Title Chasing Liberty (Cowboys of Sagebrush Rose Book 2)
Author Rhonda Lee Carver
Genre Contemporary Western Romance
Book Blurb
Wild Roses grow in unexpected places, and the sisters of Sagebrush Rose have a hankering for forbidden romance.
Sam Rose knew exactly what he was doing when he gave his daughters an ultimatum. Marry and calm their wild ways or he was writing them out of the will.
Full of vinegar and passion, Liberty will show her daddy! How dare he treat her like a child and meddle in her love life. She'd show him by marrying a ranch hand and Wyler Ranks is the perfect choice!
A surprise turns the fake marriage into something real.
The last thing Wyler wanted to do was fall in love with his wife. Yet here he was. He'd agreed to the "fake" marriage because he saw a chance at running his own ranch, but he didn't expect that his life would be turned upside down. He's never chased a woman before, but he's willing to chase Liberty and prove to her that he is the cowboy for her.
He will face danger to protect his new family.Little do they know that flowers, and love, can grow in the least nurtured soil. Read this captivating novel of Liberty and Wyler's unplanned emotions and a gift neither saw coming.
Excerpt
The newest dancer was wearing a white cowgirl hat pulled low and wide sunglasses that covered more than half of her face. She was also dressed differently than the first dancer. The long-sleeved button-down shirt tied at the waist showed off a sliver of stomach and the skintight denims that showed off nice curves.
Something about her seemed…familiar…
So, he wasn’t seeing things. Wyler gnawed at the inside of his cheek.
The dancer laughed. “You’ve certainly got yourself a runner here, honey. Hope you brought rope.”
“I’ll handle him,” the lady said in a soft voice. “I know my way around his type.”
“Good luck.” The first dancer exited and closed the door with a soft click.
“What the hell, Liberty?” Wyler muttered.
“Enjoying yourself, cowboy?” She pulled off the sunglasses and hat and her shiny hair fell onto her shoulders, reminding him of the first time he saw her.
“This is ridiculous.” He should have known.
Liberty dropped her hat and glasses to the floor then planted her palms on her hips, smiling. “Hello, hubby. Am I interrupting your night out with the boys?”
Even though he was angry with her, his body still responded. She was a heady combination of feisty and confidence.
“I was on my way out before your friend took me hostage. You know, there’s at least a dozen easier, more suitable, ways you could have gotten my attention. Text message. Snail mail. Air mail. Smoke signals. Maybe even a social call.”
“That would have worked had you answered my calls.”
He touched his empty back pocket. He’d left his cell in the truck. “Patience is a virtue. How’d you find me?”
“It’s not a mystery that some of the crew hangs out here on the weekends. I took a stab you were here too when you weren’t at Mav’s. It’s interesting how well a wife knows her husband.” She laughed.
“Funny. Real funny,” he bit out.
“I didn’t want to start tongues wagging by walking up to you when you’re with the crew. Now that we’re separated, we need to be careful.”
“Hard to separate when the marriage was fake,” he growled.
“Such a bad attitude.”
“You and I agreed we weren’t seeing each other any longer, remember?” He felt an ache take up residence in the center of his chest. He remembered all too well, every detail, the last time they saw each other. Hell, he’d agreed to the entire farce from the beginning, and it wasn’t like they’d had much of a marriage anyway, outside of sex. Good sex. She spent most of her time away while he worked as hard as ever at Sagebrush Rose.
“Tsk. Tsk. You must have had a bad week,” she teased. “I heard it was a rough one.”
He had half a mind to drag her over his lap and swat her bottom, but he knew from experience that she’d like it. Back when they were sneaking around, she loved to explore.
“Why did you go to this much trouble? Let me guess, you were bored?” He swiped off his Stetson and hooked it on his knee and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. This might take a while because nothing was ever easy with a Rose.
She leaned over him, bracing her hands on his thighs. He caught a whiff of her scent—a pungent combination of vanilla and femininity—and he felt his zipper stretch. He hated that his body reacted so strongly to her.
“I had to get creative when I thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”
The way her shirt opened in front, just enough to show off the tops of her full, firm breasts, became too much of an enticement to keep his gaze focused on her face. He’d spent a lot of time kissing and fondling her lovely breasts because she had nice big nipples that were sensitive. She once had an orgasm just by him lavishing special attention to the mounds. “I’ve been busy.” He forced the words through his constricted throat.
“I can see that.” She jutted her chin toward the outer room. “All that entertainment.”
Wyler didn’t like being played, and tormented. So, he removed her hands from his legs, slapped his hat back on his head, and stood. The room was so small their bodies brushed. He looked down at her and thought it was funny how she was shorter, but she could still look down at him.
Whenever she gave him that annoyed look before, he’d haul her up over one shoulder and deposit her on a bale of hay, the bed, or onto the grass. Hell, neither of them were picky. He’d also liked how her face would become so animated; her stormy eyes would appear like the eye of a hurricane when he found a move that she really liked.
But what he really liked, and missed, was how she’d once looked forward to seeing him. Had he been fooling himself to think that a part of her wanted to marry him because she liked him some? Most of their time together had been occupied with sex, but they’d also stayed up for hours talking about their hopes and their dreams.
Her tongue came out to moisten her cherry pink lips. The wicked woman!
He was done worrying about the future with her. She wanted their relationship to be over, then so be it. He’d followed through on his side of things now it was her turn.
“Did you bring divorce papers for me to sign?”
Her gaze narrowed. “What’s the rush, cowboy?”
“We made a deal. Now it’s up to you to make good on it,” he pushed through thin lips.
“Have you ever known me to not make good on my promises?”
“Ask someone who knows you, sweetheart. I’m just the husband.”
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Author Biography
Rhonda Lee Carver is a bestselling author of contemporary western and romantic suspense, but she loves to write other genres too. She's known for writing stories that keep readers laughing, crying, gripping the edge of their seats, and screaming all in one book...like riding a virtual roller coaster. Whether she's creating sexy cowboys or tough guys, or sassy, independent heroines, readers are sure to find strong, powerful, memorable characters that are relatable.
By day, she taps into her creative, fictional world but at some point she transitions back into reality where she's a volleyball-stands cheerleader, homework virtuoso (at least she thinks so), amateur nurse to skinned knees, mediocre chef with some awesome microwave skills, pet-guru (all the strays show up at her house), and a Jackie of all trades for her kids who are the loves of her life. Yoga and chocolate keep her sane. Hallmark movies require cuddling up with tissues because she can be emotional. She adds a sprinkle of her own real-life adventures in each story she spins because a little truth never hurt anyone. She wouldn't give up one thing in her crazy, chaotic, ever-amusing life, except, she might do magic tricks for the bungalow on the beach she's had her eye on (GOALS).
Writing for Rhonda is like falling in love and finding a new best friend over and over again. Her characters will find a place inside your heart too.
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