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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Beard on Tap

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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Excerpt 

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.