The Bull Rider's Twin Trouble
A DOSE OF DOUBLE TROUBLE!Whether it’s eight seconds on a bronc or the thrill of his motorcycle, bull rider Brock McNeal lives for the adrenaline high. A family of his own is out of the question. So why is he irresistibly attracted to widowed doctor Cassie Stanford? Because for all her feistiness and mess of dark curls, Cassie comes with a lot of strings. Including identical twin four-year-old sons!Yet as Brock helps Cassie fix up her run-down ranch, the sparks between them ignite. They both know Cassie could never get serious about a cowboy who chases danger. But when love takes on a life of its own, Brock faces the biggest risk ever: choosing between his rodeo life…and his heart.
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A DOSE OF DOUBLE TROUBLE!
Whether itâs eight seconds on a bronc or the thrill of his motorcycle, bull rider Brock McNeal lives for the adrenaline high. A family of his own is out of the question. So why is he irresistibly attracted to widowed doctor Cassie Stanford? Because for all her feistiness and mess of dark curls, Cassie comes with a lot of strings. Including identical twin four-year-old sons!
Yet as Brock helps Cassie fix up her run-down ranch, the sparks between them ignite. They both know Cassie could never get serious about a cowboy who chases danger. But when love takes on a life of its own, Brock faces the biggest risk ever: choosing between his rodeo life...and his heart.
âIt seems weâre both terrible at controlling ourselves, huh?â
Cassie shook her head and moved even closer to Brock. âIâm done controlling myself,â she said.
Brock moved back just enough to look her straight in the eyes.
âI got some good advice today. If I wait until the boys are grown to do anything for myself, it might be too late, and I donât want that. It wonât hurt them if Iâm a little selfish and impulsive for the next nine days.â
âNine days,â Brock repeated, though Cassie couldnât quite tell what emotion he was feeling when he said it.
She nodded resolutely, as much for herself as for him. âUntil the rodeo. We can work on the house, and in the small snatches of time when the boys arenât around, we can do...more grown-up activities.â
Brock smiled.
âWe better make them a good nine days.â
A new book is always an exciting and nerve-racking challenge, but starting a new book in a new series in an entirely new line takes it to a whole different level. Oh, and donât forget the rambunctious toddler who just loves to press buttons on my laptop!
Suffice it to say, writing this book taught me a lot about myself, and Iâm thankful for all of the people who helped, especially my husband and my amazing editor, Johanna.
Despite the challenges, I canât wait to write more novels set in little Spring Valley, and Iâm happy there are so many characters left whose stories need to be told. I look forward to writing them and giving each of them the happily-ever-after they deserve.
The McNealsâa family of adopted siblings, a meddling mother and a sweetheart fatherâhave stolen my heart. I hope they do the same to you.
Happy reading,
Ali
ALI OLSON is a longtime resident of Las Vegas, Nevada, where she has been teaching English at the high school and college levels for the past seven years. Ali has found a passion for writing sexy romance novels, both contemporary and historical, and is enthusiastic about her newly discovered career. She loves reading, writing and traveling with her husband and constant companion, Joe. She appreciates hearing from readers. Write to her at authoraliolson.com.
For my siblings.
To Claire, for her enthusiasm; to Alaina, for her love and support; and to Jerrod, because I think youâll be embarrassed having a romance novel dedicated to you and that amuses me.
Contents
Brock McNeal breathed deeply, moving his body in time with the jumping, twisting animal beneath him, and counted the seconds. Six...seven...eight.
The whistle sounded and he jumped off the bucking bull as bullfighters surrounded them, rolling to his feet and away from the large animal.
Brock soaked in the roar of the crowd. It hadnât been a great ride, he knew, but heâd hung on to Big Tex, one of the wildest bulls he had ever faced, and the audience was showing their appreciation. He tipped his hat to them and slid a wink over to a group of buckle bunnies holding signs, their skintight clothing leaving little to the imagination.
He almost didnât hear the shouts behind him as he basked in the glow of the crowd, but eventually he registered that something was wrong in the ring. Before he could turn around, two thousand pounds of animal flesh and muscle slammed into Brock, pushing him to the ground.
A hoof slammed into the ground inches from his face, kicking dirt into his eyes. Brock lay still, waiting for the next hoof, the one that would break his arm, puncture a lung or crack his skull.
After another few seconds, he opened his eyes to see the sky above him. The bullfighters had pulled the stomping, twisting bull away and out of the ring. The audience was silent, waiting to see how injured he was.
Brock jumped to his feet, tossed another smile to the people noisily showing their approval and walked out of the ring to join the other riders, enjoying the feeling of adrenaline pounding through his veins.
After receiving congratulations from the pack of men, Brock set off toward his truck.
