My Cowboy Desires. The Reverse Harem Cowboy Series

Suddenly "hard labor" doesn't sound so bad. Cowboys. Everywhere I look. Big hands. Broad shoulders. Dirty smirks. And somehow I ended up with not one, not two, but three of them-thanks to the judge who decided a little community service would make me respectable. Good luck with that. I swear I'll do the bare minimum, keep my head down, and get through this. But between mud-soaked chores, stolen kisses, and nights that get way too hot under the stars? Resisting them isn't just hard-it's impossible.
I was told this would be punishment. Instead, it's barn loft hook-ups. and a pig with a real talent for cock-blocking. So call me reckless. Call me out of control. I call it the best mistake I've ever made.