Bought by the Cowboy

Alexa Riley

Contents (46)

Bought by the Cowboy

Alexa Riley

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride

Chapter 1

Read Me Romance

Stalk the Author

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Bought by the Cowboy

by Alexa Riley

Bull riding and beer. That’s all the big arena in town is known for, even though Tracy works herself ragged every night of the week to make it a popular rodeo stop. Too bad her dad owns the place and is in debt up to his eyes. What’s his solution? Make Bronco an offer he can’t refuse.

Bronco isn’t looking to buy an arena, especially one that’s run down and falling in. But when the owner says the deal comes with Tracy, how can he refuse?

Warning: grab your spurs and giddy up! Find out if this cowboy can hang on for more than eight seconds… and how fast he falls in love.

Dedicated to men that know when to shut up…

And still use their mouth.

Chapter One

Tracy

“Nina, I need your, ah, count?” I finally say. It comes out more a question than anything. “For the night,” I add, practically stumbling over my own words. I’m supposed to be her boss, but here I am being as awkward as ever.

I’ve known Nina my whole life. We live in a small town that’s about thirty minutes from the big city. Everyone knows everyone here, but we still get lots of new faces coming and going for a night out at the rodeo.

I’ve been standing here for ten minutes waiting for her to finish her conversation with one of the steer wrestlers that performed tonight. If I recall, he hadn’t been very good, but I don’t pay much attention anymore because all those guys blend together.

They all have the same personality and air of cockiness. A cockiness I don’t understand because while the Circle C Rodeo might be mid-tier for performers, it’s like being in the minors in baseball. Sure, they could move up, but you’d think these men have already made it. The buckle bunnies don’t help with that either. There’s nothing wrong with a big attitude if the man can back it up. So far, I’m simply unimpressed.