I’ve crushed on my brother’s best friend since I was twelve. He never gave me a second glance until I was dared to kiss him. The following summer, we drunkenly hooked up at my brother’s wedding. Finding out he had no memory of our night together made it my dirty little secret.
I spent years avoiding him, but then he shows up at my goat farm needing a job and place to live after his fiancée calls off their engagement. Reluctantly, I agree to give him a chance.
But that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy on him.
Keeping things strictly platonic between us, I suggest he date again to get over his ex. When he needs a plus-one, I offer to be his wing woman.
After a night of drinking, I stupidly confess the reasons guys keep breaking up with me and he offers to help me instead.
Lines blur when “just roommates” turn into roommates with benefits, but I’m still determined not to let him break my heart a second time.
Even if it seems inevitable.
This book is up there as one of the hottest I’ve ever read, knocking off trope after trope and driving me absolutely wild. I could’ve read another 200 pages and still not had enough. Yes, the spice and kinks were that good, but as a lover of the written word, I also crave a solid plot, and thank goodness this one delivers. Brooke Montgomery finds that perfect balance between dirty talk, emotional depth, and small-town charm.
Posey is a goat farmer and entrepreneur on her family’s ranch in Willow Branch Mountain. She’s fierce, independent, and a little chaotic in the best way. She’s also been crushing on her brother’s best friend, Silas, since forever. But it’s their complicated past that drove them apart—a drunken hookup at her brother’s wedding that Posey thought Silas didn’t remember. And that alone shattered her completely. She spent years avoiding him, burying the hurt deep enough to convince herself she’d moved on.
“You ruined all other men after you moved on without me.”
Fast-forward to now: Silas’s fiancée calls off their engagement two weeks before the wedding, leaving him jobless, homeless, and humiliated. His best friend and meddling wife (in the best possible way) arranges for him to stay, and work, at Posey’s goat farm. Cue all the delicious tension that comes with forced proximity, unresolved feelings, and a decade’s worth of pining.
“I may not be a true cowboy who’s worked countless hours under the sun, trained horses, or hand-milked goats for years, but I could effortlessly kneel between your thighs for hours without breakin’ a sweat and still have the stamina to make you finish five times before coming up for air. I may not be good at plankin’ or downward dog, or hell, even horseback ridin’, but I’d fill you so goddamn deep, there ain’t any amount of stretchin’ that’d prepare you for the positions I’d put your body in. In fact, you’d be the one walkin’ funny the next day.”
Posey doesn’t make things easy on Silas—at all. If he wants a second chance, he’s going to have to earn it, one goat stall at a time. She puts him through his paces from the moment he sets foot on her farm, handing him the dirtiest jobs and watching with barely contained amusement as he learns the hard way that mucking stalls isn’t for the faint of heart. Between dodging hooves during milking sessions and trying not to ruin his city-boy charm, Silas quickly realizes Posey runs her world with grit, spunk, and a wicked sense of humor.
But Posey’s not done yet. She signs him up, without warning might I add, as a demonstrator for her twice-weekly goat yoga classes, and watching this rugged, brooding man try to hold a plank while a baby goat hops onto his back? Comedy gold. Even Marjorie, the matchmaking ghost haunting Posey’s cottage, can’t resist getting in on the fun, making her opinions known in her own mischievous way. It’s all part of Posey’s perfectly petty, slightly chaotic plan to remind Silas who’s really in charge, but beneath the teasing, there’s something softer beginning to stir.
“She’s picking up the pieces without even realizing she’s doing it.”
Because for all their bickering and playful one-upmanship, there’s no denying the spark that still burns between them. The chemistry is undeniable. It’s playful one minute, scorching the next, and every accidental touch, every loaded glance, feels like its own kind of foreplay. When they finally stop fighting what’s always been there, it’s explosive in every sense of the word. But what makes it even better is the trust underneath it all: Silas learns to lean on Posey as she helps rebuild his confidence, and she finally lets herself be cared for in the way she never knew she needed.
“She’s the sweetest habit I’ve ever tasted, and I’m already greedy for another hit.”
And then there’s that moment—the one where their tension finally breaks, and the truth of just how well Silas knows her comes out. When Posey admits her struggles in the bedroom, he doesn’t tease or shy away. Instead, he listens. He’s patient, careful, and determined to show her that pleasure doesn’t have to come with pressure. The way he talks her through every moment—reassuring, guiding, utterly focused on her—turns something physical into something achingly intimate. It’s not just about the heat (though there’s plenty of that); it’s about trust, vulnerability, and the quiet power of being truly seen.
Silas gives Posey the safety to let go, and in return, she gives him the confidence to believe he’s enough—something his past relationship had stripped from him. Their connection goes beyond lust; it’s emotional, grounding, and deeply human. Brooke Montgomery captures that beautiful duality of passion and tenderness so well that by the time they finally give in, you’re not just fanning yourself, you’re also rooting for them to heal together.
“We have insane chemistry, and I fully trust him to make me feel good, but I’m still not 100% convinced he won’t break my heart a second time.”
And Silas? Top-tier book boyfriend energy. He’s gentle, patient, quietly swoony, and thoughtful in all the little ways, like warming up Posey’s comforter before bed. Being taken care of is something Posey never knew she needed, and Silas makes it look effortless.
Take My Love was my first Brooke Montgomery book, and wow, what an introduction. I came for the heat and ended up staying for everything else: the humor, the heart, the found-family feel, and the characters who felt so vividly alive. The balance between emotional depth and pure, unfiltered spice was flawless, and I loved how seamlessly the chaos of the farm, the meddling ghost, and the deep, slow-burn love story all worked together. If this is what Brooke Montgomery delivers, consider me officially hooked.