Walker Hills

Firstly, let me make this clear: I didn't come here for drama. I came here to escape, to unwind, to relax in paradise. This place is meant to be everything epic the world can offer. A ranch, run by hot, tattooed mountain men, that has been made into a retreat. An escape from the world, from all the stresses of daily life. We're the first group to camp hot stuff, and for what seems like the shortest time, it's bliss. Until a body shows up. Murdered. And now my little vacation has turned into a murder mystery. With hot men, a camp full of nerds, and a whole lot of unanswered questions.

Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

I don't know whose wise idea it was to send us on this retreat. I don't need rehabilitation. I don't need a bunch of hot cowboys telling me what to do. I don't need anyone trying to be my friend. I just want to go home and put this nightmare behind me. I just spent a year in prison for something I didn't do, now I have to endure this? I can't deny that the ranchers are gorgeous, and Lake is unlike any man I've ever met.