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Alex

My past is a noose around my neck.

Exiled from my family home for almost ten years, I follow a strict set of rules in order to remain free. But when I set eyes on SJ, my control frays. Is it her sweet Texas twang, those sparkling baby-blues, or that peach of a backside? All of it. She’s got me tied up in knots—exactly where I dream about having her. If I give into my fantasy, I could lose everything.

I should have looked the gift horse in the mouth.

My uncle sent me to Colorado tangled in a web of lies I can’t seem to free myself from. He wants to take Alex down and he wants to use me to do it. But I’m not sure Alex is the monster my uncle swears he is. Forced to choose between my family and the man who has quickly become wrapped up in my heart, there’s no way I can win.

Excerpt from The Wrangler

“Welcome to the Sunflower. You must be Sonja.” A friendly woman with a welcoming smile steps off the last stair to my left. “I’m Amy. I’m so happy you found us.” I smile back. “Your directions were perfect.” “I’m glad.” She moves behind a tall wooden cabinet topped with a crocheted doily, an open guest book, and a small vase of flowers. “I have a room ready for you. It overlooks the back garden, so you should have plenty of quiet for your writing. It’s so exciting to have a writer staying here.” She leans forward conspiratorially. “I’m an avid reader, so you’ll have to share your pen name with me before you leave.” A nervous laugh escapes my lips. “Of course.” “Your agent called earlier, and the payment is taken care of. He prepaid four weeks but said you might need to stay over. It’s not a problem at all. I blocked out the room for two months.” Amy fusses in the drawers of the cabinet. The front door opens, and I glance over my shoulder to catch a heartbreak of a man walking in. Sunlight from the huge windows illuminates the golden streaks in his tousled hair. His tight white tee, baring evidence of his day’s work, stretches over a plane of abs that look like an impossible drawing. His faded jeans are filled with the promise of breathtaking nights. I gasp in a breath and avert my eyes. He looks like a mortal sin I want to commit over and over again. “Hey, Alex,” Amy calls out. His footsteps on the wood floor pause. “Amy. Ma’am.” I can’t resist a second glimpse, confirming I’m truly in hell. He nods in my direction. “How’re y’all doing?” His slow Texas twang twists its way between my legs. I’m dying. I’m supposed to focus on writing my debut novel. My uncle sent me to get away from all the distractions. He’s given me a gift I can’t repay, and already I’m distracted by this dream man. Who looks vaguely familiar. “This is Sonja Redding. She’s staying with us for a few weeks.” He grunts his acknowledgement, and I flinch at the name my uncle selected. He said I had to use a cover. Sounded cool and mysterious at the time. Seems ridiculous now. I turn to face the temptation who could derail my entire reason for being in Colorado. “Hi, Alex.” His gaze travels up and down my body, but he’s got a deer-in-the-headlights vibe. All shock and avoidance. Never had that reaction. “Since you’re going up, could you show her to the Columbine room?” Amy hands me a key with a blue flower tag. “Yes, ma’am.” He points at me. “That your bag?” Yes, that is my vag. I blink. Bag. He said bag. “I can get it.” “No, ma’am.” He snatches the case and takes it hostage, heading for the stairs.

Tropes:

Protective blue-collar hero; Family first; Feuding families, Found family; Forgiveness

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Reader Reviews

“This story made me feel like I didn’t realize I was still capable of.” BookBub reviewer “BDSM rope work at its finest…with all the bells and whistles. This is one amazing read that keeps you turning the pages!” Goodreads reviewer “So hot I needed a shower.” Amazon reviewer