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Authors: Ylette Pearson

Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction

Her Bareback Cowboys

Table of Contents

Legal Page

Title Page

Book Description

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

New Excerpt

About the Author

Publisher Page

A Totally Bound Publication

Her Bareback Cowboys

ISBN #
978-1-78430-184-2

©Copyright Ylette Pearson 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright August 2014

Edited by Jennifer Douglas

Totally Bound Publishing

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

 

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

 

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The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

 

Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

 

 

Warning:

 

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Burning
and a
Sexometer
of
2.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HER BAREBACK COWBOYS

 

 

Ylette Pearson

 

 

 

When riding bareback proves too much of a temptation to resist…

 

When the Groundhog Saddle Company awards twenty-six-year-old freelance photographer and divorcee, Adrian Barlow the coveted assignment of advertising their saddles and other leather products, she jumps at the opportunity. Her bank account is in dire need of replenishing and her reputation as a photographer hangs by a shred over a bottomless abyss. Even when her employer informs her that her duties include playing babysitter for the two cowboys they hired for the job, she doesn’t complain. She needs the money too much to be fussy.

 

Texan rodeo stars Wade Randall and Maverick Green agree to play fashion model for a couple of months because Wade needs the money to buy his own ranch in Texas and Maverick must rest his injured shoulder. However, nothing prepared them for the sight of Adrian when she collects them at the OR Tambo International Airport in South Africa.

 

The attraction between the three is instantaneous and the sexual tension so thick it clogs up the interior of Adrian’s four-wheel-drive Toyota Land Cruiser, but none of them are in the market for a serious relationship. Adrian’s past sexual mistakes caused her financial misery and she has no desire for a repeat performance while the men’s plans for life exclude permanent partners for a long time to come.

 

Isolated on a working farm in the Highveld of the Mpumalanga Province, Adrian is unable to resist the sexual pleasures the two cowboys promise. With the firm understanding that none of them wants a serious relationship, they embark on a journey of sexual discovery that melts the cold winter days.

 

However, when old acquaintances from Adrian’s past arrive, she learns that over-indulgence always comes at a price…

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

 

To my own life-long hero for effortlessly keeping the romance going.

 

 

Trademarks Acknowledgement

 

 

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

 

Toyota Land Cruiser: Toyota Corporation

Smarties: Nestlé

Air France: Air France-KLM

Colgate: Colgate-Palmolive Company

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

Wade Randall gripped the armrest while the plane hurtled toward the OR Tambo airport. The fuselage screeched as turbulence shook the metal frame. Fear dried the saliva in his mouth to dust and sent his heart ramming against his ribcage. Around him, passengers prepared for the imminent landing with muted but excited voices. How could they be so calm? Didn’t they know that landing was the most dangerous part of flying?

For the past half-hour, he’d watched as the buildings beneath the plane grew larger. The colorful rooftops failed to brighten the bleak South African winter landscape. What was he thinking, climbing aboard an airplane to fly halfway around the world to star in a commercial? He was a rodeo cowboy, not a fashion model. A stubborn bull he could handle, but prancing around in front of a camera?

He sighed and glanced at his companion fidgeting in his seat. Maverick Green had been his best friend since he could remember and the reason Wade was sitting in the plane. When Maverick’s friend who owned a saddle manufacturing company asked if he knew of two reasonably handsome cowboys he could use in his advertisement, Maverick had immediately volunteered the two of them, knowing Wade could use the money.

“Remember, this was your idea,” he said as Maverick moved his long legs to find a more comfortable spot.

Maverick grimaced. “Don’t remind me. My ass has to have changed into a square box after sitting this long.”

“How’s your shoulder holding up?”

Maverick touched his left shoulder. “Okay, I guess. I wouldn’t mind getting out of this seat, though.”

Wade was short on sympathy. It served him right that he had to cramp his big frame into the narrow seat and ended up resembling the Hunchback from Notre Dame for most of the flight. After all, this whole thing was Maverick’s idea.

Although his own bum felt like a thousand horses had trampled over it, Wade was used to roughing it. Maverick, on the other hand, never had to withstand the rougher side of life unless he thought it might be an adventure—which almost never happened. After nearly a day and a half of waiting at airports and squeezing into airplane seats, Wade was just about ready to return home.

If only the money the Groundhog Saddle Company had offered them to advertise the saddles wasn’t so good, he’d be on the first plane out of here. After this job, the balance in his savings account would be enough to buy his ranch. He closed his eyes as the ranch he’d set his heart on, flashed in his mind. Yep, even if he knew absolutely nothing about promoting products or acting like god’s gift to women in front of the camera, the payoff would be worth it. Besides, like Maverick had said, how difficult could it be to test a couple of saddles, smile their endorsement and collect their paycheck?

“Did you see the names of the photographer and video crew?” Maverick waved the pamphlet from the saddle company in front of Wade’s face and Wade opened his eyes. “It’s disgusting. They hired an all-male crew.” Maverick sighed melodramatically. “How are we going to entertain ourselves on a farm without female company?”

Wade swatted the pamphlet away. “Maybe they thought you needed some celibacy. After your last disaster of a relationship, I would’ve thought you’d welcome the opportunity to be without women for a while.”

Maverick shuddered, straightened in his chair and frowned. “Don’t remind me. The last thing I need is another clinging woman. I swear I didn’t give Judy any reason to believe we were more than just casual lovers. Hell, I never stayed over at her place or she at mine.”

Wade grinned. “You banged her twice a week. Maybe that’s why she had the wedding dress picked out.”

Maverick cocked his head to the side. “She knew I had other lovers. She—and you—even shared some of them. How could she have thought I wanted a future with her?” He shifted in his seat again. “Maybe you’re right. It might be a good thing to abstain for the duration of this trip.”

“You’re sure you can manage without sex for three weeks without becoming crusty?” Wade drawled.

Maverick grinned. “Sure as hell’s worth giving it a try.”

The announcement over the public address system saved Wade from answering. He donned his seatbelt then pulled his chair upright. The end of their long journey was in sight and he couldn’t wait to feel solid ground under his feet again. Regardless of how fearless everyone thought cowboys to be, flying scared the crap out of him.

 

* * * *

 

According to the overhead notice boards, the Air France plane had landed on time and the passengers were disembarking. Adrian Barlow cradled the cup in her hand and carefully sipped at the hot coffee. Despite the July chill, a droplet of sweat trickled down her chest to disappear between her breasts. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs under the table.

Too much depended on her completing this assignment. If she failed, her career as a photographer was over. Finished. You didn’t get a third chance when you’d screwed up as badly as she had.

Around her, passengers and family swirled, ebbing and flowing with the arrival and departure of airplanes. Everyone was in a hurry to get out of the impersonal atmosphere of the OR Tambo Airport, one of the South African airports where construction appeared to be never-ending.

Adrian’s hand jerked and her cup crashed onto the saucer as a toddler flew into a screaming fit at an adjacent table. When her heartbeat returned to some semblance of normal, she glanced their way. The flush on the woman’s face and her harried expression bore testament that this had been a long day for both mother and child.

Adrian focused on her coffee again. Good thing her own maternal instincts had taken a hike after her divorce. Raising a child when her life was as ordered as a box of Smarties would be disastrous. At twenty-six, she needed men for a good romp in the hay, nothing more. No relationships and definitely no commitment.

The doors of the international arrivals slid open and disgorged a steady stream of passengers. From the photos the advertising company had sent her, she should recognize her charges easily. They were cowboys—real ones, not actors pretending to be American.
Yeah right, as if they will be the only cowboys on the flight from Houston
. She had to babysit them for the following three weeks and all she had besides their photos was the knowledge that they were cowboys and household names in United States rodeo circuit.

The fee she charged for this assignment would be enough to get her studio upgraded and her reputation restored. She figured if she could handle the fickle emotions of male models with egos the size of the Grand Canyon, a couple of honest-to-goodness cowboys shouldn’t be a problem.

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