Crude by Sloan Storm

Hunky oil billionaire Colt Kincade demands I sell him my ranch. But I refuse, and he’s not happy about it.
Mr. Tall, Dark and Country thinks he can get whatever he wants?
Well, I’m not some social-climbing, gold-digging, moon-eyed-orbiter chasing after him just because he’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol. He may have tongues wagging all across the Lone Star state, but his charms won’t work on me.
I hate everything about him – his tantalizing Texas drawl, his swaggering God’s gift attitude, his soul-searing, come-and-get-it-girls stare.
And no. I don’t care that he loves dogs, his momma or his daddy’s dusty old pickup.
He’s trouble. Trouble I do not need. Besides, I’ve got problems of my own.
Broke? Yep.
Single? Sadly.
Desperate? Getting there.
The truth is, I’m running out of time, out of options, and out of hope.
I need the money he’s offering.
But even worse, my heart thinks it needs Colt, too.