Silver James - Convenient Cowgirl Bride

It’s a marriage of convenience for this sexy tycoon!

Barron Entertainment CEO Chasen “Chase” Barron needs a wife like he needs a hangover. But when his latest escapades land him in the tabloids, he faces an ultimatum from the Barron family patriarch: pick a wife or one will be picked for him.

That’s when perfect stranger Savannah Wolfe shows up, out of the blue, in his bed! It’s all a mix-up, but how convenient. The feisty cowgirl fits the bill for a fake wedding. Chase’ll help her with her rodeo career if she plays along. But how inconvenient if he falls for Savannah for real in the process...

The bedroom door swung open soundlessly and he didn’t bother with lights.

Stripping out of his clothes, he slid between the Egyptian cotton sheets and rolled toward the center of his bed. Where he encountered a warm body.

His palm dipped into a nipped-in waist before smoothing over the curve of a hip. Tucker must have hustled to get him this coming-home present. He dipped his head and nuzzled the sweet spot behind the woman’s ear.

The next thing he knew, the woman had rolled, tucked her feet into his chest and kicked. Chase flew off the bed and hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud.

“What the hell!” The woman scampered to the other side of the bed and turned on the lamp. “Who are you?”

He stood up, naked and unembarrassed. “I might ask you the same thing, wildcat.”

“Oh, my God, you’re naked. Get out!”

Before he could move, she nailed him in the chest with a boot. A Western boot. Covered in mud and... He sniffed the air.

“Get out of here, you pervert! I’m calling security.”

“Good idea, since I’m throwing you out.”

“What? You can’t do that.”

“Sure I can, kitten. This is my apartment.”

Her jaw dropped and then her full lips formed a perfect O.

* * *

Convenient Cowgirl Brideis part of the Red Dirt Royalty series: These Oklahoma millionaires work hard and play harder.

Dear Reader,

Rodeo is a thing. A big thing. It’s both a lifestyle and a business. Cowboys and cowgirls who compete on the pro circuit work hard and are on the road almost constantly. There’s an order to the rodeos and winning points in order to compete in the big daddy of them all—the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas. And there are the rodeos that stir the public’s imagination: Cheyenne Frontier Days, Calgary Stampede, San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo, National Western Stock Show and Rodeo in Denver to name a few.

Under normal circumstances, I do a lot of research and make sure places and dates are realistic in my books. In this instance, I admit to fudging Savannah’s schedule for the sake of the story. Hopefully, you’ll be swept up in the romance and won’t begrudge me the poetic license.

I had fun writing this book, revisiting my youth when I trudged out to feed horses no matter the weather, or hooked up the trailer and loaded my horses to head to a rodeo. I was never dedicated enough to make it on the rodeo circuit so I’ll admit to living vicariously through Savannah while I wrote her story.

And now that you know my secret, I hope you enjoy Savvi’s story, and the love Chase wants to share with her, even if she’s a bit more inconveniently convenient than he bargained for.

Happy trails!

Silver James

Convenient Cowgirl Bride

Silver James

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SILVER JAMES likes walks on the wild side and coffee. Okay. She LOVES coffee. A cowgirl at heart, she’s been an army officer’s wife and mum, and worked in the legal field, fire service and law enforcement. Now retired from the real world, she lives in Oklahoma, spending her days writing with the assistance of two Newfoundlands, the cat who rules them all and the characters living in her imagination.

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To every reader who is a cowgirl at heart, to the man who taught me about the soul of a horse and to the marvelous Harlequin team who make it easy to let my imagination gallop across the page.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

One

Chasen “Chase” Barron needed a wife like he needed another hangover. Dark thoughts winnowed through his mind as he surveyed his world from the window of his Gulfstream jet. Below him, Las Vegas looked like a necklace of sparkling neon jewels strung on ribbons of car headlights. Vegas never slept. His kind of place.

His latest escapades had landed him back on the front page of the supermarket tabloids—much to his old man’s disgust. Chase wasn’t a bad guy. Not really. It was just that as head of Barron Entertainment, he was surrounded by beautiful women. And he was definitely a man who enjoyed beautiful women. Frequently. How was he to know the gorgeous actress—who’d told him she was separated—was still very much married to a powerful studio head? Or that she’d invited the paparazzi to record her tryst with Chase in order to... Just thinking about it made his head hurt.

He’d left LA for Nashville to deal with some problems in setting up Barron Entertainment’s new country and Western record label, and there were two cute, young singers who wanted an edge. Being seen getting it on with the CEO of Barron Entertainment was their ticket to glory. Who knew those selfies they took would go viral? Yeah, he definitely should have confiscated their cell phones. Water under the bridge now. And lesson learned.

Despite the social media storm, his trip to Nashville had been productive. The new company, Bent Star Records, had launched, making headlines by signing superstar Deacon Tate, and his band, the Sons of Nashville, as the first act. That Deke was Chase’s cousin was beside the point. Family did business with family. Which brought him back around to the situation at hand.

Waking up, predictably hungover, to his father’s edict to marry the very disagreeable daughter of a business associate, Chase figured there was only one way out—head back to Las Vegas with all speed and ignore his father’s demands. Besides, the old man hadn’t called in his brothers for a family intervention, right? Or maybe dear old Dad was finally getting the message now that Chance, Cord and Clay had all defied the old jackass, married the women they loved and were living the lives they wanted without his permission.

Chase admired his older brothers. He’d fallen in with the old man’s edicts during the family confrontations, but had secretly rooted for his siblings. Now if he could just figure out what was going on with his identical twin. Cash had been a coiled snake ready to strike every time Chase had seen him lately. And he was worried. They used to be so close they knew what the other was thinking. Not anymore.