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    Her First Rodeo: A BWWM Interracial Contemporary Western Romance
    Her First Rodeo: A BWWM Interracial Contemporary Western Romance
    Her First Rodeo: A BWWM Interracial Contemporary Western Romance
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    Her First Rodeo: A BWWM Interracial Contemporary Western Romance

    By Dina Marie

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    Asha: My boyfriend wants the country life. So, I've given up New York and traded in my high heels for cowboy boots. I've given up everything to follow him and everything's going great, until I see something that ruins my life. Now, I'm stranded in a place that I know nothing about. How will I ever get back home? 

    Caleb: My brothers are at it again. The youngest of seven, I'm the baby and they treat me like it too. Not to say that I can blame them. I've been known to be wild and free. I'm sitting at the rodeo, enjoying a beer when I first see her, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I don't know her story, but I know in an instant that I want to be a part of it. 

    Our whole lives are turned upside down in an instant. The closer we get, the bigger the secrets that are hidden. Can we make it through this together? Or was it all just doomed from the start. 
     

    Note: The cover story is a sweet & sexy 15,000 word stand alone novella, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after!

    This book contains spicy love scenes, colorful language, and bonus stories for 18+ readers.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDina Marie
    Release dateNov 15, 2018
    ISBN9781386961161
    Her First Rodeo: A BWWM Interracial Contemporary Western Romance

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      Asha

      It’s so damn hot. I wave the program in my face, but the heat just escalates. Sighing, I glance around the arena. Jake is nowhere in sight. A part of me wants to go looking for him, but I don’t want to be that overwhelming kind of girlfriend. Instead, I look down, watching the next hopeful cowboy hop onto a bull and hold on for dear life.

      Jake is the reason that I’m here. He decided that he wanted to leave the city. It was his words that made me follow him out here. Now, where is he? Nowhere to be found. I sigh. All I want to do is go back to the hotel, lie underneath the air conditioning and watch some TV.

      It’s not just that though. I feel awkward that I’m one of the only dark-skinned people in the crowd. Having lived in New York for so long, I’m used to an array of people from all over the world. Maybe I’ll go get something to drink.

      I push out of my chair. I’m sure Jake will be back; he just tends to wander off. He has one of those charming smiles that attracts people to him in an instant. I’ve watched him charm the pants off of an angry person more than once. Although it’s a cute quality, I’m still a little disappointed that he’s not here now.

      Maybe I’m just being selfish. After all, Jake has been there for me through a lot; he held my hand when I was overwhelmed with school, when my father died and through every storm we’ve ever encountered. So why do I feel so anxious?

      It’s just the heat. That’s what I tell myself as I make my way to the concession stands. I can already smell the aroma of cooking hot dogs, popcorn and yeasty beer. The beer calls my name and I decide: Why not? I deserve it.

      After waiting in the long lines, I make my way back to my seat with a hotdog and a beer. As I’m heading down, I glance around, my eyes searching for Jake. He’s still nowhere in sight. A longing feeling settles in to my chest. I’m used to seeing his blond hair, blue eyes and crooked smile. Now that I’m so far away from home, I’m really craving him.

      Just thinking it makes me feel so needy. In New York, I was a successful business woman. I graduated young, at sixteen, from high school. After college, I found a successful home in accounting. I love numbers. They’re so pure, so easy, so right or wrong.

      Pushing my way through the crowd, I can finally see my seat. I pass by a row and pause. For a moment, I think I see Jake, but that thought quickly evaporates when I take a second look. This man looks much different. He has a rugged look—square jaw, brown eyes and dark hair, all buried beneath a cowboy hat. As I glance at him, he tips his hat and offers me the barest of smiles.

      What was that? A feeling like electricity shoots through my body. I feel heat race from my neck down to the insides of my thighs. He’s gorgeous. Beyond that, there’s a mischievous quality in his eyes that makes me dangerously curious. My eyes hold his for much too long before I force myself to walk on.

      I’m a taken woman. There’s no way I can start thinking about the handsome stranger that’s only… four rows above me. I force my eyes to the space below and watch a bull buck a man clear through the air. Wincing, I pull out my phone.

      I’ve never cared for violence. Looking down below, I can almost smell the blood and sweat and it makes me queasy. Where the hell is Jake? I want to be back at the hotel, buried underneath the blankets in an ice-cold room.

      My hotdog and beer are finished by the time I’m fed up. I push my dark hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear as I scan the stadium once more. Jake is still nowhere in sight. Anger works its way up my throat until I’m practically choking on it.

      It’s Saturday. If I were still back home, I’d be getting ready to go out for the night. My best friends would be egging me on to slip into a tiny dress, put on my sexiest heels and go dancing. Or I’d be cuddling up with Jake, my head resting on his chest as his fingers stroked my arm

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