Pregnant by the Cowboy CEO
From one night stand to one huge secret! Only from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann…Jewelry designer Amie McNair would do anything for her dying grandmother, including promise to travel with the outsider chosen to run her family’s business empire. Simple. All she has to do is keep her hands to herself … and find a way to let the sexy new CEO know she's pregnant with his child.Preston Armstrong has secrets of his own. But spending a week with Amie has this tight-lipped cowboy longing to open up. Even if his past threatens their future—as a couple, and a family.
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The tangy scent of masculine after-shave teased Amieâs nose.
Was it wafting from behind her? Or just clinging to her body to remind her of what sheâd done?
Her grandmother took Amieâs hand in a cool grasp. Despite her frailty, Mariahâs grip was firm, confident. âAmie, dear, I was just looking for you to introduce you. But I see you and Preston have met.â
Foreboding iced out residual passion. âPreston?â
Amieâs brain worked overtime to make the pieces fit any other way but the one she feared.
Yet the magnetic, compelling man sheâd just given herself to in a coat closet stepped around her, his eyebrows now pinched together as he whispered, âAmie?â
Her stomach dropped like sheâd just fallen down an elevator shaft. Dawning realization robbed her of speech, her mouth bone-dry.
Her grandmother squeezed Amieâs hand as she smiled at Preston.
âIâm so glad youâve had a chance to get to know our new CEO.â
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Pregnant by the Cowboy CEO is part of the Diamonds in the Rough trilogy: The McNair cousins must pass their grandmotherâs tests to inherit their fortuneâand find true love!
USA TODAY bestselling author CATHERINE MANN lives on a sunny Florida beach with her flyboy husband and their four children. With more than forty books in print in over twenty countries, she has also celebrated wins for both a RITA>® Award and a Booksellersâ Best Award. Catherine enjoys chatting with readers onlineâthanks to the wonders of the internet, which allows her to network with her laptop by the water! Contact Catherine through her website, www.catherinemann.com, find her on Facebook and Twitter (@CatherineMann1), or reach her by post at PO Box 6065, Navarre, FL 32566, USA.
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Two months ago
Amie McNair had never considered a one-night stand. Until now.
A champagne fountain gurgled beside her as she stared across the ballroom full of partiers gathered to celebrate her cousinâs engagement. The night had been fun so far, but too similar to so many other glittering events that she attended in her work. Sheâd been thinking up an excuse to leave soon so she could trade her silky dress for the comfort of cotton pajamas. The jeweled choker at her throat was a gorgeous piece, but the yellow diamond at the base of her throat felt heavy. Tight. Like a collar keeping her neck in check. She liked her longer, bohemian-style pendants.
Those mundane thoughts scattered when he entered the room.
The broad-shouldered man striding confidently through the arched entryway pulled the air from her lungs. The connection was instantaneous. She wasnât quite certain why, but she forgot all about a desire for cotton pjâs or the need to tug off her necklace. Her nerve endings sat up and paid attention.
Sure, he was tall, dark and hunky. But her world was filled with commanding, powerful menâfrom the cowboys that worked on her familyâs Hidden Gem Hobby Ranch, to the executives who worked in the familyâs Diamonds in the Rough jewelry-design empire. This man certainly measured up, from his muscled chest in the custom-tailored tuxedo, to the black Stetson he swept from his head and passed to an attendant near the entrance.
Yes, a Stetson and a tux.
And a boldly handsome face, tanned, with a strong square jaw. A face that had been lived in. His coal-black hair had a sprinkling of silver at the temples. That hint of age shouted wisdom, resolve. Experience.
A shiver tingled through her, gathering in all the right places.
Yet, in spite of all that, she found herself drawn most to his eyes. Even from halfway across the ballroom she could see they were a mesmerizing mix of gold and green that shifted ever so slightly with the chandelier sparkling overhead. Sheâd worked with amber that color in her jewelry designs and the changeable nature of the hue fascinated her. His gaze swept over her, past, then back again.
Holding.
That shiver inside her turned into a full-fledged fire. Her hand trembled and she set aside her champagne glass, her body already drawn forward in an undeniable magnetic pull. The urge to find out more about him propelled her feet across the room in time with the live band playing a classic Patsy Cline love song. Amie walked beneath the oversize, multicolored paper lanterns that decorated the room, toward the mystery man as he angled past guests in tuxes and formal gowns.
Other women noticed him, too, some of them watching every bit as intently as she did. But his eyes stayed on her as he closed the gap one bold step at a time.
Who was he? She knew most of the guests but didnât recognize him. Still, enough people nodded in greeting to him for her to know he wasnât a party crasher.
His gaze stroked over her, his hazel eyes gliding along her body like whispery smoke, confirming the awareness was reciprocated. She let herself relish the feeling, because honest to God, the last year had drained her. The grief over her grandmotherâs cancer, over the impending loss of the most important person in her life was heavy. Too heavy. From tip to toe, she hurt over losing her grandmother and, knowing Granâs legacy, her company was in the process of being handed over to a new CEO. So much change. Not the way her familyâs business was meant to be handled.
