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Cowboy Baby Daddy

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B.B. Hamel

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He says he wants to take me off into the sunset.
I think he just wants to teach me how to ride…

I’m a big city girl trying to change my life.
I don’t know anything about a real cowboy… until I meet Connor.
He owns one of the biggest ranches in Montana.
And he wants to teach me what it means to be hard and rugged.

I just want to treat his horse and get the heck out of here.
There’s a ranch war going on and I can’t get stuck in the middle.
But Connor’s gorgeous eyes and rough hands keep pulling me back.
And I keep tumbling into his arms…

I’m in danger but I’m not going anywhere.
Not when that bad man is standing outside of my door…
And I know what he wants.
Problem is, I think I might open up and invite trouble right inside.

I’m supposed to be trying to start over….
Instead, I’m falling for a hardened, rugged cowboy.
Too bad he makes me feel incredible… whoops.

Just one romp in the hay can’t hurt…. Right?

We’re back with more rugged bad boy baby daddy! This next one is gauranteed to set off all kinds of fire alarms. Nothing better than a hot, hardened cowboy, right? Watch this city girl get seduced by everything the wilds have to offer. Plenty steamy, plenty exciting, and always a happily-ever-after. Go ahead and enjoy it!

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Prologue: Holly

I didn’t know the phrase a roll in the hay was meant literally.

But as he approaches me in the dim light of the barn, I can feel my heart beating so fast in my chest, and I realize: there’s hay all over the place.

We’re literally going to be rolling in hay.

It’s almost comical. I mean, almost, except for the muscular, tattooed cowboy that’s approaching me, his shirt halfway open, a fire in his eye.

I know I don’t belong here. I’m a city girl, I don’t know anything about ranches and barns and how to handle a steaming-hot cowboy. I came out here thinking I could run away from my past and change my life for the better, but I’m in way, way over my head.

I should probably just turn around and run right now, admit defeat, give up, play dead, do whatever.

Except that might mean I’d miss my chance with him.

And there’s no way I’d do that.

At this point, if I’m honest with myself, he’s the only reason I’m still here. It’s not just that he’s absolutely gorgeous and rugged with a body that clearly is used to hard work and the rough, skilled hands to match. No, it’s everything underneath that.

It’s the mystery. It’s the nagging thought in the back of my mind that he’s just like me, but I can’t figure out exactly how.

And I want to know. God, I need to know.

“What do you think will happen if someone catches us in here?” he whispers in my ear as I stumble up against a hay bale.

Of course. More hay.

“I don’t know. Something good? We’ll get a prize?”

He chuckles darkly. “Something like that, sure.”

I know he’s lying. I’m only joking because I’m so excited and so scared that I can’t think to do anything else.

But as soon as he bites my lower lip then kisses me, I know there’s no going back.

And I really, really don’t want to.

Copyright © 2019 by B. B. Hamel

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It’s a long empty highway that leads out to the Wood Ranch. I’m a little nervous as my truck passes mile after mile of mostly empty land punctuated by the occasional cow, scrubby trees, and endless pasture land.

I know this is why I moved out to Bozeman, Montana. I wanted to get away from city life, from the hustle and bustle of all that crap back in New York, but this…

I’ve never seen something so empty in my entire life.

It’s a little scary. But it’s also a little intoxicating.

It takes me an hour to drive out to Wood Ranch. It’s on something like two thousand acres of mostly empty land out near the town of Cardwell. I think there are maybe fifty people in the whole town, if Google can be trusted, but that doesn’t matter.

I’m here for one thing and one thing only: to take care of a horse.

That’s my job these days. I was a surgeon in one of NYC’s busiest hospitals for two years before I quit, got my veterinary degree, and moved out west. It’s taking me a little bit to get used to the difference, but…

I don’t know. It’s good for me, I think.

The turn-off for Wood Ranch appears almost out of the blue. It’s a dirt road with only a single sign next to it, the words written in a scrawling white paint.

Wood Ranch: Five Miles

I take a breath and drive my old beat-up truck down along the dirt road. A stream winds its way along the grassland, bogging down in little ponds and flowing further out west. I drive up a short, steep hill, and when I get to the top…

It’s almost breathtaking, honestly.

Montana is a beautiful state. There might not be a lot of people out here, but the land is raw and mostly unsettled. Huge cattle ranches dominate and the ranchers themselves are pretty serious about what they do. Competition is wild out here and I’ve heard horror stories about ranchers starting their little border wars and skirmishes.

I’m not getting involved in any of that though. I’m just a horse doctor these days. I saw enough gunshot wounds in the ER back in the city for one lifetime.

Spread out in front of me is the ranch itself. The main house is huge, an enormous two-story building that curves gracefully around a horse paddock out front. There are a few outbuildings, barns, and sheds, but what really draws my eye are the cattle.

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