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Published by Amazon Digital Services on September 1st, 2015
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorelei James, a new steamy story of the Blacktop Cowboys...
Never challenge a cowboy to a little naughty competition…
A flirty game of sexual truth or dare between best man, Wynton Grant, and maid of honor, Melissa Lockhart during their BFF’s wedding reception results in a steamy hookup.
But their plans for a one and done change when a family crisis leaves Wyn shorthanded at the Grant Ranch. Experienced horsewoman Mel volunteers to help out and gets way more than she bargained for living under the same roof as the sexy rancher. Playing house has never appealed to Wyn…until now.
But the feisty redhead is keeping secrets and Wyn’s not above stripping her bare—body and soul—to get to the bottom of it…
Mel, you are in deep with this man and you’ve known him less than half a day.
She watched Wynton Grant amble off. And she couldn’t help but notice other women sizing up the rancher hottie too.
From the moment she’d set eyes on him she had that overwhelming punch of want—a feeling that happened to her so rarely lately. So seeing the identical look of lust sizzling in his eyes? The balls to the wall woman of action who’d been in hiding for the past six months had awakened with one thing on her mind.
Lots of it.
Hot and dirty sex.
And it turned out the very sexy best man was more than happy to oblige.
This was turning out to be the best wedding ever.
The object of her lust stopped to speak to an older woman, giving Mel ample opportunity to study him. The man had it going on. His shoulders were so broad that he blocked the view of the woman entirely. Pity he hadn’t taken off his western cut suit coat so she could check out his ass; she’d bet his buns were grade A prime beef too. Not only did he have a big physical presence, he carried himself with confidence. He had an easy smile—which was a sexy-as-his wicked grin. From the back she noticed his dark hair brushed his collar and held more than a little curl. The groom and groomsmen had removed their cowboy hats as soon as the wedding pictures were done. As much as she appreciated a man in a hat, Wynton looked better without it.
Hands landed on the back of Mel’s chair and a soft rustle of fabric tickled her neck.
“Staring at him that intently won’t make his clothes disappear,” London murmured in her ear.
“Yes. But if it helps, my brother-in-law is staring back at you the same way.”
“Then maybe I’ll get lucky on your wedding night too, Mrs. Grant.”