Rope
Me, Cowboys
Coyote
Ranch Book 1
by
Alexa B. James
Genre:
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.
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.
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+***
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.
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?
And
if that doesn't scare them off, will a couple nosy parents and
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.
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?
Alexa
B. James is the contemporary romance pen name for a 2-time USA Today
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.
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