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Breaking Rule Seven
Cowboy Casanova #1
by
Bridget Hollister
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The material in this document contains explicit sexual material that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under eighteen years of age.
©Bridget Hollister, 2014. All rights reserved.
Editing by Phoebe M. West. Cover by Cormar Covers .
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination, have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons (living or dead), actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All characters depicted in this book are assumed age eighteen and older.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademarked owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication and use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
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About This Story
Rule Seven: Never Sleep with Anyone You Represent
Charity Marks lives her life with a personal set of rules that she never breaks—and for a good reason. After getting fired from her job in Southern California, she takes a job in the tiny town of Broken Branch as a public relations expert for the Professional Rodeo Riders Association.
Clay Cooper is the PRRA's hottest star and wildest bad boy. When Charity goes to talk to him about toning down his ways, she is surprised to find that there is more to the cowboy than meets the eye. Will the oh-so-delicious Clay be the death of rule number seven?
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Breaking Rule Seven
"Somebody had better be dead," Charity Marks grumbled, fumbling with her cell phone in the darkness.
It had been three months since she had moved to Broken Branch for a public relations job with the Professional Rodeo Riders Association, and she still wasn't quite used to getting phone calls at all hours of the night.
Glancing at her caller ID, she cursed under her breath. "Yes, Garrett?" she answered with a heavy sigh. "What'd he do now ?"
"Sorry to wake you up again, Char. DUI this time." Garrett Blevins was in his late fifties and just as frustrated as Charity was. Keeping Clay Cooper out of trouble wasn't what either of them wanted to do, yet they continuously found themselves in the position of dealing with his messes.
First, there had been a fling with a socialite down in Dallas. She'd thrown a fit when she caught Clay in the middle of a threesome with two other women in a hotel room, and threatened to use her father's money to take the entire PRRA down. Then, there had been a bar brawl in Kentucky that had left another cowboy competitor's jaw wired shut for a month. It seemed that wherever Clay was, trouble followed.
"Luckily, I went to high school with the cop and talked him into making the paperwork disappear," Garrett continued on the other end of the line. Charity could almost hear him shaking his head through the phone. “The sad part is the kid is just so talented. He's about to piss away an entire career. We’ve got to figure out a way to control him. I’m just not sure how.”
Charity frowned. She’d had tough clients before, but never this tough. Clay Cooper—self-proclaimed bull riding badass and Casanova extraordinaire—knew how to get on her last nerve. And it didn't help that he looked like he came straight out of the pages of GQ , which somehow seemed to turn any amount of feminine sensibility she previously had completely to hell the moment he walked into the room.
To put it bluntly, she'd been incredibly
Cowboy Casanova #1
by
Bridget Hollister
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The material in this document contains explicit sexual material that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under eighteen years of age.
©Bridget Hollister, 2014. All rights reserved.
Editing by Phoebe M. West. Cover by Cormar Covers .
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination, have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons (living or dead), actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All characters depicted in this book are assumed age eighteen and older.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademarked owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication and use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
Stay updated and find out how you can get one free Bridget Hollister read a month! Subscribe to Bridget Hollister's Newsletter
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About This Story
Rule Seven: Never Sleep with Anyone You Represent
Charity Marks lives her life with a personal set of rules that she never breaks—and for a good reason. After getting fired from her job in Southern California, she takes a job in the tiny town of Broken Branch as a public relations expert for the Professional Rodeo Riders Association.
Clay Cooper is the PRRA's hottest star and wildest bad boy. When Charity goes to talk to him about toning down his ways, she is surprised to find that there is more to the cowboy than meets the eye. Will the oh-so-delicious Clay be the death of rule number seven?
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Breaking Rule Seven
"Somebody had better be dead," Charity Marks grumbled, fumbling with her cell phone in the darkness.
It had been three months since she had moved to Broken Branch for a public relations job with the Professional Rodeo Riders Association, and she still wasn't quite used to getting phone calls at all hours of the night.
Glancing at her caller ID, she cursed under her breath. "Yes, Garrett?" she answered with a heavy sigh. "What'd he do now ?"
"Sorry to wake you up again, Char. DUI this time." Garrett Blevins was in his late fifties and just as frustrated as Charity was. Keeping Clay Cooper out of trouble wasn't what either of them wanted to do, yet they continuously found themselves in the position of dealing with his messes.
First, there had been a fling with a socialite down in Dallas. She'd thrown a fit when she caught Clay in the middle of a threesome with two other women in a hotel room, and threatened to use her father's money to take the entire PRRA down. Then, there had been a bar brawl in Kentucky that had left another cowboy competitor's jaw wired shut for a month. It seemed that wherever Clay was, trouble followed.
"Luckily, I went to high school with the cop and talked him into making the paperwork disappear," Garrett continued on the other end of the line. Charity could almost hear him shaking his head through the phone. “The sad part is the kid is just so talented. He's about to piss away an entire career. We’ve got to figure out a way to control him. I’m just not sure how.”
Charity frowned. She’d had tough clients before, but never this tough. Clay Cooper—self-proclaimed bull riding badass and Casanova extraordinaire—knew how to get on her last nerve. And it didn't help that he looked like he came straight out of the pages of GQ , which somehow seemed to turn any amount of feminine sensibility she previously had completely to hell the moment he walked into the room.
To put it bluntly, she'd been incredibly
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