Whatcha Gonna Do With a Cowboy (A Sample) (Chapter 1, page 1 of 6)

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Chapter 1

"Morning, beautiful," a gravelly voice whispered as something nipped at my earlobe. "How'd you sleep?"

I didn't open my eyes. I'd had this dream a million times before. One hand slid up my thigh while a pair of tender lips kissed me along my shoulder blade. If I opened my eyes, I'd be alone in my apartment with Hemmingway, my mastiff, licking my cheek. For once I wanted to let the dream play out.

The brush of rough hair against my back and an itchy blanket on my breast caused my eyes to pop open. The memory of the night before rushed back as I bolted upright in bed and stared at the man lying beside me.

I couldn't have… I wouldn't have… I'd never…


He stared at me. "Somethin' wrong, darlin'?"

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I'd been in a bar, gotten drunk, talked about marrying some guy named Miller, and I'd actually left with him then… Nothing. I forced a smile and muttered, "Nothing, Mr. Miller. Nothing at all."

I slid out of bed, carefully taking the blanket with me as not reveal anymore of myself than was necessary. Still, I could feel him watching me roam around what I assumed was his bedroom (because clearly, small room that housed on king size dark wood four post bed, matching night stand with its brass desk lamp on top was not my bedroom.) I tried to keep what remained of my dignity and composure all the while searching for my clothes like a nudist on an Easter egg hunt. I reached down to pull my bra out from under his foot of his bed, but only one cup came up.

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