BAD BOYS #8
Rod McLemore, the wisecracking Marine
from Collared By The Cowboy is about to get his wish...
Brandon selected another bottle of wine from the pantry. Out in the kitchen Rod was waiting for him. “What’s up?” he asked his cousin.
“You gotta hook me up.” Rod smiled and glanced toward the doorway. “Does Mia have a sister? Cousin? Friend? Anyone who might vaguely resemble her and I would consider it hitting the jackpot.”
“Don’t know. Why? Is this introduction for you?” Brandon snorted.
“Man, I’ll give you back every cent I won. No joke.” Rod raised his palms and nodded. “Every cent and then some.”
~~Collared By The Cowboy
CLEARLY THIS IS A BE CAREFUL OF WHAT YOU WISH...
Nothing I said derailed Rod. At first I thought he was shallow. Hollow. A shell. That’s what happened to guys who came back from active duty. I’d seen them on the rodeo circuit. They were the daredevils who had no fear. That emotion along with everything else once living inside them had bit the dust. Ceased to exist.
“Have a nice life,” I advised him, slipping on my jacket. “I’m heading out.”
“I’ll drive you,” he replied.
Shaking my head, I laughed. “Who died and left you charge? I’d rather walk.”
A flicker of anger registered in his eyes, then it was gone. I wasn’t imagining it.
“In those shoes? It’s miles to the ranch.” He chuckled confidently and a little too arrogant for my taste.
In another round of who could one-up-the-other I didn’t back down. “Umm, I’m sure I can find a ride.” Plastering on a bright smile, I scanned the length of the bar and sure enough there were several guys who met my stare. When I refocused on Rod his smile vanished. Leaning over, I arched my brow, and sweetly whispered, “Care to make a wager? Just to make it interesting.”
His carefree I-don’t-give-a-fuck persona cracked. He downed the shot of rum, rising off his stool. “I don’t have time to play games. Call me when you decide to grow up!”
I watched as he tossed a few bills onto the bar, mock saluted me, and marched off. What the hell? Didn’t he know I wasn’t serious?
The guy on my left, laughed, pushing up the brim of his hat. “Out of all the McLemore’s that one’s a head case. He’s a burn pile and one day, he’s gonna blow.”
“How the hell would you know?” I snarled, grabbing my cell.
RELEASING SPRING 2015
KISS ME COWBOY...
All hands on deck! Evermore Ranch couldn't be busier with the wedding of Mia and Brandon coming up. Rod McLemore the wiseacre Marine from bad boys #6 is assigned the duty of airport pickup. His cargo: Mia's sister. Destination: the wedding party. Check that off his list...
Since 3rd grade, Margo Santero's been barrel racing and has won the national title twice in a row.
Competitive is her middle name.
She can out drink, our ride, out game any and every fast-talking stud crossing her path. Until she locks horns with Rod
and he gives as good as he gets.
Sometimes when you least expect to find love, it falls into your lap...and there's nothing left to do except kiss that infuriating cowboy!