Hank Patterson refuses to let his buddy Jake slowly kill himself with alcohol. Hank’s plan to expand the Brotherhood Protectors into Colorado will only work if he can hire the best men for the job. He wants Jake, and sends fellow Coloradan, Kujo, to pull Jake out of an alcohol-induced haze to work for the team. Hank’s contact has a place they can set up operations while flying under the radar—a flailing dude ranch, run by a former Marine Gunnery sergeant and his feisty daughter.

Former SEAL and shining Hollywood starlet struggle against their burgeoning desire while trying to stay alive in the crosshairs of a murderous stalker. Hank "Montana" Patterson never thought his call to duty would force him to leave his band of brothers in the Navy SEALs to return to the family ranch in the foothills of Montana's Crazy Mountains. News that his father was shot sends him rushing home. His forever-belligerent father refuses his help, insisting Hank find the person who shot him.

Loner Boone Hendrix left the military with ghosts that haunt him. He lives with his dog Atlas on a farm in Vermont. Alone. Just the way he likes it. Until he rescues a half-drowned, beautiful brunette from his river. Gemma Newhouse is the daughter of the richest man in America, and from the abrasions on her wrists and her drugged state, she’s on the run from someone dangerous. She’s nothing like Boone expected—sweet, smart, and likes baking—and she ignites a fierce need inside him.

When their father disappears into the Crazy Mountains, the McKinnon boys rally. Angus McKinnon, the oldest son, leaves the elite Delta Forces, returns to Montana, and takes up the reins on the family ranch. The last person he expects to run into is the beauty who broke his heart. Bree Lansing promised to wait for Angus, but a violent confrontation with her stepfather left her no choice. She had to leave. Later, she learned her stepfather had died in the same barn where their fight occurred. Bree is afraid that if she returns to Montana, she will be charged with his murder.

Owen Cullen was a dream. Not a dream come true though, because I’d never dared to dream. He was my wildest fantasy, a hallucination, a delusion. The handsome man who’d saved my life—twice. He was a real-life hero, and I was...what was I? Filth, that was what I was.