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Kissing the Cowboy

Kennedy Fox Books, LLCerschienen am01.07.2022
After drinking a bottle of wine, Harper tells her business rival that she recently got engaged. Once the hangover wears off, Harper realizes she now needs a fake fiancé or to admit she lied. Wanting to avoid the backlash, she asks her childhood best friend for a favor.


She can pretend she's not in love with him, but her traitorous body reveals otherwise.


Ethan Bishop will do anything for Harper, even if it's crazy and means risking his heart. Pretending to be engaged to the woman he's always loved proves to be difficult-especially when repressed feelings bubble to the surface.


He only wants to help, but everyone in his life sees through his façade.


It's hard to know what's real or fake when their private moments turn intimate. When they cross the line and fall between the sheets, the truth is undeniable.


Just as they feared, their friendship's no longer the same. However, one thing's certain-there's no going back now.
**Kissing the Cowboy is a complete stand-alone and can be read without reading any of the other books or spin-off series, but if you prefer to read in order, start with Hitching the Cowboy as the characters and families do interconnect.**mehr

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KlappentextAfter drinking a bottle of wine, Harper tells her business rival that she recently got engaged. Once the hangover wears off, Harper realizes she now needs a fake fiancé or to admit she lied. Wanting to avoid the backlash, she asks her childhood best friend for a favor.


She can pretend she's not in love with him, but her traitorous body reveals otherwise.


Ethan Bishop will do anything for Harper, even if it's crazy and means risking his heart. Pretending to be engaged to the woman he's always loved proves to be difficult-especially when repressed feelings bubble to the surface.


He only wants to help, but everyone in his life sees through his façade.


It's hard to know what's real or fake when their private moments turn intimate. When they cross the line and fall between the sheets, the truth is undeniable.


Just as they feared, their friendship's no longer the same. However, one thing's certain-there's no going back now.
**Kissing the Cowboy is a complete stand-alone and can be read without reading any of the other books or spin-off series, but if you prefer to read in order, start with Hitching the Cowboy as the characters and families do interconnect.**
Details
Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781946087652
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Erscheinungsjahr2022
Erscheinungsdatum01.07.2022
Seiten350 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse614
Artikel-Nr.5843087
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Genre9200

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe






CHAPTER THREE

ETHAN





I glance at my truck, but I know way too many vehicles will be parked at the B&B, so I grab the keys to the four-wheeler we have in the shop. After I fill it with gas, I crank it and head to Harper s.

Since her dad started working on the ranch as a teenager and has no plans to ever quit, Grandma offered their family a one-hundred-year lease on a piece of land to build a house. So in a roundabout way, we re kinda neighbors too. I say kinda because the ranch is ten thousand acres.

As soon as the tires hit the gravel road, dust kicks up in my wake. I give it more gas, enjoying the warm breeze. The road curves, and I turn down the long driveway that leads to the two-story ranch house. I drive around it until I m idling outside of Harper s cabin. I rev the engine loudly until she swings the door open with a cute scowl.

I thought you were drivin your truck?

Nah. Wanted to bring it back old-school style, like how I d pick you up before I got my license. I slap the seat behind me and notice she s wearing a short sundress with an oversized hat. Swallowing hard, I push away the thoughts of peeling that thin material off her body and devouring her.

Harper shrugs, then locks the door.

With one swift movement, Harper bundles the dress material in her hand, then swings her leg over. She scoots forward, snaking her arms around my waist, and I love how close she is to me. I tilt my chin toward her so she can hear over the engine. Hang on, sweetheart.

Seconds later, I do a donut in the yard before heading to the main road.

You re gonna pay for that, Ethan Bishop, she scolds in my ear, and I d be lying if I said I didn t like the sound of it. I slow down, not wanting this moment to end. As we approach the B&B, I notice how many vehicles are already parked on the side of the road.

Now you know why I drove this, I tell Harper. Turning off the engine, I wait for Harper to get off before I do.

Smart.

Learned my lesson last year when my stupid-ass cousins decided to block me in for two days with ranch hand trucks.

She chuckles. Oh yeah. Almost forgot about that. Your grandma was pissed.

Yep. Threatened to ground them all. And I wouldn t put it past her.

As we walk around the big barn, the music gets louder. Tables are set out with a massive spread of burger patties, hot dogs, smoked sausage links, and desserts. At one end is a big bowl of my favorite pineapple punch.

Is that what I think it is? Harper beams when she spots it.

It s not the Fourth of July without it! Before we make our way over to get a cup, my name is called. I turn to see Elle waving me over and know I can t leave her hanging, so I grab Harper s hand and lead her over.

As soon as I m close, Elle holds out her arms. I lean down and try my best to hug her, but it s a bit difficult since she s seven months pregnant now.

How s my niece today? I ask with a grin.

Hot and hungry! Elle playfully wipes her hand over her glistening forehead. Harper! Lookin real cute in that dress. I d bet anythin you get asked on a date by one of the ranch hands today.

Harper blushes with a shrug. I m gonna scold my sister later for that little comment since I know it was only said to irk me.

What does your hat say? Elle asks. She reads it aloud, Single & Searchin ?

I immediately look for myself because I hadn t noticed it said anything.

Harper snorts. No, it doesn t. It says Hello Sunshine.

Elle looks at me with a raised brow. Your reaction, though, told me everything I need to know. The classic I wish Harper was my girlfriend panicked look. When are you two finally gonna admit it? She crosses her arms over her bump, and I scowl at her lack of filter.

Admit what? That we re best friends? I maintain my denial. For years, Elle has consistently teased about how Harper and I act when we re together. I m sure my sister s hoping one day we ll confess our undying love, and she ll gloat about how she was always right. Sometimes it s easier to just bury my feelings than to actually admit I m in love with my best friend, especially since she doesn t feel the same, and it d just make things awkward.

Mm-hmm, Elle says, pointing back and forth between us. You two ain t foolin me. Just wastin time when you could be makin me an aunt. You re my only chance to become one, ya know?

I scoff. No pressure.

Wishing we weren t having this conversation right now, I glance over and notice the water balloons, and my eyes widen in panic.

What? Elle and Harper ask at the same time.

Dad told me to tell Uncle Jackson absolutely no water balloons this year.

Elle grunts. Dad can t control him. No one can. But damn, he s gonna be pissed when he sees these special ones Uncle Jackson got. I heard Kane say they ordered them months ago.

Are they supersized? Harper asks just as Jackson holds up a water balloon five times bigger than the standard size. His gaze zeroes in on us-his targets. Seconds later, he s running with it. Elle puts her fingers between her lips and releases the loudest whistle I ve ever heard.

Conversations stop, and everyone focuses on her.

Elle clears her throat and points her finger at our uncle, who looks like he just got scolded. I am pregnant. And I ll kill you. So save it for someone else.

Don t do it, Dad, my cousin Kaitlyn adds. Soon everyone in the family is running off and begging Jackson not to throw it at them.

My eyes go wide as Jackson takes four steps forward before lifting his arm and throwing the balloon straight toward us. Elle screams at the top of her lungs moments before Connor blocks her and takes a direct hit. When Connor turns, he s soaked. Olivia bursts into a fit of laughter, then everyone else does too.

Minutes later, Grandma s hurtling through a crowd toward us.

Jackson Joel Bishop! No matter how old grandma s children get, they ll never be too old to get yelled at.

Mama, calm down, Uncle Jackson says, chuckling when Grandma takes off her boot and acts like she s gonna whip him with it.

You never irritate a pregnant woman in her third trimester! Kiera, Jackson s wife and love of his life, scolds just as she throws two balloons in Jackson s face.

Harper s laughter fills the air just as I hear a groan from behind us.

Uh-oh, I say, seeing the irritation written all over my dad s face.

Didn t you tell him what I said? he asks as he passes me. The next thing I know, a full-blown water balloon fight has begun-one that Uncle Jackson starts. It ends with Grandma threatening to kick all their asses if they don t stop acting like children.

Evan Tyler, you re supposed to be the responsible one, Grandma scolds as she picks up the balloon scraps.

You mean the old, boring one, Jackson taunts, shoving my dad s chest.

Ahh yeah. Alex sighs with a wicked smile. It s a good day to be the youngest sibling.

John snorts, shaking his head as he helps Grandma with the trash. Says the first one to become a grandpa. You re the old man round here.

At that comment, Alex chases after him, but John speeds up, weaving around the food and nearly knocking over the dessert table. The fact that they re in their fifties and can still run without getting a cramp shows how hard and long they ve worked on the ranch.

No one better ruin my pies, Maize chimes in as we watch our fathers act like idiots. Though this is nothing we haven t seen before. It d be a rare event without their antics

John Joseph Bishop, you stop it! Grandma shakes her head as Grandpa joins the party, barely fazed by what he s stumbled into.

Alexander Scott, get back here and clean up this mess, Grandma demands.

You know it s serious when she s whipped out all four of their middle names.

As if they re teenagers getting busted, they gather around to do what Grandma demanded.

After everyone has settled down and we eat, Harper and I grab an extra blanket. We then make our way over to our favorite spot with a cup of punch. Since we were kids, we ve spent this day together, and it wouldn t be the same without her.

I put the blanket on the ground, and we lie down. Harper removes her hat and brushes against me as she scoots over. Extending my arm, I create space for her to come closer. Havin fun?

Yep, as always. She beams, snuggling into me. Harper smells sweet like gardenias, and I know it s one of her soap scents.

She rests her palm on my stomach, and I try not to let her touch affect me though it s nearly impossible. I concentrate on steadying my breathing so I don t give myself away. One would think after all these years, I d have...


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