Authors: Lorelei James
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“The down-and-dirty, rough-and-tumble Blacktop Cowboys kept me up long past my bedtime. Scorchingly hot, wickedly naughty.”
—Lacey Alexander, author of
Bad Girl by Night
“Hang on to your cowboy hats because this book is scorching hot!”
“Lorelei James excels at creating new and evocative fantasies.”
—The Romance Studio
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—Fallen Angel Reviews
“[A] wild, sexy ride.”
“Plenty of steamy love scenes that will have you reaching for your own hottie!”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Smokin’ hot cowboys [and] lots of Western charm.”
—Fiction Vixen Book Reviews
“Lorelei James knows how to write fun, sexy, and hot stories.”
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Saddled and Spurred
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data:
Wrangled and tangled: a blacktop cowboys™ novel/Lorelei James. p. cm.
ISBN : 978-1-101-54584-3
1. Dude ranches—Wyoming—Fiction. 2. Threats—Fiction. 3. Man-woman relationships—Fiction. 4. Ranchers—Wyoming—
Fiction. I. Title.
Set in Tanson MT STD
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anie Fitzhugh had a new rule: Never make drunken promises at a bachelorette party.
When she’d hit the local honky-tonk for Harper Masterson’s big blowout, Harper’s former nail clients—all women over the age of seventy—insisted on buying multiple X-rated shots, including a tasty little one called a cowboy cocksucker. She’d lost track of the number she’d consumed and vaguely remembered dancing on the bar with a firecracker of a woman named Garnet. Evidently Janie had a rip-roaring time; too bad she had zero recollection of her actions after the karaoke started
Evidently she’d also promised her ex-husband, Abe Lawson, she’d owe him a favor—any favor—if he took her drunken ass home.
A favor Abe had waited a whole week to collect on.
So that’s how Janie found herself driving to the Lawson ranch on a beautiful fall morning, half in disbelief she was returning to the one place she swore she’d never go again.
As she started up the long, winding driveway, past the haystacks, the refueling station, the hopper that released the livestock supplement known as “cake,” she expected to see the same old, same old. Most ranchers were averse to any kind of change, which was one of the main issues she’d had with Abe. He maintained the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” attitude in all aspects of his life.
At first, she’d really loved Abe’s steadfastness. But eventually that trait had driven them apart.
Not that you’re completely blameless. When Abe swept you off your feet, giving you everything you told him that you wanted, how could you fault him for being the man you’d fallen in love with?
So the improvements shocked her. The dull gray house had been repainted a vibrant shade of terra-cotta. The front deck had been revamped with the addition of a sheltered arbor and a wooden porch swing. A new split rail fence separated the yard from the pasture and disappeared around the back of the house.
The outlying areas between the house and outbuildings no longer had piles of busted farm machinery, abandoned vehicles, and stacks of warped lumber. How much of the cleanup had been Hank’s wife’s doing? The cluttered state never bothered any of the Lawson siblings when Janie lived here.
The enormous wooden barn had retained the charming, weathered look. It was sandwiched between the machine shed and a new metal structure twice the size of the old one.
She parked behind a 350 Cummins diesel truck caked with mud. Made no sense why she experienced a bout of nerves.
How many times had she come home from a long day of classes to see Abe leaning against the porch rail, waiting for her with a smile on his face? No one had been as happy to see her since. Maybe she was disappointed he wasn’t waiting for her like he used to. Shoving aside her melancholy, she climbed out of her car.