Ride

It’s the last-minute chance of a lifetime: photograph the World Rodeo Championships.

There are only a couple of rules: don’t get in the way, don’t get trampled, and don’t get frisky with the cowboys.

As if I need to be told. I tried that once when I was dumb, drunk, and eighteen, and no matter how good it felt I’m not about to make that mistake again. I’m here to make a name for myself, not become another buckle bunny.

I’m a professional, and I don’t care how charming Jackson Cody, two-time World Rodeo Champion, might be.

Even if it turns out he does remember our brief encounter all those years ago when I was dumb and drunk.

And especially not if he wants to re-start right where we left off.

It’s a terrible idea. This gig is the beginning of the rest of my life. A foot in the door. A way to prove I can be taken seriously, and Jackson is nothing more than pretty eyes, a cocky smile, and a mouth that makes the phrase yes ma’am sound absolutely filthy.

Problem is, I know what else that mouth can do, and Jackson’s only gotten better with time.

I’ve got a five-year plan. He barely thinks more than eight seconds ahead.

But when he rides?

Heaven.

Ride is a high-heat standalone romance. It's for fans of cowboys and rodeos and anyone who likes a high-stakes, forbidden relationship, sneaking around in secret, bad boys who fall for good girls, or cocky playboys who fall hard. The hero's charming and sexy, the heroine's straight as an arrow, and together they practically combust. It's got lots of steamy scenes, lots of spice, and of course there's an HEA.