Cowgirls Don’t Cry

Book 10 of the Rough Riders Series

Good girls can play rough too…

Jessie McKay’s marriage to Luke McKay wasn’t perfect. After two years as a widow, she’s decided it’s time to kick up her bootheels—until Luke’s younger brother shows up to ruin her fun. But if Brandt thinks she’ll take orders from another McKay man, he’s got manure for brains.

Brandt McKay has avoided his sweet, sexy sister-in-law ever since confessing that his feelings for her weren’t the brotherly type. But when he’s faced with proof of Luke’s infidelity, Brandt is forced to ask for Jessie’s help taking care of Luke’s young son. Jessie agrees on one condition—she wants Brandt’s boots under her bed for the duration.

The sexual chemistry that’s always simmered between them combusts. Brandt is ready to make the temporary situation permanent and prove to Jessie he’s the one-woman man his brother couldn’t be. And Jessie is shaken by feelings she’s sworn never to have again for any man…especially a McKay.

Ridgeview Publishing
(March 16, 2017)
304 pages

Praise for Cowgirls Don’t Cry »

  • Turn on the air conditioner, get the fan out and grab some ice cubes because not only is this a good story, it’s also a hot one…even with all that strife there is still a great romance to be written and Ms. James does it with pure abandonment, reminding us that even in times of great stress there is happiness to be found…

    Fallen Angel Reviews, Recommended Read

  • This book is for lovers of romance, family drama, hot sex and delicious cowboys. Prepare to be swept away as a little boy, a cowboy and a widow climb right into your heart.

    The Romance Reviews, Top Pick

  • One of the best parts of these books is the hot cowboys and fantastic sex…but wrapped throughout this amazing story is some of the best erotica that you can read. It’s real, it’s raw and it’s all out there.

    Night Owl Reviews

  • The 10th book in the Rough Riders series just totally blew me away…this story kept me captivated and entertained as I raced through the pages to see two people who deserve their own happily ever after as much as Brandt and Jessie…regardless of the many hurdles that they face along the way.

    Maldivian Book Reviews

  • Lorelei James just can’t disappoint me with this series. At ten books in and a huge cast of characters she still manages to bring a hero and heroine that are unique and stand out among the cowboys and cowgirls that have paved the way before them.

    Fiction Vixen Reviews

  • Lorelei James can write the heck out of a book and make each story unique to each character…Watching these two grow and learn things about one another was so much fun. You’ll need a cold shower after reading this book…

    As the Pages Turn Reviews

Excerpt »

Prologue

“Who’s up for a threesome?”

Whoops and catcalls echoed around the campfire while Brandt McKay seethed in the shadows of the pine trees.

“And I mean anyone,” Mike, that little fucking prick, emphasized with a drunken leer. “Guys, gals. Hell, it don’t matter if it’s more than three. In fact, the more the merrier! Me’n Jessica here”—he whacked Jessie’s bikini-clad butt hard—“are up for a good fuckin’ time tonight.”

“Or a good time fucking,” someone shouted.

“You got that right,” Mike shot back to additional wolf whistles.

Jessica. The little fucking prick didn’t even know Jessie’s name, for Christsake. What the hell was she doing with him?

Ain’t that why you’re spying on her like some lovesick peeping Tom? To figure out why she turned you down but she’s hooked up with a loser worse than you?

Brandt ignored his sarcastic internal voice that resembled his father’s. He remained as still as a hunter tracking prey as he spied on his brother’s widow. The woman he’d purposely stayed away from for the last six months. Sweet Jesus, sweet Jessie looked good. Better than good and it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the skimpy string bikini she wore. He’d always suspected a knockout body lurked beneath the frumpy western clothes she’d favored, but holy shit. She was perfect—all long, lean muscles with a few well-placed curves.

“Any takers?” Mike prompted the motley group of drunks.

“Hell yeah!”

“But Mike—”

Mike ground his mouth into Jessie’s, cutting off her protest.

Encouraging whoops rang out when Mike wrapped his arms around Jessie’s bare thighs. He clumsily threw her over his shoulder, half-stumbling past the fire pit as he headed toward the campsites.

Since Jessie was hanging upside down, Brandt couldn’t tell how she felt about Mike’s invitation for a sexual free for all.

He scowled and picked his way around rocks and shrubs, trying to keep the couple within his line of sight. But his damn flip-flops slipped on the pine needles. Tree branches scraped his bare chest and legs since he only wore board shorts. His fishin’ buddies, Rob and Brent, had already packed up their tackle boxes. He should’ve gone home an hour ago, after his less-than-productive chat with Jessie…except he didn’t trust these douchebags, and his gut instinct had been dead on. He doubted Jessie had turned into a party girl, indulging in random fucks with strange guys.

Maybe she’s changed. Maybe she wants to experience every sexual scenario Luke had indulged in.

Highly unlikely. But he wanted to keep her from doing something she’d regret.

Mike stopped in front of a mid-sized camper. He let Jessie slide down his body and pushed her against the side of the camper as he opened the door.

Was she that drunk Mike had to hold her up?

Nope. Jessie walked into the camper on her own accord.

Fuck.

A couple minutes later, two guys, talking loudly about blowjobs and double penetration, wandered up from the bonfire.

Brandt was out of the darkness, blocking them before either reached the door.

“Hey, man.” A sunburned, shirtless blond guy waved a bottle of vodka in Brandt’s face. “You here to fuck that skinny chick too?”

“I don’t wanna fuck her. I’m gonna ram my dick so far into her mouth she’ll feel my balls on her chin,” boasted the second guy, who sported an ape-like chest.

Brandt crossed his arms over his chest. “We’ve got enough players, so take off.”

“Fuck that, man,” the blond spat. “We were invited.”

“Yeah,” the hairy one chimed in, “move it.”

“Make me.” No way was he letting these guys past him. No. Fucking. Way.

“You think you’re tough,” hairy guy sneered. “There’s two of us and only one of you. I’d say the odds are in our favor.”

“Yeah? Then bring it, motherfucker, ’cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

The blond dude squinted at Brandt. “Hold up a sec.”

“What? We can take him.”

“You’re that cowboy asshole from the bar fight at Rockin’ R last month.” The blond guy spoke to his friend. “He’s the one who punched Troy.”

“Is that the guy whose ribs I broke?” Brandt asked, hoping the lie sounded credible.

“No. You busted Troy’s tooth. Fucked up his face good too.”

Brandt shrugged. “Huh. I guess it must’ve been the other guy who wanted a piece of me—right after I handed your buddy his ass. Or should I say after I handed him his tooth.”

The two guys exchanged a look.

“To be honest, I don’t remember a helluva lot from that night except I was pissed off, shitfaced and spoilin’ for a fight.” He flashed his teeth in a feral grin. “Unlike now. I’m pissed off and spoilin’ for a fight, but I’m completely sober.”

“Shit.”

“So we doin’ this? Or are you two walkin’ the fuck away?”

Both guys held up their hands and backed off. “No problem, man. We’re going.”

“Good. And feel free to pass along the message that Mike’s invitation for an orgy has been canceled.”

They nodded and stumbled back toward the party.

Brandt waited another couple of minutes, but no one else appeared.

His deep inhalation didn’t provide a sense of calm. Chances were high his temper would still get the best of him tonight, but it couldn’t possibly be worse than his imagination.

He opened the door.

Ridgeview Publishing
(March 16, 2017)
304 pages

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