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    His Desperate Bride (BBW Western Romance – Millionaire Cowboys 3): Millionaire Cowboys, #3
    His Desperate Bride (BBW Western Romance – Millionaire Cowboys 3): Millionaire Cowboys, #3
    His Desperate Bride (BBW Western Romance – Millionaire Cowboys 3): Millionaire Cowboys, #3
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    His Desperate Bride (BBW Western Romance – Millionaire Cowboys 3): Millionaire Cowboys, #3

    By Jenn Roseton

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    Curvy Summer Walsh is in trouble. Accused of embezzlement, she’s determined to clear her name. 

    When she meets Ford Coltson, she tells herself she has no time for romance. She only has a few days before her crooked boss turns her into the authorities for a crime she didn’t commit!

    Ford vows to help her, and Summer loses her heart to him in the process. But does he feel the same way about her? The good looking rancher can have any woman he wants. Does he really want her – and her curves?

    This is a novella of 28,000 words and can be read as a stand-alone.


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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJenn Roseton
    Release dateMay 21, 2016
    ISBN9781533736543
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      His Desperate Bride (BBW Western Romance – Millionaire Cowboys 3) - Jenn Roseton

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Thanks to Gail for answering my questions. Thank you to Nicole, my ARC team and my wonderful readers!

      COPYRIGHT PAGE

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      EPILOGUE

      Titles by Jenn Roseton

      CHAPTER 1

      Ford Coltson sipped his beer and surveyed the dimly lit bar. There were women of all ages and sizes but none piqued his interest. None.

      He frowned. This wasn’t the first time this had happened lately, either. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been tempted by a willing female.

      He placed his glass on the counter with a thunk, just as a popular rock song started playing. Might as well go home. Alone. His new Angus bull was arriving tomorrow, and after the money he’d paid for the creature, he wanted to ensure he arrived safely.

      Then he saw her, standing in an alcove across the room. Ford sank back down onto the bar stool, his gaze riveted to her.

      There was a sweetness, a freshness to her that he could make out, even in the shadowy surroundings. She was dressed casually in wide-legged black pants and a soft purple long-sleeved sweater underneath an unzipped black coat. Her attire might have blended in with the other female patrons, but the rest of her did not.

      Something about her screamed that this was not her usual haunt.

      The girl – woman, he supposed, since she appeared to be in her mid-twenties, appeared to be focused on a man sitting at one of the tables, nursing a drink. Ford had noticed him when he’d entered the bar, but hadn’t paid him any attention.

      Now, his gaze raked over the middle-aged man – balding, the top button of his shirt unfastened, his dark tie loosened.

      Who was he? Why was she paying attention to him?

      And not me? His mouth edged into a self-deprecating smile. It had only been about thirty seconds, but he knew he was doomed.

      Doomed.

      He wondered if this was how it had been for his elder brothers, Gage and Zach. He’d been mystified at how intensely both men had fallen in love – Gage with Heather, and Zach with Megan. He’d even suspected Megan of faking her amnesia to take advantage of Zach, about which he’d been proven wrong.

      Now he got it.

      Boy, did he ever.

      He reached for his beer, hesitated, then withdrew his hand. He needed a completely clear head tonight.

      Ford continued staring at the woman across the room. To his surprise, she didn’t seem to notice his attempt to make eye contact. Instead, all her energy seemed to be concentrated on that guy at the table.

      His groin tightened as he catalogued her features. She was a little on the short side, maybe five four. Her blonde hair was shoulder length, and loose, brushing past the purple neckline of her sweater. She looked to be both intelligent and the sweetest girl next door he’d never met. Her eyes weren’t plastered with layers of dark make-up like some of the other women in here. And her lips didn’t sport the blood red lipstick that occasionally reminded him of a vampire. She didn’t need any of that stuff. She was perfect exactly the way she was.

      Her curves and generous breasts tempted a man to come closer and make contact with her, but to his surprise she hadn’t been approached by a guy – yet.

      Maybe her intense focus on the man at the table was scaring them off.

      Good. One less hassle for him. Because he knew he would do whatever it took to take her home with him tonight.

      And never let her go.

      He scowled. Where had that thought come from?

      At thirty-two, he’d always preferred casual relationships and had had his fair share of them – until now. Ford took a deep breath and let the truth of it settle over him.

      Yeah, he was doomed.

      His gaze sharpened as she straightened, her eyes widening. Another man, who looked to be in his fifties, had arrived at the table, greeting the dude she’d been watching. They exchanged a few words, then the newcomer, who was tall and thin, sat down.

      They spoke again, then the thin guy gave a letter-sized envelope to the man who’d apparently been waiting for him. The newcomer stood, said a few more words to the balding man, scanned the room, appeared to be satisfied, then strode outside.

      Ford’s gaze swung over to the alcove, wanting to see her reaction to the exchange. She stood statue still, appearing to press her spine into the brick wall, as if not wanting to be seen.

      He’d been right. She’d obviously been spying on the two guys. But why?

      She moved swiftly to the back of the bar, heading towards the ladies’ room. He knew there was a back door tucked away there – out of sight, unless you knew where to look for it. Did she?

      There was only one way to find out.

      ***

      Summer Walsh groped for the back door. Had Sutton Tully seen her? Her hand shook as she grabbed the handle and pushed open the door.

      Frigid night air rushed to greet her – a typical March night in Montana. Murky lighting from the lone light bulb showed the empty wooden crates strewn around the back entrance. Luckily, she’d spotted the rear door when she’d fled from the alcove. All she wanted to do was get in her car and go home. She couldn’t be sure she hadn’t been spotted by Sutton or her boss, Warren Blatch. The sooner she—

      Need some help? A low, masculine voice halted her footsteps.

      She froze.

      Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face the stranger, her fingers tightening on her purse. She should have stayed inside where it was relatively safe. And warm. Not left via the back door.

      Her next thought was lost as she took a good look at the man in front of her. Tall. His hair looked dark, although it was hard to tell exactly what color in the dim lighting. His features were compressed into a grimace - or perhaps it was supposed to be an enticing grin. Either way, she wasn’t interested. She couldn’t afford to be distracted right now.

      No, thanks. She swiveled away. He didn’t look like he was going to mug her, but the sooner she got to her car, the better.

      If you don’t want that guy to know you were here, you need to make sure he’s not still out in the parking lot.

      She slowly turned around. How did he know ...?

      Holding her breath, she looked up at him. The grimace/grin had disappeared and now his expression only seemed to hold concern.

      What ... what do you mean? A shiver ran down her spine as she gave herself permission to really take him all in.

      He wore jeans, a button down shirt, and a black leather jacket his broad shoulders filled out admirably. Her gaze flickered downwards. And cowboy boots. Of course. What else would a good-looking guy wear at a bar in Montana, whether he was a genuine cowboy or stuck in a cubicle forty hours per week?

      His features were clear-cut, even in the dull lighting. A face that would probably make some women swoon - a straight nose, firm jaw, cheekbones that made his face even more handsome. Confidence enveloped him, and she wondered if a woman had ever turned him down for a date. Not that she wanted him to ask her out.

      As if he would. Men like him weren’t interested in women like her. With real figures, which included breasts and hips. And a gently rounded tummy, no matter how many sit-ups she huffed and puffed through, or lettuce leaves she ate.

      So last year she’d decided to stop torturing herself and accept what nature had given her. Which usually meant not much interest from men – at all. The story of her life.

      He seemed to be trying to break the news gently to her. I saw you watching the bald guy at the table. And your reaction when the tall, thin man met up with him.

      She stared at him, deciphering his words.

      When she didn’t say anything, he added, If you want to check he’s gone, you can get a good look at the parking lot from the front door.

      You were watching me? She didn’t think anyone had noticed her. And she didn’t want anyone to, until she was

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