Kendra spends her days and nights running a business, sculpting, and leading a Tahitian dance group in Kauai. She can’t squeeze anything else into her life, but she dreams of cowboys. Sexy, hot cowboys in tight jeans, low-tipped Stetsons, and dusty boots. Men who know all about how to please a woman. She enjoys her fantasies, but can’t imagine ever settling down. But one night with one would be so nice. Surely that would get her dreams of a white knight cowboy sweeping her off her feet out of her system.
Because of an accident that Shane believes left him “less of a man,” he doesn’t see a wife and children in his future. Carson, his ranching partner—and sometimes lover—thinks Shane is wrong. Carson refuses to let Shane settle for a life of rodeo bunnies who only want a romp in bed with a bull rider. Shane deserves more than that. He manages to sign Shane up with a matchmaking service to, hopefully, meet another kind of woman, maybe someone who will appreciate Shane for the man he is. Except Madame Evangeline expects both of the cowboys to go on this special one night date. It doesn’t take long for either cowboy to realize that one night with the purple-haired, hip-shaking beauty in Kauai might not be enough….
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“I can’t do this!” Kendra glared at Alexis in the dressing room mirror. She had one boob in a coconut cup and one boob that refused to go in the other bra cup. “I can’t!”
Alexis walked over and pushed Kendra’s hands out of the way. She lifted the problem coconut shell cup and gently guided the uncooperative breast into place. “Situation resolved.”
Tears threatened and Kendra’s stomach churned. “That’s not all of what’s wrong.”
She’d been stressed ever since learning about this arranged meeting between her and the two cowboys from Kansas. She’d been dreaming about a sexy cowboy for so long. But two at the same time? What if neither of them met her visualization? Would she be soured on all cowboys? Would her fantasies be ruined forever? She didn’t have time in her harried life for more than the occasional one. She needed it.
She exhaled deeply, wincing at the slight movement of the rough shells over her tender breasts. She still hadn’t gotten around to replacing the felt lining and would pay for that negligence today. “My dreams are all I have. If this goes wrong…. If they are—”
“This could be far better than those dreams of yours,” Alexis chastised with a frown. “It’s two cowboys.”
Kendra paced away and fluffed out her skirt. “Could be, being keywords.” A tear trickled down her cheek and she dashed it away. Then her shoulders slumped and she mumbled, “I should never have agreed to any of this.” She glowered. “You pushed me into it, all of it. Agreeing to spend a night with two cowboys is bad enough. But you accepted this dance show without discussing it with me. And they are supposed to meet me here.”
She paced across the small room again, fluffing the sides of her grass skirt again. “First impressions are a big deal, you know. And here I’ll be shimmying my ass around wearing a pink skirt made of fake grass and bouncing my boobs in a dumb coconut shell bra.”
To her disgust, Alexis laughed. “They’ll think themselves the luckiest cowboys in the world.”