Ride: A Cowboy Romance - Roxie Noir

\nIt's the chance of a lifetime: photograph the World Rodeo Championships.\n \n \n\n \nThere are only a couple of rules: don't get in the way, don't get trampled, and don't get frisky with the cowboys. \n \n \n\n \nAs if I need to be told. I tried that once when I was dumb, drunk, and eighteen, and no matter how good it felt I'm not about to make that mistake again. \n \n \n\n \nI'm here to make a name for myself, not become another buckle bunny.\n \n \n\n \nI'm a professional, and I don't care how charming Jackson Cody, two-time World Rodeo Champion, might be.\n \n \n\n \nEven if it turns out he does remember our brief encounter all those years ago when I was dumb and drunk.\n \n \n\n \nAnd especially not if he wants to re-start right where we left off.\n \n \n\n \nIt's a terrible idea. This gig is the beginning of the rest of my life. A foot in the door. A way to prove I can be taken seriously, and Jackson is nothing more than pretty eyes, a cocky smile, and a mouth that makes the phrase yes ma'am sound absolutely filthy.\n \n \n\n \nProblem is, I know what else that mouth can do.\n \n \n\n \nI've got a five-year plan. He barely thinks more than eight seconds ahead.\n \n \n\n \nBut when he rides? \n \n \n\n \nIt's perfect.\n