Rope Me, Cowboys
Coyote Ranch Book 1
by Alexa B. James
Genre:
Contemporary Reverse Harem Rom-Com
Contemporary Reverse Harem Rom-Com
Three sexy cowboys. One mishap-prone virgin. What could go wrong?
To avoid a public scandal after a night of too much tequila, senator's
daughter Amber Durant agrees to disappear for three months.
daughter Amber Durant agrees to disappear for three months.
She thinks she's going to babysit her new stepfather's three sons on his
ranch in Wyoming. Turns out, they're all grown up. In all the right
ways. But she can't have any of them, because they're her stepbrothers.
ranch in Wyoming. Turns out, they're all grown up. In all the right
ways. But she can't have any of them, because they're her stepbrothers.
It's going to be a long three months.
***This is a book one (of 4) in a slow-burn reverse harem contemporary
romance series, suitable for ages 18+***
romance series, suitable for ages 18+***
I
STUMBLED off the tiny plane that had
flown me the last leg of the trip. The turbulence had been so bad I thought I
might get sick. The nausea had passed but now my legs felt rubbery, and I was a
little dizzy as I descended the shaky ladder towards the ground. It definitely
did not feel sturdy enough to hold the guy who was waiting to come down after
me, and I was fairly certain it hadn’t passed FSA inspections.
I
exhaled in relief when I made it to the ground. A gust of October wind swept
across the tarmac, bringing with it a dry chill that felt somehow wild and
spooky. I shivered as I wheeled my suitcase across the tarmac towards the glow
of the airport, which was really just a hangar. The night around us was
so…black.
Beyond
the airport, I could see everything and nothing at once. No tall buildings
obscured the view, but then, no lights lit it up, either. There were a few
small buildings, and houses in the distance.
The air
smelled so clean and fresh that I kept inhaling until I got even more dizzy. I
stopped myself, because I really didn’t want to pass out on the expensive shoes
of my mother’s new husband’s old wife.
Gripping
the handle of my suitcase as another gust of dry, cold wind whistled across the
tarmac, I hurried forward. Something about the place made me want to run, as if
something were going to jump out of the dark and chase me.
Get it
together, Am, I told myself. I wasn’t seriously afraid of the dark. Except, it
never really got dark in New York, so how would I know?
I
reached the airport and went through, got the rest of my luggage, and pulled it
outside. A single bench sat off to one side, but most of the airport appeared
deserted. I glanced along the lane that ran in front of the building. The
nosepicker was jumping up and down on the bumper of a minivan while his family
loaded in suitcases. A little closer to me, a beat up old red pickup sat
idling. And against that leaned the hottest guy I’d ever seen.
He
gazed out into the night from beneath the brim of a cowboy hat. His dark lips
moved slightly as he chewed on the end of a piece of dry grass. He was tan and
tall, with broad, sculpted shoulders shown off to full advantage by a plaid
shirt with the sleeves torn off. He’d left his shirt untucked above a pair of
jeans that fit him oh-so-well and a pair of dusty cowboy boots.
Damn.
If all the guys in Wyoming looked this good, maybe the next three months
wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Hey
there,” he said to me when he caught me checking him out. “Are you Amber?”
I
gulped. “That’s me. Are you picking me up? I mean, like, giving me a ride. I
wasn’t asking if you were trying to pick me up. Nope. Totally was not even
thinking about that. Not even a little.”
He
laughed and strode over, thrusting out a work-worn hand. When it closed around
mine, it felt like it could pulverize my bones if it wanted. Luckily, he was
only after a handshake, not bone-meal. He gave my hand a tight squeeze, which,
ridiculously, made my legs a little more quivery than they already were. “I’m
Sawyer,” he said with a grin. “And I’m here to pick you up.”
I
couldn’t help but smile back. “Awesome,” I breathed.
“If
you’ll just unhand me, I’ll get your bags.”
“Oh!
Right. Yeah, sorry about that. It was the plane ride. I blame that. Seriously.
It was long.” I dropped his hand and continued to ramble as he picked up my
bags, as promised, and swung them over the side of the truck bed and settled
them in. I watched his muscles flex as he lifted them. They were really, really
nice muscles. He must spend hours in the gym, I thought as I headed for the
passenger door.
He slid
in front of me and pulled it open, holding it for me until I’d climbed in
before closing it gently behind me. He patted the hood of the truck like it was
a beloved horse as he circled it before climbing into his seat.
“You
all ready?” he asked. “Buckle up, Princess. It’s gonna be a long one.”
“Oh
boy. I like the sound of that.”
He shot
me a surprised grin as he laid his arm across the back of the seat and twisted
around to see behind him as he backed up. I didn’t know this guy from Ted
Bundy, but I was kinda disappointed when he didn’t oh-so-casually drape his arm
around me afterwards.
Instead,
he dropped his hand to the radio and dialed across the stations as he pulled
away from the airport.
It was
totally the rebound thing. I’d just been dumped in the worst way. Of course I
was lusting after this sexy, sexy cowboy.
“What
kind of music do you like?” he asked as we edged away from the few businesses
and out of town.
“Oh,
all kinds,” I said, marveling at how far apart the houses were. There were
entire blocks of darkness between them!
“We
might as well start getting to know each other,” he said.
“It’s
our job to keep you out of trouble for the next three months. I guess that
starts with knowing what kind of bar you’re likely to run off to.”
“What?”
I squealed, turning to him. “You live with Mrs. Westling? Are you, like, her
ranch hand or something? She does live at the ranch, right? Because I didn’t
get the full scoop from my mom and Senator Westling, but they did tell me that
much. And that, you know, I was an embarrassment to their family name, and I
had to go babysit his kids until I learned to make better decisions. Wait, oh
my god, you’re not her new husband, are you? Because if you are, I’m just going
to come out and say it,
she
totally won the divorce. Not that my mom isn’t pretty, because she totally is,
but Mrs. Westling must be a real cougar. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Is
that really all you’re saying?” He grinned sideways at me as we sped along a
straight road that disappeared into…nothing.
It stretched on as far as I could see, without a single car in sight.
Suddenly,
I felt as if we were hurtling through space. I gripped the dash and stared
straight ahead.
“Sorry,”
I muttered, sinking down in my seat, my face warming. “I talk a lot when I get
nervous. It’s better than sweating, though, right?” I winced that I’d put that
lovely image into his head and vowed to shut the hell up. Otherwise, I’d have told
him my entire life story before he dropped me off and
disappeared
into the night forever. But apparently, that wasn’t happening. Apparently, I
was going to see a lot of this guy.
I
wished I wasn’t quite so excited about the prospect.
“To
answer your question,” he said with a slight drawl. “I’m not married to Mrs.
Westling, or anyone else. Actually, there is
no Mrs. Westling. Our mother remarried a few years ago and took new
name, and none of us are married.”
“Us?” I
said, suddenly feeling the unmistakable butterflies of premonition as his words
sank in.
“That’s
right,” he said. “Dad told you there were three of us, right?”
“You’re
the snot-nosed kid I’m supposed to babysit?”
Sawyer
laughed. “I guess so.”
“And
you all live on the ranch?”
“Yup.”
“And I guess
they’re all grown up, too?” I squeaked.
“All
grown up,” he agreed with a grin in my direction.
I was
in so much trouble.
Wrangle Me, Cowboys
Coyote Ranch Book 2
Determined to contribute at Coyote Ranch, Amber Durant finds herself in charge
of feeding and exercising the horses. Surely even a mishap-prone
Manhattanite can't screw up that simple task...unless that
Manhattanite is Amber.
of feeding and exercising the horses. Surely even a mishap-prone
Manhattanite can't screw up that simple task...unless that
Manhattanite is Amber.
When it comes to her stepbrothers, things are even more complicated. As
things heat up, she is torn in three directions. But will all three
men run the other way when they find out she's still in possession of
a much-despised V-Card?
things heat up, she is torn in three directions. But will all three
men run the other way when they find out she's still in possession of
a much-despised V-Card?
And if that doesn't scare them off, will a couple nosy parents and
judgmental ranch hands do the trick?
judgmental ranch hands do the trick?
Ride Me, Cowboys
Coyote Ranch Book 3
Amber and her boys ready themselves for the future...but time is running
short as her three months in Wyoming comes to a close.
short as her three months in Wyoming comes to a close.
Wreck Me, Cowboys
Coyote Ranch Book 4
Amber's story concludes in this fourth and final installment of the Coyote
Ranch series. After a betrayal, will she and her men find their
Happily Ever After?
Ranch series. After a betrayal, will she and her men find their
Happily Ever After?
Alexa B. James is the contemporary romance pen name for a 2-time USA Today
Bestselling author of YA paranormal romance.
Bestselling author of YA paranormal romance.
Alexa is a mom, wife, librarian, and country girl at heart. When she's not
pounding away on her keyboard, you can find her in her garden,
chasing chickens around the yard, or holed up under a blanket with a
cup of coffee and a book with lots of kissing. She loves romance
novels of every variety (why choose?) and plans to publish more this year.
pounding away on her keyboard, you can find her in her garden,
chasing chickens around the yard, or holed up under a blanket with a
cup of coffee and a book with lots of kissing. She loves romance
novels of every variety (why choose?) and plans to publish more this year.
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