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Montana Bounty Hunters: Dead Horse, Book 5

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MONTANA BOUNTY HUNTERS:
DEAD HORSE, MT
Authentic Men… Real Adventures…

A lonely, bounty-hunting cowboy looking for one last great adventure may have found it in a girl with serious curves…

Lucas “Cowboy” Brown, felt restless after he left the SEALs. The Texas Hill Country no longer felt like home, so he accepted a job from an old SEAL buddy looking to hire bounty hunters in Dead Horse, Montana. A fish out of water in a frozen pond, Lucas meets a pretty girl while guarding a prisoner in a hospital, and one day and one night later, he’s taking her back to his place in Dead Horse. Yeah, he’s moving fast, but he’s not letting this one get away.

Colleen Bradley has a checkered job history and a spotty relationship with her brother, but she’s sure, this time, she’s making the right decision. For as long as Cowboy wants her in his life, she’s going for it. When he’s injured, their relationship is strained, but she’s making friends in Dead Horse, and she’s found a job she thinks she’s born to do.

Together, Cowboy and Colleen throw doubts and inhibitions to the wind. They’re in for one helluva a wild ride.

Read an Excerpt

He was sleeping with the back of his head against the wall and a cowboy hat tilted over his face to shut out the overhead lights. His chair was a curved hard plastic and looked tiny in comparison to his large body. He wore jeans, very scuffed cowboy boots, and a plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows with the sleeves of a thermal shirt stretched to his wrists. The hat shouted that he probably wasn’t from around here, but the thermal shirt in mid-October sealed it.

Colleen Bradley lowered the top of her magazine just a little more to give his body a onceover, knowing she was safe because no one else was around to see her ogling the hot cowboy.

Lord have mercy, the man had muscles on his muscles, a thick chest, tapered waist, thighs like tree trunks. The beard sprouting on his cheeks and chin was dark, maybe black. She wished she could see more of his face so she’d have a reason to lose interest. No way could he be handsome as well or the world would just be too cruel.

A man like that wasn’t meant for a woman with curves too soft and rounded. He’d need a woman with stamina, while she huffed and puffed climbing the stairs up to her apartment on the second floor. Well, it didn’t hurt to look.

Until it did.

Suddenly, he straightened in his chair and tipped back his hat.

Damn, the man was fine, fine, fine.

He stood, removed his hat, and raked a hand through his short black hair.

Darn, he wasn’t bald. Did the man have any flaws? Maybe he had a high squeaky voice. Maybe he was gay—which would be disappointing, but then she’d turn her eyes elsewhere. Maybe he had a horrible temper, was a narcissist—someone as hot as he was might be entitled to think he was the moon and stars and all that…

He turned to peer into the room he sat outside of, his hands on either side of the wide doorframe, which gave her a view of his toned back and ass, and man, she had the sinking suspicion the man really was perfect.

His gaze shot sideways, toward her, and she quickly lifted her magazine to cut off the sight of him. Maybe he wouldn’t know she’d been eating him up with her gaze for a while now. How embarrassing would it be to see him smirk? And again, how disappointing. Then again, if he was a jerk, he’d be a whole lot less fascinating.

Colleen lowered the magazine to find him staring right at her.

“Was I snorin’?”

Shit, was that a southern drawl? “What?” she asked, pretending she hadn’t been watching him while he’d slept.

“You know, that magazine’s upside down.”

Her jaw dropped, and she glanced down at the magazine. It was not upside down.

“You had to look, though, didn’t ya?” A grin stretched across his handsome face, revealing two perfect dimples in his cheeks.




			Cowboy Montana Bounty Hunters: Dead Horse, Book 5 NOW AVAILABLE Order Ebook: Kindle \| Nook \| Kobo \| Apple Books \| Google Play \| Smashwords Order Print: Amazon *MONTANA BOUNTY HUNTERS:* *DEAD HORSE, MT* *Authentic Men… Real Adventures…* A lonely, bounty-hunting cowboy looking for one last great adventure may have found it in a girl with serious curves… Lucas “Cowboy” Brown, felt restless after he left the SEALs. The Texas Hill Country no longer felt like home, so he accepted a job from an old SEAL buddy looking to hire bounty hunters in Dead Horse, Montana. A fish out of water in a frozen pond, Lucas meets a pretty girl while guarding a prisoner in a hospital, and one day and one night later, he’s taking her back to his place in Dead Horse. Yeah, he’s moving fast, but he’s not letting this one get away. Colleen Bradley has a checkered job history and a spotty relationship with her brother, but she’s sure, this time, she’s making the right decision. For as long as Cowboy wants her in his life, she’s going for it. When he’s injured, their relationship is strained, but she’s making friends in Dead Horse, and she’s found a job she thinks she’s born to do. Together, Cowboy and Colleen throw doubts and inhibitions to the wind. They’re in for one helluva a wild ride. Read an Excerpt He was sleeping with the back of his head against the wall and a cowboy hat tilted over his face to shut out the overhead lights. His chair was a curved hard plastic and looked tiny in comparison to his large body. He wore jeans, very scuffed cowboy boots, and a plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows with the sleeves of a thermal shirt stretched to his wrists. The hat shouted that he probably wasn’t from around here, but the thermal shirt in mid-October sealed it. Colleen Bradley lowered the top of her magazine just a little more to give his body a onceover, knowing she was safe because no one else was around to see her ogling the hot cowboy. Lord have mercy, the man had muscles on his muscles, a thick chest, tapered waist, thighs like tree trunks. The beard sprouting on his cheeks and chin was dark, maybe black. She wished she could see more of his face so she’d have a reason to lose interest. No way could he be handsome as well or the world would just be too cruel. A man like that wasn’t meant for a woman with curves too soft and rounded. He’d need a woman with stamina, while she huffed and puffed climbing the stairs up to her apartment on the second floor. Well, it didn’t hurt to look. Until it did. Suddenly, he straightened in his chair and tipped back his hat. Damn, the man was fine, fine, fine. He stood, removed his hat, and raked a hand through his short black hair. Darn, he wasn’t bald. Did the man have any flaws? Maybe he had a high squeaky voice. Maybe he was gay—which would be disappointing, but then she’d turn her eyes elsewhere. Maybe he had a horrible temper, was a narcissist—someone as hot as he was might be entitled to think he was the moon and stars and all that… He turned to peer into the room he sat outside of, his hands on either side of the wide doorframe, which gave her a view of his toned back and ass, and man, she had the sinking suspicion the man really was perfect. His gaze shot sideways, toward her, and she quickly lifted her magazine to cut off the sight of him. Maybe he wouldn’t know she’d been eating him up with her gaze for a while now. How embarrassing would it be to see him smirk? And again, how disappointing. Then again, if he was a jerk, he’d be a whole lot less fascinating. Colleen lowered the magazine to find him staring right at her. “Was I snorin’?” Shit, was that a southern drawl? “What?” she asked, pretending she hadn’t been watching him while he’d slept. “You know, that magazine’s upside down.” Her jaw dropped, and she glanced down at the magazine. It was not upside down. “You had to look, though, didn’t ya?” A grin stretched across his handsome face, revealing two perfect dimples in his cheeks.