Rich, Rugged Rancher
He can’t resist her Ever since the accident that took his leg, oil tycoon Clint Rockwell doesn’t do relationships—he likes being alone. Then fast-talking Fee Martinez sweeps, onto his ranch… and into his bed. But Fee is far more into jet-setting than settling down. So why can’t he stay away from her?
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Can this lone wolf be tamed?
“Why aren’t you pushing me away?”
“Because you kiss like a dream.”
Ever since the accident that took his leg, oil tycoon Clint Rockwell doesn’t do relationships—he likes being alone. And he doesn’t need anyone’s pity. Then fast-talking reality star Fee Martinez sweeps into Royal, Texas, on to his ranch…and into his bed. It’s only for a night, and then two. Wanting more is impossible, but this goodbye might be the hardest thing he’s ever done…
JOSS WOOD loves books and travelling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa and, well, anywhere. She’s a wife, a mum to two teenagers and slave to two cats. After a career in local economic development, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.
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RICH, RUGGED RANCHER
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Note to Readers
“So, have you bagged your cowboy yet?”
Seraphina Martinez whipped the rented convertible onto the open road leading to Blackwood Hollow Ranch and punched the accelerator, ignoring Lulu’s squeal of surprise at the sudden burst of speed.
“Slow down, Fee. I don’t want to die on a lonely road in East Texas,” Lulu grumbled.
“Relax, it’s an empty road, Lu,” Fee replied, glad she’d wrangled her thick hair into two fat braids—as opposed to Lulu who was fighting, and losing, the war with the wind.
Lulu held her hair back from her face and glared at Fee. “I’m going to look like I’ve been dragged through a bush when we get there.”
Fee shrugged.
Perfect makeup, perfect clothes, perfect hair…being a reality TV star took work, dammit.
“Well, have you?” Fee demanded.
“Found a cowboy? No, not yet,” Lulu replied.
“What about the lawyer guy who seems to be everywhere we are lately?” Fee asked. While scouting filming locations for Secret Lives of NYC Ex-Wives, the attorney for the Blackwood estate had been everywhere they looked, keeping his lawyerly eye on Miranda Blackwood and the rest of the cast and crew.
“Kace LeBlanc?” Lu asked, aiming for super casual and missing by a mile.
Fee darted a look at her best friend, amused. Of course she had noticed the looks Lulu sent Kace when she didn’t think anyone was looking. Lu thought the attorney was hot. And, with his unruly brown hair and those gorgeous brown eyes, he was…until he opened his mouth. Then he acted like she and her costars and the crew were going to break his precious town of Royal or something.
“The guy is a pill,” Lulu said before sighing. “God, he’s hot but he’s so annoying.”
