“You might have given me a chance to open your door for you.”
Dusty rolled her eyes. “You have to be kidding. Does anyone do that anymore?”
“I do when I pick up a woman,” Ty said, sounding indignant. “It’s polite.”
“I can open my own door.”
“That isn’t the point. Look, think of dating as a game with certain rituals involved. There are steps to go through in the relationship. Roles each sex plays.”
Dusty groaned. “Why does it have to be so complicated? Why can’t we just cut to the chase?”
Ty shook his head. “Sorry, but it doesn’t work that way. Anticipation adds to the excitement. It’s all part of the mating ritual. You just need to get into your role.”
Dusty scoffed. “This role you’re talking about. Tell me it doesn’t mean I have to act helpless, because I’m never going to be one of those women.”
“Lucky for you, there are men who actually like strong, independent women. But no man may be ready for you.”
Was Ty ready for her?
Shotgun Surrender
B.J. Daniels
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for everyone who has had the honor of knowing her.
Best wishes for a bright, fun and romantic future!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A former award-winning journalist, B.J. Daniels had thirty-six short stories published before her first romantic suspense, Odd Man Out, came out in 1995. Her book Premeditated Marriage won Romantic Times Best Intrigue award for 2002 and she received a Career Achievement Award for Romantic Suspense. B.J. lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, three springer spaniels, Zoey, Scout and Spot, and a temperamental tomcat named Jeff. She is a member of Kiss of Death, the Bozeman Writer’s Group and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, she snow-boards in the winters and camps, water-skis and plays tennis in the summers. To contact her, write: P.O. Box 183, Bozeman, MT 59771 or look for her online at www.bjdaniels.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Dusty McCall—The youngest of the wild McCalls was ready for love. Only, she was looking for it in all the wrong places.
Ty Coltrane—The horse rancher knew something was wrong at the rodeo. He just didn’t realize how wrong until he realized Dusty McCall was involved.
Boone Rasmussen—He had big plans for his future and a chip on his shoulder.
Letty Arnold—The news of her adoption had hit her hard. Now all she wanted was to find her birth mother. But she got more than she asked for.
Hal Branson—The private investigator had never believed in fate—until he met Letty Arnold.
Monte Edgewood—The roughstock producer thought he had everything until he got a chance to have a famous rodeo bull.
Sierra Edgewood—She had an old husband and a wandering eye and was built for trouble.
Lamar Nichols—The cowboy was supposed to be the brawn and not the brains of the operation, but even he could see what was going on.
Waylon Dobbs—The amicable rodeo veterinarian didn’t believe in buying trouble. Unless there was something in it for him.
Devil’s Tornado—He’d gone from a mediocre rodeo bull to a star overnight. But sometimes stars fall.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Prologue
The moment the pickup rolled to a stop, Clayton T. Brooks knew he should have put this off until morning. The night was darker than the inside of an outhouse, he was half-drunk and he couldn’t see two feet in front of him.
Hell, maybe he was more than half-drunk since he was still seriously considering climbing the nearby fence and getting into a pasture with a bull that had almost killed its rider at a rodeo just a few days ago in Billings, Montana.
To make matters worse, Clayton knew he was too old for this sort of thing, not to mention physically shot from years of trying to ride the meanest, toughest bulls in the rodeo circuit.
But he’d never had the good sense to quit—until a bull messed him up so bad he was forced to. Just like now. He couldn’t quit because he’d come this far and, damn, he needed to find out if he was losing his mind. Quietly he opened his pickup door and stepped out.
He’d coasted down the last hill with his headlights out, stopping far enough from Monte Edgewood’s ranch house that he figured his truck wouldn’t be heard when he left.
