Silver Star by Tory Palmer

It was supposed to be one night… And maybe a next morning.

The only thing the small town of Monroe has for me is bad blood, secret enemies, and even worse memories. And the only thing that might be able to pry me free are the three sexy former Spec Ops soldiers who’ve just blown into town.
I’m Samantha Reynolds. Sassy, take-no-BS owner of the Silver Star Saloon by night, and lonely ranch-owner by day. Not that I’m really doing much with that ranch, of course. It’s hard to even consider going back there, especially after I lost my parents to the car accident. Ranch, or no ranch, I always thought I knew what I wanted…
That is until Wyatt and Cole come strolling into the Silver Star. They’re like most others that belly up to my bar: just driving down that long highway of life, and passing through from one place to another.

But that’s where their similarities to my average customer ends!

Because when Wyatt’s old pickup breaks down on their way out, they return to the Silver Star to find themselves in the middle of an impromptu bar fight, courtesy of our local scourge of a biker gang the Iron Devils. It doesn’t take much for me to realize there’s far more to these two men than meets the eye.
And, not long after, I get some steamy, firsthand experience of just how right I am! Firsthand experience that lasts all night long, and into the next morning!
Things with the Iron Devils quickly escalate from one provocation to the next, and Cole and Wyatt call in their friend Dean. Before I know it, I’m Trinity Security’s newest official client, and I’m quickly falling for my handsome soldiers.

Not just one of them, either. No, it just HAD to be all three.
There’s only one problem… Well, more than one, if you bother to count all the people trying to kill me.
But only one really important problem…
All three of my guys are leaving town when this job is over!
Now, even if we manage to make it out of this alive, I’m staring down the barrel of my time with Wyatt, Cole, and Dean being nothing but a memory. A few days of pure, unadulterated bliss that will be as much in my rearview as Monroe is in theirs.

Unless, that is, I make some hard decisions. Or, I manage to convince my three handsome, ex-Delta Force soldiers that something, or someone, in Monroe is worth staying for.