy, protective, and somehow exactly the man I would have imagined if I'd actually gotten around to casting a love spell.

Trevor
I was looking for a missing cow and found my wife first.

Celia was kneeling in a field like some kind of innocent little pagan offering, and I knew two things immediately. One, she was trouble. Two, she was mine.

She thinks this might be her magic gone awry. I think fate finally got tired of waiting for me to leave the ranch and dropped my woman right in my path.

Now I just have to convince Celia that I'm not under a spell, she's not temporary, and the little farmhouse by the north fence is the perfect beginning of our forever.

Welcome to Haven County! Where all sorts of people and romance tropes intermingle. Their stories are all short steamy reads, and you can follow along in order or read by genre:
Pink: Single Dads
Red: Vampires
Green: Shifters
Blue: Ridgeline Security
Brown: Cowboys
Black: Aliens
Gold: Law Enforcement
Teal: Billionaires
Steel: Fang MC