HER SECRET RANGER
The Men of At Ease Ranch #2
By Donna Michaels
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Blurb:
Kissing the sexy soldier was a dare she couldn’t resist…
By-the-book event planner Beth Brannigan’s best friend dared her to kiss a cowboy. She should have said no. Instead, she said please…again and again. If her brother finds out she’s dating—okay, kissing—okay, sleeping with—one of his military buddies, he’ll kill her. Assuming he doesn’t kill his friend first.
Former Army Ranger Brick Mitchum isn’t a relationship kind of guy. But then he meets Beth and starts to wonder if maybe it’s time he settled down. She’s mysterious. Unpredictable. Curvy in every way he needs… And hiding something. He’s just got to figure out what.
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Excerpt:
Release Date: March 6th, 2017
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All afternoon Beth
found it hard to concentrate. A first.
Normally,
she lived and breathed work, and took great joy in the planning and execution
of events. And this one was personal. It was her best friend’s wedding.
Still,
she found herself reliving those incredible kisses she’s shared with Brick at
the fair. In front of Rachel.
Heat
rushed into her cheeks at the thought of what they must’ve looked like
devouring each other in public. At least, she’d felt devoured. And wanted. Oh
man, she certainly wanted more, but she kind of always had the impression he
was a bit of a Casanova.
So
when he’d actually asked her out to dinner, her mind completely blanked.
“Earth
to Beth.” Fingers snapped in front of her face, bringing her mind to the
present and the fact it was late afternoon and they were sitting in Rachel’s
kitchen, drinking iced tea. “There you are. Although, I’m pretty sure I know
where you were. Back in that cowboy’s arms. You two were hot.” Rachel pulled
out her phone. “See?”
She
gasped. “You took a photo?” She swiped the cell from her friend’s outstretched
hand then sucked in another breath at the picture of her and Brick melting into
each other. “Damn.”
“I
know, right? You two sure heated up that fairway. It’s a good thing Cord hadn’t
shown up.”
“Oh
my God.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Can you imagine?”
Beth
knew the reason Cord had always given her dates the third degree was because
he’d taken it upon himself to fill in for their father, who’d died when she was
ten. But it hadn’t lessened her frustration. Even during Skype chats while on
deployment he’d always inquired about her social life. Eventually Beth
refrained from dating, because she didn’t want him worrying about her while he
was out there putting his life in danger.
Her
focus changed. She’d started working and saving money to take some online
courses. Money was too tight for her to go to college, although she’d never
admit it to Cord. The guy was sacrificing enough for the family, sending his
checks home, never spending money or going on vacations when he was back on
leave.
“The
fists would’ve flown, for sure.” Rachel grinned, stirring her iced tea.
“Although I don’t think it would’ve been as easy to pull this kisser off you.
He was full of hard muscle, wasn’t he?”
She
nodded. Brick lived up to his name. He was ripped, and she suspected, former
military. The way he carried himself reminded her of her brother. Confident.
Sure. And the way the sexy cowboy walked with a lethal agility made her hot and
bothered. Then there was the tattoo on his arm. An eagle with other symbols she
refused to look at closely and deliberately didn’t acknowledge. Last thing she
needed was verbal confirmation Brick was in the military. With her luck, her
brother probably knew the guy.
God…was
it really wise to go out on another date?
Her
gaze dropped to the photo on the phone in her hand, and her heart literally
skipped a beat. Yes…yes, it was wise. And wonderful, new, and addicting.
And
if she didn’t get a move on, she was going to be late.
“I’ve
got to go.” She slid the phone across the table to her friend then rose to her
feet to take her empty glass to the sink.
“Call
me first thing tomorrow morning and let me know how it went,” Rachel said,
joining her by the sink. “Or better yet, tonight if he leaves. But I hope he
stays. He kind of looked like a guy with mega stamina. You could use an
all-nighter.”
“Rachel!”
She turned to stare at her grinning friend who had no clue how right she was
about Brick’s stamina. Although he hadn’t stayed the whole night. Yet.
“What?”
Rachel quirked a brow. “I know you agree. I can see it in your eyes.”
Lordy,
she didn’t need her friend to see anything else. She walked to the table to
grab her purse and forced memories of a naked, ripped, Brick and his mega
stamina from her mind. “Talk to your fiancé about the new menu choices the
caterer gave us today. And don’t forget to find out about guests with food
allergies.”
“I
will.” Rachel pointed to the clock on the wall. “You are officially done today.
No more work. Go have fun with your sexy cowboy.”
Beth
saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Eight
minutes later, she parked behind the hotel in front of her room, and some
common sense returned with her. Seeing this guy was foolish. She wasn’t a fling
kind of girl, and her life wasn’t in Braxton. She lived over two hours away.
With
a sigh, she pulled her cell from her purse and brought up his number. Secret
Cowboy. A smile tugged her lips. She really liked his sense of humor. Among
other things.
All
the more reason to hit call and cancel the date. Get out now before her heart
got as involved as her body—which refused to tap the dang screen.
She
was still waging the inner battle when a truck pulled in next to her and her
secret cowboy unfolded from the cab.
Shoot.
Too late.
Shoving
the phone back in her purse, she took a deep breath and then opened the door.
She’d just have to cancel in person.
“Hey,
angel.” His sexy drawl sent shivers of awareness down her body, with extra
emphasis on her good parts. Parts he knew how to make feel real good. “Just get
back?”
She
nodded, trying to find the right words and the courage to say them as he
rounded his truck and drew near, looking sexier than he had a right to in a
charcoal gray button-down shirt, black pants, Stetson, and boots. He’d changed.
Holy crow, he looked absolutely delicious.
Didn’t
matter. It was best if she said her piece. By the time she got her mouth to
open, he was in front of her, cupping her face with his big hands and bringing
her lips to his in a kiss that curled her toes.
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Don't Miss the first title in the series:
IN A RANGER'S ARMS
Now a USA Today Bestseller
About the Author:
Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USAToday bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname Lucy…and sometimes Ethel. From short to epic, her books entertain readers across a variety of sub-genres, and one has even being hand drawn into a Japanese
translation. Now, if only she could read it.
