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Lassoed by Love?
What’s a city girl like Lydia Emerson doing in Granger, Montana? Her movie-actress boss has given her plenty of strange assignments before, but this one trumps them all. Lydia must win herself a cowboy.
And Wes Broward is not just any cowboy. As the millionaire son of the renowned Broward ranching dynasty, he is handsome and confident enough to be a movie star himself—and he knows it. Lydia uses all her L.A. savvy to land this bachelor at a cowboy auction. But “winning” Wes is only the start of her troubles.
When one date leads to several, Lydia finds herself falling a little too hard for the charismatic cowboy. With her boss demanding all kinds of confidential information on the Broward clan, Lydia is wracked with guilt. She is just one short step away from losing it all. Will Wes bring her back into the safety in his arms—all in the name of love?
“Did you see the way that girl looked at us?” she asked in a low voice.
Wesley laughed. “I believe I’ve compromised your virtue.”
Lydia met his gaze straight on. “Then I guess you’re just going to have to marry me.”
Upstairs in her suite, Wesley pulled her into his arms without preamble. First he kissed her forehead, then her eyes, and finally, he kissed her lips.
Her lips were warm and sweet on his, causing his pleasure to radiate outward.
Wesley kissed her hungrily, as if each kiss was the last.
Lydia locked herself into his embrace as he explored the hollows of her back. “I can’t put into words just how much I want you,” he whispered.
“I want you, too,” she murmured. “But as much as I want to make love, we can’t.”
He pulled away from her slowly to look Lydia in the face. Wesley was pretty sure that he had not heard her correctly.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the sofa. “I have a rule when it comes to making love.”
“What is it?” Wesley inquired. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. Women and their rules.
“I don’t rush into bed with anyone. I want to see where this relationship is going before I even consider intimacy. I hope that you can respect that.”
“I can,” he told her.
“You aren’t too disappointed, are you?”
Wesley did not like it, but he had no choice but to respect her decision. “I guess I’ll take a cold shower to go.”
JACQUELIN THOMAS
has published more than fifty books in romance, women’s fiction and young adult genres. When she is not writing, Jacquelin enjoys spending time with her family, decorating and shopping. Jacquelin can be reached at [email protected]. Visit her website, www.jacquelinthomas.net.
Wrangling Wes
Jacquelin Thomas
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Dear Reader,
Lydia Emerson arrives in Granger, Montana, with an alias and the intent to learn more about Wes Broward, a handsome cowboy. Although in town on assignment, Lydia soon discovers that romance is in the air in Big Sky Country.
In fact, there are many others who would agree with Lydia. Montana was recently ranked as one of the top romantic states, according to NBC Montana. However, there has always been a certain romanticism connected to the West. I really enjoyed writing Wrangling Wes because this story allowed a glimpse of the beauty of Montana through the eyes of Lydia and Wes.
Best regards,
Jacquelin
Contents
Chapter 1
Wesley Broward groaned loudly as he flung his right hand toward his shrilly ringing alarm clock. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the small town of Granger, Montana, was already coming alive as cowboys working cattle on the BWB Ranch rode out to pasture to begin the day’s work.
Getting up at 4:00 a.m. every morning to saddle a horse and trot off across the prairie was not for everybody—it definitely was not Wesley’s idea of a great way to start his day. But for most cowboys it was the norm—an important part of the job they cherished.
With another groan of protest, Wesley propelled himself out of bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom. A pair of tired brown