Page 89 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

But does she look happy? Also yes.

A big, glowing, bright red yes.

Now, Jezebel’s story is slightly different.

She owns a drive-in movie theater and is as cool as they come. She’s got this soft-spoken vibe, but don’t be fooled.

She also happens to be psychic and one of her “gifts” is she can communicate with ghosts.

Like actual spirits.

Which sounds awesome in theory. Until you realize those spirits have opinions and are invasive as hell. Turns out Jez has to wrangle them like spectral toddlers on Halloween.

Lucky her though, her mate is part Hellhound who actually does a fine ass job of protecting his mate and policing the wraiths who constantly bug her.

And Avery?

She’s the most human of them all.

No shifting.

No tail and wings.

No spectral tagalongs.

But she’s raising Rosie—a teeny tiny little Bear Shifter. Avery’s baby is Dante’s daughter in every way that matters, even if she’s not his by blood.

After watching that kid shift from a cub to her human self and back again, I have to tell you, I’m in awe.

Avery didn’t know her baby was a Shifter. But lucky for her, Dante was there to lend a hand, er, claw.

Anyway, the woman runs her very own teddy bear ER right next to the bakery in town. And cool as that is, it’s how she handles all this so easily that she has me wanting to wear a pin with her name on it.

Go Av, go!

She just handles all this stuff like she was born to be in this world.

I know it might seem really superficial, but the thing is, their mates? The men who make up the Motley Crewd Ranch?

Well, they’re all supermodel hot.

I mean, to me, no one can compare to Kian. He is exactly what my dreams are made of. Big and broad with whiskey eyes and a crooked smile that melts my panties right off.

The man is like a gift made special for me.

So, what stuns me most about this trio of amazing women is gonna seem dumb.

But, well, they’re all curvy.

Like, real-deal, full-bodied, gorgeous women who flaunt it, own it, and never shrink to make room for anyone else.

And their men? They worship them. Every single one of these women has a look of supreme happiness on their faces.

Wow. It feels like I’ve finally stepped into a room where I’m not the odd one out.

No one’s comparing pant sizes or cutting me off mid-sentence to talk about their keto smoothies.

They laugh.

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