Author: Lorelei James
Series: Blacktop Cowboys #10
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Release Date: November 5, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Western Romance
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New York Times bestselling author Lorelei James returns for another wild ride in Wyoming with a new Blacktop Cowboys novel.
Years in the Army equipped Bailey Masterson for many things: target shooting, rappelling off cliffs, dodging grenades. She's lived through horrors that still give her nightmares. But nothing in Bailey's life-or-death training prepared her for caring for the tiny terror that is five-year-old Olivia Hale. Or how to control her raging attraction to Olivia's father, Streeter, the rugged, green-eyed cattle rancher who undermines her every move even when he stars in her dreams.
Streeter Hale has room for only two things in his life: his daughter and his job. He doesn't date. He doesn't get attached. Not anymore. So not only is Streeter stunned by Olivia's improved behavior after just a few days with Bailey, he's downright floored by his immediate attraction to the woman. But with secrets in her eyes and a body that doesn't quit, Streeter begins to worry that Bailey Masterson might just be the one woman to heal his fractured family and broken heart.
One thing's for sure--these two wrecked souls are spinning out of control as they desperately try not to fall in love...
Title: Spun Out
Series: Blacktop Cowboys #10
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
Author: Lorelei James
Release Date: November 5, 2019
After Ted closed the door, Streeter flipped on the beat-up boom box that still functioned as a radio. Most people listened to music on their phones, but he rarely had the luxury of popping in a pair of earbuds and tuning out the world—either at work or at home. He preferred the radio, ads and all. Having music always playing in the background kept him from going crazy after Danica died. It’d seemed to soothe Olivia too.
Humming along to Dwight Yoakam’s song “Little Sister,” he got to work.
The timer on his phone went off and he noticed he’d worked for three hours without a break. He’d accomplished more than enough for one day. After locking up, he drove his truck to the other side of the resort. Might seem silly that he drove instead of walked, but he often had to go directly from the Split Rock Ranch to his brother’s place. He spent enough time in the fresh air that he didn’t need to hoof it back and forth between his trailer and the barn a few times a day.
Streeter parked his truck behind his SUV. Just as he was about to get out, a silver Toyota Highlander sped past, kicking up dust. The taillights flashed as the driver hit the brakes. Then the driver’s-side door opened and Sergeant Bailey Masterson hopped out, dark glossy brown hair atop her head in a high ponytail, mirrored shades covering her eyes.
The next thing he noticed were her legs. Her bare, muscular legs that seemed a mile long in those frayed and faded Daisy Dukes. She wore an army green tank top with ARMY STRONG emblazoned across the front and no bra.
Mercy. The musculature in her arms and shoulders indicated strength that he found as sexy as the curves of her hips. The sassy sergeant was a potent package.
After opening the hatch on her SUV, she leaned forward to grab something out of the back. That maneuver gave him a front row seat to the nicest ass he’d ever seen.
Streeter groaned. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her backside, especially when it wiggled and jiggled as she tugged an enormous laundry basket.
Maybe you should offer to help her instead of helpin’ yourself to an eyeful of her ass.
Playing fetch and carry would be the neighborly thing to do . . .
Not if it’s in the guise of doin’ her.
She disappeared around the corner.
How the hell had she seen where she was going over that enormous pile of bedding? The woman was gonna fall and bust her very fine ass, and that’d be a damn cryin’ shame.
Streeter jumped out of his truck and followed her, half expecting to see her sprawled on the wooden walkway, but she’d set the load down in front of the trailer on the opposite end of his.
She unlocked the door, picked up the basket and went inside.
He doubled back to her SUV and grabbed the two biggest suitcases. She hadn’t emerged from her trailer yet, so he said, “Knock, knock,” as he walked through the door. “Where do you want these?”
“Set them down anywhere.”
He put them next to the recliner and looked at her.
“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”
“Let’s get the rest of it unloaded.” He reached her car before she caught up to him.
“I’ve got this,” she said tersely, practically hip-checking him out of the way.
“Good lord, woman. Me lendin’ a hand ain’t a judgment on your ability to do it yourself.” He sidestepped her, opening the rear passenger door to pick up the cooler wedged in the back seat. Damn thing was heavy. He shot her a look. “Whatcha got in here? Beer?”
“No.” Bailey flashed him a fake smile. “Grenades.”
Jesus. He turned and headed toward her trailer.
And like he expected, the little spitfire was right on his heels.
She’d lugged a big crate filled with pans and other household items, which she half dropped on the floor.
Which she had to bend over to reach.
Which put that perfect heart-shaped backside of hers directly in front of him.
He couldn’t have looked away if he’d wanted to.
When she straightened up and spun around, he made sure his focus was on her face, but somehow it got stuck on her equally sexy mouth.
That redneck name had his annoyed gaze snapping up to hers. “My name isn’t Skeeter, Barley, as you well know.” He fucking hated being called Skeeter. Hated it. And it happened far more often than he liked.
She laughed. “Barley. Good one.”
And Streeter couldn’t think of another thing to say. He wasn’t a witty guy. He’d never done much flirting. Before she realized that he was nearly paralyzed by social interaction, he wheeled around and hoofed it back to her car. Two smallish suitcases, a box of food, a crate of books and a laptop bag piled onto another crate of computer equipment was what remained. He stacked the food on top of the books and passed her on the walkway.
She muttered something about him being lucky he hadn’t stacked anything on her computer equipment.
Her prickly, I-can-do-it-myself attitude amused him, and he smiled despite himself.
After he set the box and crate on the floor, he took a moment to look around. The only difference between this space and his was his big-screen TV. The only room he’d “decorated” was Olivia’s bedroom. Besides the artwork hanging on the fridge and pinned to the bulletin board, their home looked much like this: impersonal as a cheap hotel. Like they’d just moved in—not that they’d lived there for three and a half years.
Streeter had left every physical reminder of their old life behind. Bad juju surrounded those things. He’d kept the photos—although someone else had packed them up and he hadn’t looked at them since shoving them in storage—and Danica’s jewelry, the quilts and afghans his mother and grandmother had made, and a few family heirlooms he’d set aside for Olivia.
Bailey breezed in carrying both suitcases. “Your girlfriend and your daughter are looking for you.”
“Yeah, you know, the hot little thing with the pink hair prancing around here.”
The only hot little thing I’ve seen prancing around here is you, baby.
He frowned at that inappropriate thought. “That’s Meghan, Olivia’s babysitter. Which means she’s young enough to be my kid, not my damn girlfriend.”
This woman poked every one of his buttons. He had to leave now before he started poking back. Without saying a word, he walked past her and into the sunshine.
“Daddy!” Olivia shouted from the opposite end of the walkway.
As he started toward her, he heard Bailey yell, “You’re welcome!” from inside her trailer.
Unbelievable. She oughta be thanking him.
All thoughts of his troublesome new neighbor vanished when he saw the happy look on his daughter’s face.
He placed his hand on Olivia’s head after she’d run to him. Then he said, “Everything go all right?” to Meghan.
“Everything went fine. We had a great time. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be Olivia’s regular caretaker, but I’ll be here at least once a week.”
Olivia insisted on walking Meghan to her car. After she drove off, Olivia rested her weight against him. “Daddy, can we go to McDonald’s for supper?”
He caught a glimpse of Bailey’s very fine ass as she rooted around in her back seat for something.
Getting away from here—and her—for a few hours had him herding Olivia to his SUV. “Sounds like a great idea.”
In the rodeo arena, all you have to worry about is surviving.
But in the arena of love, things get much more complicated.
Lainie Capshaw has been tending to injured cowboys long enough to know that a charming Western drawl combined with a fine physical form doesn’t mean you should fall for a man. As a sports therapist, she travels the rodeo circuits patching up riders—and fending off their sweet-talking, swaggering advances.
So no one is more surprised than Lainie when she finds herself interested in not one, but two different men on different circuits: Hank Lawson, a bullfighter, and Kyle Gilchrist, a bull rider trying to stage a comeback. She’s more shocked to learn Hank and Kyle are hometown buddies. But when the men offer to share her—in every way—she knows that both of them are going to try to win her, body and soul. And even as their sensual journey becomes the ride of her life, Lainie must choose which cowboy is worthy of her heart…
This beauty is no greenhorn—and she’s about to rope in the man of her dreams…
Cattleman Bran Turner has been left shorthanded, and rural Wyoming isn’t exactly a hotbed of job seekers. In fact, his only applicant is Harper Masterson, the town’s pampered former beauty queen. With no other options, he reluctantly hires her—even if the curvy cowgirl does get under his skin.
Harper’s getting a kick out of proving Bran wrong and showing him she’s qualified to pull calves, feed livestock, and handle backbreaking chores. But the hard-bodied cowboy isn’t all work and no horseplay. And when their nights start heating up, Harper realizes they might just be perfect for each other after all…
Janie Fitzhugh and Abe Lawson have long been divorced and living apart. Now she’s back in town, a changed woman-making cattleman Abe want to wrangle an invitation to her bed…
To get his dream ranch, Renner Jackson has partnered with spoiled daddy’s girl Tierney Pratt. She thinks she can handle this cowboy, but Renner won’t make it easy. Little do they know they will be entangled in ways neither dreamed possible.
All it takes is one night to change a cowboy’s life…
Barrel racer Celia Lawson knows better than to tangle with bull rider Kyle Gilchrist. The sexy cowboy’s love ‘em and leave ‘em ways have earned him a reputation on the rodeo circuit, and he’s always seen her as his best friend’s kid sister. But after one wild, tequila-fueled night, Celia wakes up to find out she’s gotten herself hitched—to a man she never should have married!
When Celia insists on an annulment, Kyle has no good reason to say no—except he isn’t ready to let go of his new bride. But then Kyle inherits a sprawling Wyoming ranch, and seizes the opportunity to enlist Celia’s help. She agrees to lend a hand—with two conditions: He has to get up to speed as a rancher within six months; then they’ll get a divorce. And their marriage will be in name only.
Kyle gives in to Celia’s demand, yet he’s ready to prove to her he has what it takes to turn their one night rodeo into a lifetime of love…
Tanna Barker is a world champion barrel racer. But her personal life has been less of a success, and she’s feeling adrift. After her mother’s unexpected death, her father has remarried, and sold the Texas ranch she called home. Now a rodeo injury has left the restless spitfire holed up in Muddy Gap, unsure what her next move should be.
Until she meets her match in a wild, wild cowboy.
Veterinarian August Fletcher has always put his job first. He’s never found a woman who could handle his on-the-road lifestyle. But when sassy, sexy Tanna blows into town, he finally finds the woman of his fantasies. And there’s something between them, but she claims she’s been burned by love ’em and leave ’em road dogs before. How can Fletch prove that he’s in it for the long haul, and that their sizzling relationship is better than winning any rodeo medal? It’ll take some sweet persuasion to convince Tanna that Muddy Gap is where she belongs.
She’s protecting his body and guarding her heart…
Country music star Devin McClain understands there’s a downside to life in the public eye, but the laidback Wyoming cowboy has never imagined he’d attract crazed fans who would do anything to garner his attention. When veiled threats become real, he agrees to hire a discreet security detail. But Devin is shocked when that bodyguard is a hard-bodied woman. He’s even more stunned to be attracted to the steely-eyed stunner.
Former soldier Liberty Masterson’s return to civilian life has been fraught with challenges until she lands a job with a prestigious security firm. But when she agrees to provide personal protection during a cross-country tour, she doesn’t realize she has signed up to masquerade as the playboy star’s girlfriend. Though she’s more comfortable in combat boots than high heels, she has no choice but to appear to be the sexy groupie Devin prefers.
Living in close quarters causes the chemistry between them to ignite, and Devin realizes he wants to turn their charade of a romance into reality. Although Liberty surrenders to his every whim behind closed doors, she fears the sexy country star doesn’t see the real her; and Devin can’t help but worry when the tour ends that there might not be enough between them to build something that won’t fade away…
Ambition has always been his biggest downfall… until he meets her.
World champion bulldogger Sutton Grant works hard on the road, but his quiet charm has earned the nickname “The Saint” because he’s never been the love ’em and leave ’em type with the ladies. When he’s sidelined by an injury, he needs help keeping his horse in competition shape, but he fears trying to sweet-talk premier horse trainer London Gradsky is a losing proposition–because the woman sorta despises him.
London is humiliated when her boyfriend dumps her for a rodeo queen. What makes the situation worse? She’s forced to see the lovebirds on the rodeo circuit every weekend. In an attempt to save face, London agrees to assist the notoriously mild, but ruggedly handsome Sutton Grant with his horse training problem on one condition: Sutton has to pretend to be her new boyfriend.
But make believe doesn’t last long between the sassy cowgirl and the laid-back bulldogger. When the attraction between them ignites, London learns that sexy Sutton is no Saint when that bedroom door closes; he’s the red-hot lover she’s always dreamed of.
The more time they spend together, the more Sutton realizes he wouldn’t mind being roped and tied to the rough and tumble cowgirl for real…
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…
In the new Blacktop Cowboys novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Hillbilly Rockstar strange bedfellows find common ground after the lights go down…
Flower child, vegetarian and humanitarian Harlow Pratt and gruff and strapping cattle ranch foreman Hugh Pritchett have been taunting each other for years. Hugh thinks she’s nothing but a spoiled rich girl, and he’s had enough of that life with his ex-wife. Harlow thinks Hugh is an ill-mannered trouble-maker who wouldn’t know fun if it bit him on his tight denim-clad butt.
When they’re forced together at the Split Rock Ranch and Resort, everything changes. They might be polar opposites, but working out their differences skin to skin, in the dark, seems to help their incompatibility a lot. But when trouble from both their pasts comes calling, Harlow and Hugh have no one else to lean on. Can they trust one another enough to make it through the hard times together… or will their tentative truce fall apart?
Rancher Creston Grant retreats from the world after he loses the love of his life… Can his former flame, rodeo cowboy Breck Christianson prove he’s a changed man who can give Cres a second chance at love?
In the new Blacktop Cowboys novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Wrapped and Strapped, one woman learns that when it comes to cowboys, looks can be deceiving…
When Tobin Hale stepped in to stop Garnet Evans’s son from railroading her out of her own home, he knew moving in with his favorite Mud Lily could be seen as strange. But nothing prepared him for the arrival of Garnet’s fiery, beautiful granddaughter, Jade—or her assumption that he’s up to no good…
While Tobin might be the hottest man Jade Evans has ever seen, his physical attributes won’t distract her from protecting her grandma from his sweet-talking ways. But the stubborn cowboy digs in his boot heels and refuses to leave. Stuck in close quarters together, Jade learns Tobin is the real deal—a hardworking, fiercely loyal man and she’s the one in danger of losing her heart.
And just when he was prepared to leave Muddy Gap behind, Tobin may have found the kind of woman worth sticking around for…
Where there’s smoke…
Stirling Gradsky abandoned the corporate rat race for a more laidback lifestyle. So it’s ironic she’s partnered with a hard-bodied, know-it-all scientist who treats her like a stoner instead of a stone cold business woman capable of running a large scale marijuana farm. Dr. Hot and Tattooed with the big…brain needs to stop sampling their product; he’s under the half-baked idea that he’s the boss.
Dr. Liam Argent’s doctorate isn’t in chemistry, but from the moment he meets his sexy new coworker, there’s enough heat between them to short out all the grow lights in the greenhouse. First item on his agenda? Clearing up the sassy, blunt blonde’s hazy notion that she’s in charge.
Sparks fly as their attraction blazes. But can they weed out their differences without getting burned?
Opposites don’t just attract in the West–they sizzle–and Wyoming has never been hotter than in the latest sexy Blacktop Cowboys novel.
Growing up with three older brothers, Larissa “Riss” Thorpe defines the term tomboy–a moniker that never mattered to her until she crossed paths with sexy cowboy player Ike Palmer. Seeing him in action on the road, Riss can tell that Ike prefers his women soft-spoken and feminine. And since Riss is obviously not his type, it’s unlikely that they’ll mix business and pleasure when they’re in close quarters together.
Former cattle broker Ike Palmer was ready for a new chapter in his life as a stock contractor when he started working with Riss, a sassy truck driver who gets under his skin at every turn. But Riss is unlike any woman he’s ever met and her candor inflames him in the most unexpected ways.
After circumstances force a truce between them, Riss and Ike will have to choose to maintain the stubbornness that keeps them apart or take a chance on the fiery attraction that could lead to something more…
(Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys Crossover #9.5)
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorelei James comes a new story in her Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys series…
A May-December romance hotter than the 4th of July…
Bull rider Justin Donohue spent his youth hell-bent on winning a world championship. Now retired and nearing the big 4-0, a gold belt buckle and a rusted-out pickup are all he has to show for his years on the blacktop. When Justin takes a job at the Gradsky Ranch, he immediately locks horns (and lips) with the sexy, sassy Calliope—a 22 year old cowgirl set on seducing him. Reminding her of their age difference doesn’t deter Calliope; neither does Justin’s warning that she deserves more than a busted-up former rodeo cowboy.
From the moment Calliope Morgan encounters the hot-as-fire new ranch foreman, she knows his gruff manner is an attempt to mask his attraction to her. But she’s never backed down from a challenge, especially not when Justin’s actions speak louder than his denials. Calliope doesn’t give a damn that he’s older than her or what others might think of their relationship. The uptight cowboy needs to relax and she’ll do whatever it takes to loosen him up, proving there are no age restrictions when it comes to lust… or to falling in love.