My Sexy Saturday ~ Cassie runs into trouble…
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Cassie’s hauled her dad’s prize horse from Chicago to Wyoming Downs to give her a win and hopefully return to Chicago with an altitude advantage – but she’s running into trouble, and that trouble is named Clint Travers.
Cassie decided to check out the small-town rodeo for some entertainment – but a couple home-grown boys threatened to rough her up. Naturally Clint arrives to save the day, but she refuses his offer of a ride back to her motel, until…
“You might want to look a little more closely at your transportation, Ms. O’Hanlon,” Clint replied dryly. “It’s not usually a good idea to drive on rims.”
“The dirty bastards!” Cassie shrieked, racing around the pickup. All four tires were flat. Each had been punctured with a sharp object.
“Afraid you can’t prove it was them.”
“Son of a bitch, I can’t believe they did that.” She was reeling. If they could slash her tires…”They invaded my space. They violated me. My God.” Her hand flew to her throat. “What might they have tried if you hadn’t come along?”
Clint shrugged. He looked uncomfortable. “Don’t know,” he drawled. “I’ve seen those boys around, but don’t really know them. I don’t think they were as drunk as they made out to be. Or maybe your toe sobered them up quickly.”
“Oh my God,” Cassie cried. “I’m so prepared in Chicago, and here I thought I was safe for some reason. Thanks,” she said, throwing herself into the security of Clint Travers’ arms.
She trembled. She cried. She clung to him, garnering strength. A shock of energy emanating from her loins raced like a runaway horse through every fiber of her body. She pulled herself up short. Oh no, that was more than comfort; that was raw sexual desire. Hers. She didn’t know about him. Actually, his hardness pressing against her belly allowed for little doubt.
What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump pride?
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