A sexy cowboy. Some racy photos. And an accidental hook up - or three - with his best friend's sister. There are four things that rule my world: Norse mythology, Marvel comics, horses, and dirty talk. Not necessarily in that order. When my brother signs me up for a new Bachelorette-style reality show centered around a female star looking for love with a cowboy (without my permission, I might add), I don't have a choice. It will be great publicity for the ranch. Or at least that's what I'm promised. Never mind that I'm not looking for love - and I'm especially not interested in landing a fiancee. What I didn't figure on is the show's photographer being Violet Brooks. Violet is my best friend's little sister. Did I mention he's the town sheriff? She's the same woman who left our small Montana town ten years ago and never looked back. The same woman I lusted after when I shouldn't have. And still do. So when the pre-show marketing photo shoot involves channeling my inner underwear model - with Violet as the photographer - I lose my shirt. My pants. And possibly my virtue. But it's worth it. As long as we don't get caught - because if we are, it's adios to the ranch. And as long as my heart doesn't get toss into the mix. Because what Violet and I have is only temporary while she's in town. Sounds easy enough. Right?