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December 28, 2021

The True Cowboy of Sunset Ridge

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Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

It was him. The man. The fantasy man. The one who had haunted her dreams for the past six months.
And he was just like Mallory Chance remembered him.
Tall, broad shoulders, broad chest. Tight black T-shirt and black cowboy hat. His midsection looked hard and solid, and so did his thighs.
He was the sort of man who would have terrified her when she was a teenager. Far too much masculinity to cope with—and why bother?—when there were soft, gentle boy band members to fantasize about from the safe distance of a bedroom wall poster.
The sort of man she’d never had the chance to lust after because she’d made her choices about men at fifteen—again, when she’d been more into boy bands than bad boys and had proclaimed chest hair “gross”—and had therefore been stuck with her teenage sensibilities even as she’d transitioned into adulthood.
He looked like danger. The kind you ran from when you were a girl and wanted to run to when you were a woman.
The hardest-looking man in the room.
The one who would win the bar fight.
The one whose muscles looked like they could carry the weight of the whole world. Or possibly just handily beat up her trifling ex.
But it wasn’t enough that the man had the most incredible body she’d ever seen.
He had dark blond hair, dark stubble covering a square jaw. His mouth was perfectly formed, and while she’d never given much thought to what constituted a perfectly formed mouth, it turned out she knew it when she saw it.
But his eyes….
That night in the Gold Valley Saloon, six months ago, while she’d been seated next to her boyfriend, they’d locked eyes.
And she’d felt it all the way down to her core.
Like a bolt of lightning.
An electric current that had run beneath her skin and down to her bones and had left her feeling changed.
It had been a moment. A brief moment. But she hadn’t been sure how she would breathe through it, let alone carry on like it hadn’t happened.
She’d never experienced anything like it before.
Like she was staring down fate in cowboy boots.
But that had to be ridiculous because she didn’t believe in things like that, and if she did, she’d have to claim Jared as her fate, not some random guy in a bar.
Jared, the man she’d been with since she was fifteen years old.
What was that if not fate?
At least, that was what she told herself. For a long time. Too long.
Fate.
The word whispered over her skin, the concept like firecrackers going off in her stomach.
It was why she had come here tonight, and she would be lying if she said that wasn’t true.
All the whole way from San Francisco she had played the music as loud as she could, had rolled the windows down and shouted Taylor Swift lyrics into the wind. Because her world had been broken open, and because Jared had hated that music.
And it didn’t matter what he liked or didn’t like.
Not anymore.
So she’d done it, because she could. And she had ignored the ten times her cell phone had rung with his number flashing across the screen.
She wasn’t taking him back. Not this time. Not ever again.
In the past he’d left her, and she was the one who felt lost. And every time, she’d just get used to him being gone, he’d call and she’d pick up. She’d tell him to come home. Because she needed him.
She hadn’t known how not to need him. And she’d done her best to make sure he needed her. Because it was in that space where she felt right. Like she was doing the right thing, and like she mattered.
That sweet spot of contentedness and a little bit of penance.
Not this time. This time she’d done the leaving.
With very little forethought, and nothing more than a couple of haphazard emails, she had decided to uproot her entire life and go to the town of Gold Valley.
Mallory had been enchanted by Gold Valley from the first time she had come to visit her brother, Griffin.
She and her parents had come six months ago, along with Jared. It had been wonderful. And he had been horrible. And all of the doubts that bubbled up on occasion had come roaring to the surface during that week.
He’d been bored at dinner; he’d been completely uninterested in all of the quaint brick buildings in town. He’d overslept and missed family breakfasts.
In general, every single one of his bad qualities, every single thing that Griffin hated about him had been on full display.
Your brother already hates me. I’m not going to perform.
He’d said that while lounging in the passenger seat of her car, his sunglasses on, holding his phone up, paying it more attention than he did her, as usual. In the years since they’d started dating his blond hair had transitioned from floppy boy band to man bun, which was the only way he’d transitioned from boy to man, really. He was still handsome in that smooth way, slim and… Well she’d always found him… Cute.
But he was much less cute when bored and slumped in her car, texting on a phone she’d paid for while he acted aggrieved by the vacation she’d also paid for.
He’d said that her brother hated him. And it was true. Griffin did hate him. But it was based on things like that, not on nothing.
Griffin had never been shy about his feelings for Jared, and it had always hurt Mallory.
She’d idolized Griffin all her life. Her older brother was her hero and always had been. A shining beacon of everything good and successful. Her parents had always been so proud of him. And so had she.
Eight years older than her, she’d been ten when Griffin had moved out, and it had devastated her. Even though it was the natural order of things. It had changed her world, and she felt unspeakably lonely with him gone.
He’d gone off and gotten his own life. Fallen in love, gotten married.
And then he lost his wife and little girl, and Mallory had lost her beloved sister-in-law and cherished niece.
Even though Griffin had survived, in many ways she’d felt like she’d lost him too.
It was only since he’d met Iris that Mallory felt like she really had them back.
Which, other than the natural pull she felt to the town, had been the reason that she’d come to Gold Valley.
She wanted to be near her brother.
And she needed, desperately, to be very far away from Jared.
Her rental wouldn’t be ready for a couple of days, but she just… She hadn’t been able to stay. Not anymore.
And there were a whole lot of conversations that she was due to have. Mostly because Griffin didn’t even know that she was moving to Gold Valley.
Her parents didn’t even know what she was doing.
Par for the course, isn’t it?
Maybe. But there were just… There were some things she just wanted to keep to herself. So she didn’t have to feel the sting of their disappointment. Her own failures mixed together with disapproval from the two people who mattered so much to her.
She’d always tried to cover for Jared too. Every time he’d left and hurt her, she’d tried to minimize it. Every time he’d spent three weeks or a month apart sleeping at another woman’s house, only to come home, she’d tried to hide that.
And she’d tried to forget it.
Her relationship with Jared was fifteen years long. They’d grown up together. Well, he’d grown up less, she’d grown up more. But they’d shaped their lives around each other and she’d felt like…
Like he was the only person who knew everything about her. Things she’d never shared with her parents, never with her brother… He’d been there for.
And in the darkest time, he had been there. And she’d clung to that through every bump in their road.
But this time, he’d cheated. They hadn’t been separated before he’d found his way into another woman’s bed. She’d thought everything was fine. Great. Better than it had been for a long while, in fact.
And that was what hurt the most.
She gritted her teeth. Feeling angry. And she looked back over at her mystery cowboy.
Yeah, the thing was, he had probably cheated on her before. He had probably been cheating for their entire relationship, and she had just believed him every time he ever said that the only times he’d touched another person had been when they were on a break.
That had hurt. It always had. Because she had never…
He was her one and only.
And of all the silly things that had enraged her, the one that had fueled her down I-5 the whole way here, was… That.
Was the fact that she had seen a man that had made her feel things just with one look that no one, not even Jared, had ever made her feel before.
She’d felt that deep connection back then. Sitting there with a man who was tipsy off his sixth beer, which she’d paid for, while she looked at another man who incited some kind of fire in her stomach—it felt unfair. And in that period of time when she’d been in that house she used to share with Jared in a town that she wanted to leave desperately, she just decided she needed to… Go.
And she could stay in a motel until the rental date.
But she needed to be gone. And she had told herself that it wasn’t the vision of that man’s eyes that had propelled her. She had told herself that it wasn’t why, after she checked into the little Wine Country Motel on the edge of Gold Valley, that she took a shower and freshened up, put on some makeup for the first time in three weeks and a light, summer dress.
No, she had told herself that none of those things had anything to do with her mystery man.
And then, when she was bored and hungry and had bypassed any number of actual restaurants on the main street of town, walking to the Gold Valley Saloon, she had decided that there was no way she had any hope of seeing that man. Because what were the chances?
But then, in the back of her mind it was there. How people did like their regular bars. How it was possible.
But so not likely that, six months from the first time she had seen him, he would be there. Just happened to be there.
When she was free and unattached, angry and needing desperately to reclaim something… Or rather, claim it for the first time.
But there he was. There he was. And she was frozen to the spot in that Western bar, her feet grounded to the rustic wood floor. People were talking and laughing and dancing all around her. Country music was playing over the jukebox, and there was tension filling the air. Couples were everywhere. New and old, she imagined. Some who had forever. Some who were looking for a night.
But he was alone. Standing there at the back of the bar with the neon light from a beer sign shining over him like an unholy sign from the heavens. She knew it was him. Because she could never have confused him with anyone else. Sure, there were other handsome men in the room. But none of them made her feel like fire.
None of them made her feel like everything she’d ever known before was a pale, cardboard construct, and he might be the only thing that was real.
The only thing that could make her real.
She swallowed hard, walking over to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, broad chested with a quick smile, tattoos up his brown forearms, a bright gold wedding band, and a twinkle in his eye. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah. I… Whiskey. Please.”
“All right. Any particular kind?”
She didn’t know anything about whiskey. “Do you have a special kind that makes you brave?”
He grinned. “Even cheap stuff will do that. Just comes with a headache.”
“It’s my experience that just about everything in life comes with the headache,” she said, trying to smile. And then she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Goose bumps broke out over her arms.
And the fire inside her flared.
That happened a split second before she heard a low, husky voice just behind her.
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
She turned, and there he was.
So close.
Impossibly close.
And she didn’t know if she could survive it.
Because those electric blue eyes were looking right into hers. But this time, it wasn’t from across a crowded bar. It was right there.
Right there.
And she didn’t have a deadweight clinging to her side that kept her from going where she wanted to go, doing what she wanted to do. She was free. Unencumbered, for the first time in fifteen years. For the first damn time.
She was standing there, and she was just Mallory.
Jared wasn’t there. Griffin wasn’t there. Her parents weren’t there.
She was standing on her own, standing there with no one and nothing to tell her what to do, no one and nothing to make her feel a certain thing.
So it was all just him. Blinding electric blue, brilliant and scalding.
Perfect.
“I… I think so. Unless… Unless you think I’m someone else.” It was much less confident and witty than she’d intended. But she didn’t feel capable of witty just now.
“You were here once. About six months ago.”
He remembered her. He remembered her. This man who had haunted her dreams—no, not haunted, created them. Had filled her mind with erotic imagery that had never existed there before, was… Talking about her. He was.
He thought of her. He remembered her.
“I was,” she said.
He looked behind her, then back at her. “Where’s the boyfriend?”
He asked the question with an edge of hostility. It made her shiver.
“Not here.”
“Good.” His lips tipped upward into a smile.
“I…” She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to say, because this shimmering feeling inside of her was clearly, clearly shared and…
Suddenly her freedom felt terrifying. That freedom that had felt—only a moment before—exhilarating suddenly felt like too much. She wanted to hide. Wanted to scamper under the bar and get behind the barstool so that she could put something between herself and the electric man. She wondered if she was ready for this.
Because there was no question what this was.
One night.
With nothing at all between them. Nothing but unfamiliar motel bedsheets. A bed she’d never sleep in again and a man she would never sleep with again.
She understood that.
Any number of her friends had had those sort of experiences. And she never had.
It was such a funny thing. Because she had felt…
She’d felt lonely and wrong a lot of the time in her life. Not quite the golden boy her brother was, though her parents loved her, and she knew it. But she’d had to work to reach even a minimal standard. She hadn’t been popular at school. Hadn’t excelled at anything in particular.
She wasn’t conventionally pretty. Her hair was frizzy and a mousy brown color, her curves unremarkable as far as she was concerned. She had never been popular, but she had never been particularly alternative either.
She hadn’t had a big group of friends, until she’d started dating Jared at fifteen. And then suddenly it had changed. He had been fun and funny. He had a whole group of people who surrounded him.
And she’d been one of her first friends to lose her virginity.
She’d felt worldly and sophisticated. Special. Because she knew all about those things that transpired between men and women. It had caused a sort of rift between the old friends she’d had before beginning to date Jared, who were convinced that she was losing herself and her perspective.
She’d felt like she had gained perspective. She was in love and they didn’t understand. She was ready for deeper, more mature things than they were.
She’d kept it all a secret from her family. Carving out a division between her social life and the life she had at home. Trying to be perfect in every arena. Sexually experienced, confident Mallory at school. Studious and well-behaved Mallory at home, who might not be quite the all-star Griffin was, but who was self-sufficient, didn’t cause trouble and didn’t give her parents grief.
And then her world had caved in around her. And she’d still tried to keep everything separate.
The impending changes, the fear, then the overwhelming grief.
Only Jared knew. Only he had walked her through it. The course of her whole life had changed—her grades had suffered and her parents had been so disappointed when she’d missed getting into the school she’d wanted to get into.
Because her grades had slipped so much in her sophomore year of high school and had never recovered. And she’d never told them why.
But their disappointment over her not getting into the university she’d wanted, into deciding not to do medical school at all, had only confirmed her decision to keep her other transgressions from them.
But she’d found a purpose in training to be a midwife; she’d gotten a good position, earned good money. And Jared came along for the ride.
It was like everything had stalled out. Like she was still dating Jared in high school.
And her friends had gone on to have all these experiences that she’d never had. They’d left their hometown. They’d dated multiple men. Had one-night stands. Brief flings. Lived alone, lived with roommates, lived with boyfriends.
She’d lived with Jared.
In a house that she’d paid for.
And the sheets on that bed had been paid for by her.
And that was her experience. Her one and only experience.
This was an unknown. And it felt… Dangerous.
But then a surge of defiance shot through her. He didn’t know anything about her. And he didn’t have to. She never had to see this man again.
Apparently, you found him in this bar. And she didn’t need to go to it. Ever again.
She was here to start fresh. He didn’t know about her experience or her lack of it. Didn’t know that she wasn’t actually a sex goddess.
For whatever reason, he felt this. The chemistry. This pull between them. Because she knew it wasn’t about her being… The most beautiful woman in the room.
Not by half.
There were women in here that looked like they belonged between the pages of men’s magazines, and they hadn’t put on summer dresses to come out and have a drink. They were in painted-on jeans and skintight red dresses. Not flowing, sweet yellow frocks that fell down to their knees.
Some of them had big hair, but it was intentional. Not expanded from humidity and a general lack of knowledge on what to do with it, in spite of it having been on her head for the last thirty years. Their makeup was applied expertly, and not in the sparing manner that she’d used. Some sheer lip gloss, and a little bit of shiny stuff on her eyelids, because she just didn’t really know how to handle makeup, and it always made her feel like an imposter. And the one time she tried really hard to follow some kind of a tutorial, Jared had asked her what had happened to her face.
This man didn’t know any of that. And for whatever reason, he didn’t seem to see it. With Jared she’d always felt uncertain. Never sure if she felt more than he did. If she cared more. If the excitement that she felt when they’d kiss had been mostly weighted toward her. If the strongest feelings that existed were on her end. She was confident that he was feeling the same thing, this stranger. And she had never felt that kind of connection with another human being before. That kind of certainty.
The fire was in his belly too.
It was reflected there in those blue eyes.
And she knew.
“I just… I just ordered a drink,” she said. “You want a drink?”
His lips tipped upward. “I don’t need one.”
She shifted. Excitement blooming between her legs.
“Right. Right.” And she realized that she was just standing there repeating herself, and felt vaguely idiotic.
His lips curved into a smile. It echoed inside her. “If you want to have a drink, that’s fine by me. We can stand here and exchange pleasantries for as long as you need to, but I feel like I need to make one thing perfectly clear—I aim to get you into bed tonight.”
Her knees nearly buckled. And somehow, she managed to remain standing.
“We don’t even know each other,” she said.
“We’ve known each other for six months.”
The truth of that burst in her chest. She had known him for six months. She might’ve seen him once, but she’d thought of him every night since.
And he felt confident enough in that to just say it. His confidence was intoxicating. An aphrodisiac and an inspiration. So she took a breath, and she decided she was going to practice that same amount of confidence. Because she wasn’t Mallory Chance tonight. She was a mystery woman with the mystery man. And there would be no consequences, no nothing from this.
This wasn’t anything.
And she… Didn’t even know what that was like.
She’d first slept with Jared to keep him with her. Had been consumed with the idea of impressing him. Had worried about what she looked like, what she’d done, what she’d acted like, nearly every time since.
Everything about sex with him had been complicated.
From the desire to use it to bond him to her, to the trauma that had come as a result, to the way she’d felt like…like she was constantly paying penance for what she’d put them both through. And in fairness to him, he hadn’t told her any of that. Had never said he needed it—as payment or anything else—it was just all this inadequacy in her.
Somehow, it had always been about him. About her desperate need to keep him with her.
But this was about her. Because she didn’t need to create any kind of feelings in him. He just felt them.
And if she felt a burning, bright piece of guilt embed itself in her heart, she decided to go ahead and ignore it.
Because it had been fifteen years, and maybe she could have something else. Something for her.
And no one ever had to know.
So she reached forward and put her hand on his chest. And her heart was slamming against her breastbone, heat igniting in her body as she made that first contact. And suddenly, he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. He was hard. And hot.
Everywhere.
And she felt like she was going to… To… No.
Standing there in the bar being held up against this stranger’s frame. She had never been this close to an orgasm this quickly in her entire life. Not ever.
“We can do a whole date if you need to,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ll buy you dinner. Whatever you need. Whatever it takes.”
“I don’t need that,” she whispered. “I don’t need a drink either.”
“I’ll pay the man,” he said. “We can be on our way.”
It was so casual, and at the same time, anything but. The tension vibrating beneath the words was radiant with heat. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it left visible waves.
“I have a motel room,” she said, her lips feeling numb, her tongue clumsy. “Just up the street. We can… We can go there. Now.”
She had never done anything like this in her life. It was reckless. Crazy. But, she was reasonably certain that he wouldn’t murder her, since he apparently came to this bar frequently enough that people would know him. And he came back to it. And… She should be fine. She was willing to excuse anything right now. Absolutely anything.
Whatever got her out of here. Whatever got her in his arms.
Because he was the reason. He was the reason she was here tonight. This was the reason.
Yes, the relationship with Jared had ended because of him. Because she had let it be exactly what it had always been. Had ignored the fact that she had changed and he hadn’t. While she’d built shrines to the relationship that she wished it were. While she honored an investment of time that truly wasn’t worth honoring. That only she cared about.
The truth was, his cheating had been the line in the sand. But there had been a moment right before that echoed in her head.
A birth for one of her clients.
The father on his phone, standing propped up against the wall while the woman was helped primarily by Mallory and her best friend.
I don’t know why she’s with him.
The friend had whispered that to Mallory when they’d taken a break and gone into the kitchen for a moment.
And Mallory had known.
She’d nearly defended it. Because without knowing the woman, she’d known.
And it had disturbed her down to her core.
It was why she’d had to be done. Just done when she’d discovered he’d been unfaithful while living with her. While sleeping in their bed.
And right now she not only felt resolute, but triumphant.
Because at the end of it all, she had a job that she loved, had a family that loved her and had what promised to be a night of incredible sex in front of her.
And Jared was just him. With no one to take care of him. A whiny manbaby who would have to find some other woman to foot the bill of his life. Because she wasn’t doing it anymore. She didn’t want to.
Her cowboy left a ten-dollar bill on the bar top and tipped his hat at the bartender, who waved slightly. And then, he wrapped his arm around Mallory’s waist and started to propel her toward the door.
And a whole bunch of worries and doubts started to crowd her throat, trying to make their way toward her mouth.
What if this just wasn’t actually that good?
Because that was the other thing. While a lot of her friends had engaged in one-night stands, they’d also said that the drawback to it was that the guy didn’t have to care about your pleasure, since he never had to see you again.
And she thought privately that the man she saw all the time didn’t care all that much about her pleasure.
That was the worry. The concern. She hadn’t been able to get to completion more than half the time with the man who actually knew her body. So… What hope did she have with a guy who didn’t know her at all?
What if he didn’t enjoy himself? What if it was all a whole lot of… Excitement and buildup, and then it was nothing.
But then she found herself outside, and very suddenly, pinned against the wall of the bar, just around the corner from Main Street, in a shadow, concealed from the streetlight. And he was right there, hard in front of her, his eyes glittering.
And then his mouth was on hers. And she didn’t have the ability to think of any sort of objection. Didn’t have the ability to think of anything. Because she’d never been kissed like this before. Like he was starving.
He consumed her.
Angling his head and sliding his tongue against hers. And she grasped onto him, clinging to his shirt, his shoulders, pushing her fingers through his hair. She rolled her hips back and forth against his arousal, already so close she couldn’t believe it. She was slick and hot between her legs, and if he unzipped his jeans and pushed her dress up then, she wouldn’t have said no.
In fact she would’ve said yes.
Emphatically, enthusiastically yes.
“Damn,” he breathed. “Which motel?”
“Up the street,” she said, breathless.
“Better make it quick.”
She nodded and fumbled for his hand, taking hold of it and leading him down the sidewalk, her heart thundering so hard she was nearly sick with it.
She opened her mouth to say she didn’t do things like this. Ever. But then stopped. Because he didn’t need to know that.
They were strangers, and that was why it was exciting.
They were strangers, and that was why this was okay.
Because she needed to be free. She needed to have no ties.
She needed something different. And what better way to spend the inaugural night in Gold Valley than to banish the last regret from her relationship. Oh, not the last regret she would ever feel. She had a feeling regrets would pop up now and again for the next… Well, while.
But the last regret she could remember keenly experiencing because of Jared was that she hadn’t been able to rush across the bar and do exactly this six months ago.
No more. No more at all.
Ever.
So she didn’t tell him that. If he thought she did this every night? Fine. He could think that she was the very Whore of Babylon; it didn’t matter to her.
As long as he wanted to get it on.
And he seemed to.
His hands were rough.
And she couldn’t wait until they were all over her body. She didn’t know who she was. All these desperate, sweaty images flashed through her mind. Raw desires like she’d never had before.
And why not make every demand that she’d ever had? Ask for everything she’d been afraid to ask for? Because it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that she had fun. The only thing that mattered was that she had him. Her fantasy. This incredible, amazing fantasy.
She was grateful that the door to her room was exterior, so they didn’t have to pass through the lobby or anything like that. It was dark, and no one was around. And no one saw as she fumbled with the key—the hotel had an actual key to the door—and got it unlocked, letting them both in.
She closed it firmly behind them and locked it again, chucking the keys on the table.
“So this is my…”
But the words were cut off. Because he dragged her back into his arms again, and he was kissing her, like he had done against the side of the bar, but it was more. Deeper. Because they didn’t have to stop.

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