Wild Love: Scarlett is a free spirit in every sense of the word. She’s sexy. Chaotic. Used to getting whatever she wants. And right now? She wants me. The problem is that she only plans to be in our small town for a few weeks. She has no intention of putting down roots here or anywhere else. And she’s my best friend’s completely off-limits sister.

Wild Dreams: When I asked my sister's best friend to help me start a men's book club, I never expected to fall for her. But as the town sheriff, I’ve always kept my distance from relationships. My job is too demanding, and I couldn’t risk dragging someone into the chaos of my life—especially not a sweet, quiet librarian like her.

Wild Nights: Single dads don’t get to have many things to themselves. Which is why I greedily hoarded my, um, adult time with the sexy-as-sin tourist who stayed at my family’s ski lodge whenever she was in town. I didn’t even tell her about my son. And that was fine. Who had time for romance, anyway? Certainly not me. Then we got snowed in together right before Christmas and everything changed.

Wild Promises: I thought my best friend forgot about the marriage pact we made when we were kids. She didn’t. See, Tori needs to prove to her dad that she’s committed to staying in our small town and taking over his medical practice. What better way to do that than getting hitched here? It would benefit me, too. After all, proving to my brothers that I was committed to running the family business had become a struggle. So, I agreed to a fake engagement of sorts. And now, I’m in trouble. Big trouble.

Wild Hearts: I just found out I have a teenage daughter. I’m ready to do anything for her now that I have custody. But I need help. And under normal circumstances, I’m sure her social worker would be happy to provide it. Except her social worker is my first love. The one whose heart I shattered when I left our small town all those years ago.

Wild Desire: All I needed was some time to recover from the injury that sidelined my pro sports career and figure out my next move. I thought I’d get that in my small hometown. I was wrong. See, my family thought I needed a personal assistant. And they hired my old high school friend for the job. The friend I haven’t stopped thinking about—not once—since that kiss.