Locking Horns
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By: M. K. Trent | Other books by M. K. Trent Categories: Mainstream Romance, Contemporary Word Count: 78,022 Heat Level: STEAMY Published By: The Wild Rose Press
High school comes back to haunt Lexi Cunningham when she finds herself doing community service in Charles Town, West Virginia at Buddy Beckett’s cattle ranch. Buddy was the school trouble-maker she had no time for. Now she has to make time for him – 100 hours of time to be exact. Buddy Beckett’s favorite fantasy thirteen years ago was arrogant, unapproachable Alexis Cunningham. Much to his delight, she’s gotten herself into dutch with the law and her retribution includes cleaning stalls in his barn. Quite a come-down for the girl who considered herself better than everyone else in high school. Thrown together in one crazy situation after another, Buddy and Lexi discover that life can toss some pretty big cow pies into the ring – including the big “L” word, Love. 0 Ratings
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 Locking Horns
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ExcerptIt was one of those West Virginia days in late April that turn hot and sticky without warning. What should have been a cool spring morning had become a mid-July scorcher. Sweat poured off Buddy Beckett and mingled with dirt, while he wrestled with a Longhorn calf. He ate dust when the miserable creature rolled him to the ground. Hoots and catcalls rang through the air. The men atop the fence alternately encouraged him and laughed at him, as the determined calf repeatedly made a fool of him. "What's the matter, boss? That little dawgie gonna kick your ass." A round of laughter went up, then a shout. The calf kicked loose. Buddy chased it, tackled it and brought it to the ground again. "Damn, you little bastard." He wrenched the calf's neck around and finally got the best of it. He lay on the ground with the animal, his lungs burning as he sucked in hot, dirty air. He didn't dare wipe the sweat from his eyes. He'd tried that once already and the calf had kicked him a good one in the shin. Opening one eye, Buddy saw more than dirt and fence rails. In front of him was a pair of girly shoes complete with ten red-nailed toes peaking out the front. Bare, tanned ankles caught his attention. Just then the calf got a second wind, whipped its head around and sent him rolling. The commentary from the guys on the fence rail had nothing to do with the calf, and everything to do with the owner of those remarkable toes. Buddy muttered a curse under his breath. Why did women show up when he looked and smelled like shit? |
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