AVAILABLE MAY 26TH, 2015
The toughest rodeo rider in Hell, Texas, discovers his tender side with a feisty cowgirl in this sexy new novel from USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard.
Cameron Dix knows that becoming an elite rider is the first step to realizing her dream: owning a special-needs equestrian academy. Only one thing stands in her way—and he’s big, tall, and sizzles like a Texas steak. Superhunk Saint Markham claims that he isn’t happy about all the women galloping into town, but the heat in his eyes tells Cameron a different story. What else can a fiery redhead do but let her hair down and give in to desire hot enough to melt her saddle?
Saint has seen what happens when women come marching into the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center: Strong men crumble. Problem is, he’s got rivals willing to train a talented lady rider like Cameron. But after one night of passion, he’s branded. And from the moment he kisses her ruby lips, Cameron is his—even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. Now Saint must stake his claim on a life of delicious sin with the woman he loves.
Saint stood watching the sexy temptation school her horse, keeping a respectful, wary distance between himself and Cameron’s siren appeal. Ever since the accidental encounter with the cupcakes and kiss, he wondered how much more temptation he could take before he lost his good sense and made his move. Three days a week, he was the riding instructor for Cameron and the rest of the team, a job that had fallen to him by default, since his fellow SEALs and partners of the Hells Outlaws Training Center, Trace and Declan, were otherwise occupied at the moment —or so they claimed. The usual routine was that Saint trained Cameron, she schooled her horse, and they parted ways amicably. Hell was, after all, a small community, requiring everyone to get along as much as possible. Professional distance was his saving grace—that, and his committed bachelor status.
Yet his mind thought about what his body couldn’t forget: her soft curves in his arms. Cameron was tall, about five-seven in her boots, and was a great fit for him; she’d stand just right for cupping her sweet ass with his hands if he ever got to hold her again. He remembered that the springy red curls that were even now sprouting out from a tight, high ponytail felt great under his chin. She had a small nose that flared when she was annoyed, but most of the time she smiled a lot, with full, delicately shaped lips that drove him mad. According to gossip she was one of seven children, so this Hell’s Belles mission she was on was no small matter with her. He’d also heard that most of her paychecks went back home to help the family, though to be fair, her beautiful black and white Appaloosa horse, Charlie, could not have been cared for better by the Queen of England. As far as he could tell from his months-long perusal of her, she was the whole package, with a saucy temper thrown in to keep a guy on his toes.
Especially a horny guy.
She’d spent a little time on the wrong side of town letting Jake the Snake take her out, but that had ended badly. Anything to do with Jake Masters—or any of their rivals, the Horsemen, of which Jake was a part—was guaranteed to end badly, so Saint hadn’t been worried. With a population of around two hundred on a good day, Hell was largely a man’s town, and ladies, especially a beautiful woman like Cameron, were in demand. But then the Horsemen had once again overplayed their hand, having a little fun on the Outlaws by roofying Declan one evening while everyone was hanging out at the creek, and that had been the end of Jake the Snake’s getting anywhere near Cameron. She’d let Jake know in no uncertain terms that she considered him to be, indeed, a snake, of the lowest, most disloyal order.
Saint’s respect for Cameron had hit a new level after that, with the unfortunate result that he seemed to be addicted to looking at her, watching her, wanting to be around her. The problem was that Mayor Judy had brought the team of Cameron, Ava, and Harper to Hell to be the Hell’s Belles, a team of female bullfighters, springing this on Saint, Trace, and Declan—knowing full well women weren’t training at the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center. This was as man’s place, something he and his buddies had planned to open when they returned from war. A place men could be men, practice bullfighting, target shooting, roping, whatever.
Before they’d known it, the Outlaws had found themselves agreeing to let the Hell’s Belles train their horses at their Training Center—and that was when the wheels had slowly but steadily gone into the ditch.
Females in a man’s place were always guaranteed to change everything.