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400 pages, Paperback
First published August 10, 2021
The ‘wild raw talent’ in question here is, in fact, twenty-seven years old, no means a newcomer, and perhaps most importantly - a woman. I manage a ranch, sixteen horses, a herd of cattle, and have been riding - on my own - since before I could talk. But don’t worry. If you’re so dead set on recruitment, I’d love to come work for CityBoyz - as a coach. All you’ve got to do is get a higher score than me tonight.
Her words teased a primal urge in him, as ridiculous as they were, and his smile went feral. His next words were a risk, but he’d never been known for his caution. “I’m comfortable being the father of any of your babies.” “There won’t be any cowboy babies coming out of me, thank you very much.” He snorted. “Any baby that comes out of you is arriving with a Stetson and a lasso. [Ted Lasso. -Rae’s note]” with my luck, they’ll love banking.” He shrugged, smile wicked. “Then we’d just have to try again”.
“You were in choir?” She cocked her head toward him, eyebrow lifting. “Yes.” “Will you sing for me?” “Absolutely not.” “Pretty please,” he begged, grinning the whole time. “You sing for me now and I’ll make your body sing later”
She took a final breath, deep and slow, then nodded. The gate sprang open and she and [the bull] exploded into the arena. He was the biggest thing she’d ever ridden. She gave her body over to his power, releasing resistance wherever it arose. His bucks and turns were hard enough to break her neck. Her hand screamed, but she held. [The bull] leaped, thrashing his head and tail in opposite directions as he did it, violently whipping her from side to side, but he couldn’t shake her. Not when she’d found it. Her center. The thing that let her stand on the ball.