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Single Mom. Victim. Small Town Girl.
Those are just a few of the names I’ve been called.
Divorcee
That poor girl
Are just a few others
But when Burke storms into Emerald Creek all blond hair and perfect smile, he sees something else.
Smart.
Beautiful.
Interesting.
When he lays those blue-gray eyes on me, I feel like that woman
And worse?
Despite my past, despite my better judgment
It makes me want to love him.
She has no idea how amazing she is
And that’s its own kind of aphrodisiac
Shayna is superhero and she has no clue of her power
For some reason I want to be the man to show her
Most women are all about what they can get from me but Shayna doesn’t want anything.
Except my body.
She’s making me work for it and I am so willing to put in the work
Because she’s worth it
Because despite everything, I’m starting to fall
Hard.
A cheating ex.
A backstabbing former bestie
A roommate situation straight out of hell.
Moving to a small town wasn’t on my BINGO card, but it suddenly made perfect sense.
One dart aimed at a map, and I landed in Mustang Prairie.
Turns out, small-town America isn’t all tractors and apple pies.
Now I’ve got silver-haired ladies showing up early to my dance class, a solid new crew of friends, and the hottest man I’ve ever seen—who just so happens to live next door.
He’s short.
He’s rude.
He’s grump AF.
And somehow, he’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
We’re both battle-scarred
Both running scared
Both a little bit broken
Is this thing between us real enough to heal us,
Or will we end up running…again?
Wanderer. Lover of books. Romance author. Vegan. Those are just some of the things used to describe me! When I’m not spinning tales of small town and contemporary romance, I love to travel, cook and watch/listen to true crime, history & strange documentaries and podcasts. I’m a Chicago native who has been in love with books for as long as I can remember.
My first book, Conflict of Interest was published in 2014 and I’ve been writing books ever since! I’m a full-time writer and part-time author, traveler, vegan blogger and obsessive fan of Dawson’s Creek.
Welcome to Barren Hill—where the rolling Hill Country hides more than just breathtaking views. In this small town full of big hearts, grumpy yet irresistible men find unexpected love with spunky heroines in stories brimming with warmth, healing, and second chances. From wounded warriors to everyday heroes, each contemporary romantic short by Willow Sanders delivers swoony moments, small-town charm, and emotional depth. These bite-sized reads are perfect for devouring in a single sitting.
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She fell into a ravine. He caught her—and never let go. Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for.
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Copyright 2025, Willow Sanders
“Fuck. Hello? Ouch! Motherfucking dick waffle!”
Usually it was songbirds and toads that greeted me, not a foul-mouthed woman.
“Hello?” she called again. “Please tell me those are human footsteps crunching on the gravel. Though it would totally be my luck if I met my demise being some bear’s post-hibernation meal.”
“Do you always talk to yourself?” I called into the air.
“Oh, thank god. Hi! I honestly thought I was going to die down here.”
Down. As in the ravine. Hell’s fire, she was in the ravine.
“Do I need to call an ambulance?”
“No, I’m okay. I think I twisted my ankle though. I tried to stand on it a second ago and it was not having it.”
I shot a text off to Emmett to keep him on standby, then climbed down.
Her smile when I got to her exploded in relief.
“Yoga pants and flip flops?” I helped pull her to a stand. “Did you get dropped on your head? What makes you think that is acceptable attire for these trails?”
“Excuse me?” she shoved away, nearly losing her balance until I caught her. “Was I dropped on my head?”
“There are snakes out here,” I pointed at her toes. “You startle them, they’ll be revoking your birth certificate.”
She was already pretty pale, but at the mention of critters her face blanched to near white.
“You miss the mountain signs all over town? Ski in the winter, hike in the summer? What part of the word ‘mountain’ implies you can skip around here in those?”
“We gotta get some ice on that.”
“After you just insulted my intelligence, do you honestly think I would have any inclination to accept help from you?”
I extended my hand. She stood there like a damn flamingo. I lost the last shred of patience I had and scooped her up.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She kicked in my arms like a wet cat. My palm had strict directives from my brain to stay right the fuck where it was tucked beneath her knees. The yoga pants she wore had to have been painted on her body, because every curve brushed against me like she wore nothing at all.
“Are you insane? What kind of a person just picks someone up without their permission?”
She pitched her fit all the way to the top. Thankfully, The Old Lady was less than fifty meters from the ravine. She’d get over it real quick.
◆ Finn ◆
Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.
♥ Gemini ♥
All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
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