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Western Romance, BBW Romance, Women’s Romance
After almost losing his left arm in Afghanistan, taciturn rancher, Boone Leland worked hard to make a name for himself and a success of Leland Farms. Sometimes he wondered why since there would be legacy, no children to carry on his name, for who would want to marry a crippled cowboy?
Plus-size model Rebecca Morgan took one look at hard-as-stone rancher, Boone Leland, and knew she’d found her purpose. On his farm to do a photo shoot introducing his new organic vegetable business, the sparks start flying. When Becky realizes the rough-around-the-edges Boone isn’t going to make a move, she sets out to seduce him.
Will the heat be too hot to handle or will it mold their love into something lasting?
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Becky snapped her teeth together so tightly her jaws ached. How could this one man make her want to slug him for what was actually a chivalrous act on his part? His big body gave off more heat than the sun, yet she found herself wanting to press back into the massive chest that teased her shoulders with each bumpy step forward. Her mouth went dry as her eyes fastened on the tanned forearms holding the reins of the frighteningly huge animal beneath them. The play of muscle fascinated her as did the knowledge that he controlled the big animal so easily.
Would he be as controlling in bed?
She closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper. Where had that thought even come from? For heaven’s sake she’d only met the man and while he may be sex on legs, he was about as approachable as a grizzly. Besides, he’d probably find it vastly amusing to know that she was a virgin.
“Are you alright?”
Opening her eyes, Becky looked straight ahead, glad to see the barn and the familiar sights and sounds of a set being put together.
Unconvinced, Boone pulled back on the reins, stopping Diablo. “Do you need something to drink or…”
“No, no. Really, I’m…”
“Becky, honey, I was beginning to think you’d deserted me.”
Boone stiffened as a slender blond man with pale skin and blue eyes came toward them. Was this the kind of man the woman in his arms wanted? Shit, he could snap the dandy in two with one hand tied behind his back.
His left hand fisted as Boone bit back a curse. That’s how it would have to be considering he didn’t have much use of that appendage.
“Taylor, hi. I just…Mr. Leland was just…” She shifted in the saddle to stare at Boone, a perplexed expression in her cool green eyes.
“Call me Boone.”
Every cell in Boone’s body came to instant attention as her small pink tongue darted out to lick her bow-shaped lips.
“Giving you a ride?”
Color stained her cheeks and she looked anywhere but at him, letting Boone know that she wasn’t immune to him either. Maybe the dandy wasn’t keeping her warm at night. For some reason, the thought pleased Boone immensely.
“I meant on his horse, honey. Geez, don’t go all virginal on me, girlie.”
“Hi, I’m Taylor, this bubbling beauty’s assistant.” The younger man waved a pale hand, his smile wide and white.
“Boone, will you let me down now, please?”
Reluctantly, Boone helped her from the saddle. His body missed hers immediately. He told himself he’d been too long without female companionship as he stared at the top of her reddish curls.
About the Authors:
Joann Baker and Patricia Mason love romance – sweet, sassy, with a little heat and always with a happily-ever-after. Their stories always include that sweet and sassy heroine who can bring that alpha male to his knees, whether he’s a cowboy, lawman, or billionaire rancher. Working together isn’t as difficult as one would imagine In fact, they are often accused of sharing the same brain. They love to hear from their readers and nothing thrills them more than a five star review (hint, hint!) Email them at firstname.lastname@example.org