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“Kimberly Raye’s A Body to Die For is fun and sexy, filled with sensual details, secrets and heartwarming characters—as well as humor in the most unexpected places.” —RT Book Reviews
“Dead Sexy by Kimberly Raye is funny and exciting—with great sex, characters and plot twists.” —RT Book Review
“Kimberly Raye has done a wonderful job of creating characters that are unique and imaginative!”
—Romance Reviews Today on Dead and Dateless
Of Julie Leto …
“Julie Leto certainly knows how to put the X in sex!
A great and exciting read!”
—Fresh Fiction on Too Hot to Touch
“Get a cold drink when you sit down to read this one; this is one hot book!”
—Fresh Fiction on Too Wild to Hold
“One-of-a-kind writing style … She has made me a reader for life!”
—Fresh Fiction on More Blazing Bedtime Stories
Blazing Bedtime Stories, Volume VIII
The Cowboy Who
Never Grew Up
Kimberly Raye
Hooked
Julie Leto
The Cowboy Who
Never Grew Up
Kimberly Raye
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author KIMBERLY RAYE started her first novel in high school and has been writing ever since. To date, she’s published more than fifty-eight novels, two of them prestigious RITA® Award nominees. She’s also been nominated by RT Book Reviews for several Reviewer’s Choice awards, as well as a career achievement award. Kim lives deep in the heart of Texas Hill Country with her husband and their young children. She’s an avid reader who loves Diet Dr Pepper, Facebook, chocolate and alpha males. Kim also loves to hear from readers. You can visit her online at www.kimberlyraye.com or follow her on Twitter.
For my oldest son, Josh,
who is growing up way too fast!
I’m so proud of you.
And for the supertalented Julie Leto,
it was great working with you on this story.
I knew you had a little Texas in you!
1
HE WAS THE PERFECT COWBOY for the job.
Wendy Darlington stared at the man who slid off the angry bull in the middle of the massive rodeo arena in Fort Worth, Texas, and her breath caught. Dust exploded. The crowd roared. The animal twisted and turned as the wranglers tried to get him under control, but the rider wasn’t the least bit nervous. He sidestepped her and headed for the dusty Stetson he’d lost during the most amazing ride Wendy had ever seen. Eight seconds and then some. The buzzer had come and gone, but Pete Gunner had kept at it until he’d snagged bragging rights to breaking yet another world record.
He parked the cowboy hat back on his head and flashed a grin before heading toward the gate and the cluster of reporters waiting to swallow him up.
The scores went up and, sure enough, they were high enough to push Pete into first and solidify a place in the upcoming Professional Bull Riders finals.
Not that she’d had any doubt.
Pete Gunner was the best of the best. An eight-time PBR champion and record holder on the fast track to win number nine.
Unfortunately he had a weakness for loud parties and lots of women, and so he was even more notorious for his behavior outside of the arena. He was a wild child. Unpredictable. Uncensored. Unmanageable.
Trouble. Big, big trouble.
That’s what Wendy had told her boss when he’d come up with the crazy idea of making Pete Gunner the newest spokesperson for Western America, the biggest leatherworks company in the Southwest. They made everything from custom cowboy boots and specialty chaps to one-of-a-kind hand-tooled saddles. The company was launched during the late seventies at the height of the Urban Cowboy craze, with their products targeted toward the sophisticated, professional types eager to jump on the chuck wagon and play weekend cowboy.
They’d managed to maintain a decent profit share over the years, too, although their early heyday had long since faded with so many competitors flooding the marketplace.
Wendy had come to Western straight out of college as an intern and had slowly worked her way up from administrative aide to senior marketing representative. She’d put in nine years at the company and managed to keep up sales in an economic downturn. She’d fought tooth and nail to make a name for herself within the company, and she deserved to be moved up for it. She’d even told her boss, Fred, as much when she’d asked for a promotion last year.
But the man didn’t want to maintain his company’s position. He wanted to sell the company for a hefty profit and buy his own private island in the Bahamas. Something that wasn’t going to happen, at least for the kind of money he wanted, if he didn’t get his market share up by twenty percent.
At least that’s what a private-business consultant had told him six months ago. Hence the creation of Outlaw Outfitters, a line of modestly priced products geared toward the younger segment, and the brainstorm to have Pete Gunner as the front man.
A real cowboy backing the new line would up its credibility and get the attention of the multitude of younger rodeo fans. As the senior marketing rep, it was Wendy’s job to make it happen. Or else.
Those had been Fred’s exact words.
Make this happen and I’ll make sure you stay on with the company after I sell. Or else you can find a new job.
Which
