Redeemed By The Cowgirl

Everything he does is for family—including moving in with a woman he can’t trust...

Cash Barron has always been the good son, protecting his father’s billion-dollar empire. So when grifters target Barron Enterprises, Cash focuses on the femme fatale of the bunch. To keep tabs on Roxanne Rowland, he’ll move her into his luxury condo. And one step closer to his bed...

But Roxie is innocent—just a pawn in her family’s criminal game. Worse still, she’s long had a crush on ruthless Cash. So can Roxie find the chink in his armor and redeem this hard-hearted, hard-muscled man?

Redeemed by the Cowgirl is part of the Red Dirt Royalty series.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He offered a smug grin. “Cleaning up after you?”

“No. Making me lose control.”

“Is that what I do to you?” Damn, but he hoped so.

Her breathing deepened, her chest expanding with her heavy breaths. “Yes.”

Things were progressing right on track. “Good. I think you need to lose control, Red.”

“No, I don’t. That’s not a good thing.” She pushed against his chest but the gesture seemed halfhearted.

“I think it’s a very good thing.”

“Ha. You would. You’re a man.” Her eyes glittered like whiskey in a cut-glass tumbler. “I think you need to lose control.”

To prove her point, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and tugged his face down to hers.

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Redeemed by the Cowgirl is part of the Red Dirt Royalty series— These Oklahoma millionaires work hard and play harder.

Redeemed by the Cowgirl

Silver James

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SILVER JAMES likes walks on the wild side and coffee. Okay. She LOVES coffee. A cowgirl at heart, she’s been an army officer’s wife and mum, and worked in the legal field, fire service and law enforcement. Now retired from the real world, she lives in Oklahoma, spending her days writing with the assistance of two Newfoundlands, the cat who rules them all and the characters living in her imagination.

To Clary. You know why.

And to my dream editor, Charles. You know why, too. Also to Stacy and Tahra, and the whole fantastic Harlequin Desire team! Y’all are made of awesomesauce.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

One

Cash Barron was a man who understood duty—especially to his family. Unlike his brothers. Staring out the window of his twin’s apartment on the fiftieth floor of Barron Crown Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, he did his best to stuff his anger into a corner of his mind. He’d watched his three older brothers turn their backs and walk away from the very thing that made them Barrons—their loyalty to one another. Even his twin, Chase, had chosen a woman so completely unsuitable that Cash could barely comprehend their marriage. And now Chase and Savannah were about to celebrate the first anniversary of their quickie Vegas wedding.

A sharp rap on the door jerked his attention from the vista outside the window. Bridger Tate, his cousin and second-in-command, entered without invitation. He didn’t like the look on the man’s face.

“What?”

“Last night’s video from the casino floor has been analyzed.”

A series of curse words ricocheted through his brain but he refrained from speaking them. “Is it them?”

Bridge looked angry but resigned. “Yeah. Tucker isolated images of the Rowland clan on the casino floor.”

Tucker Tate was Bridger’s brother and vice president of Barron Entertainment, the media and hotel conglomerate that was Chase’s domain. They’d been dealing with a security problem at the casino for almost a year. As president of Barron Security Services, all problems—from the security detail for his brother Senator Clay Barron to the theft of oilfield pipe from a Barron Energy drilling site—landed on his desk. The occasional missing cow from the ranch, the odd employee embezzlement, the more frequent crackpot sending threatening emails—these bucks all stopped with him. It was his job to protect his family, even from themselves.

“Cash?”

Glancing up, he realized he’d tuned out Bridger’s play-by-play. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

“Tuck did a good job isolating the Rowlands.”

“Are they all present and accounted for?”

“Yup. Max, Alex and Ajax, Braxton, Dexter. The king of cons and his larcenous princes. I had IT highlight their positions in each of the videos.”

Cash huffed out a breath that was a thinly disguised sigh. He strode to Chase’s in-home office, settled heavily at the desk and called up the info on the giant monitor. He leaned back, eyes tracking the glowing orbs highlighting faces on the screen.

Bridger settled a hip on the corner of the desk and twisted his head to see the monitor. “I have our IT team checking footage from Scottsdale, Nashville, Miami and New Orleans.”