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.Rocky Mountain Rebel© 2013 Vivian ArendSix Pack Ranch, Book 5Vicki Hansol made different choices than her less-than-reputable mom and sister, yet her fierytemper has left her branded with the same town-bad-girl label.When she desperately needs a changeof scenery, her get-out-of-town-free ticket arrives and requires she face down one of her deepestfears.Easygoing Joel Coleman has nothing to complain about, but he s never really done anything to bragabout either.The youngest member of the Six Pack Ranch is looking to make some changes in his lifethat include stepping out from under his twin brother s shadow.So when the bold beauty with the smart mouth approaches him with a proposition, Joel isintrigued.Her request for him to teach her to ride soon takes on a whole new meaning.All thatpassion in his arms, his bed, in the barn& hell, anywhere he can get it? Bring it on.But tangling the sheets leads to unanticipated complications, and by the time the dust settles,everything family means is going to be challenged.Warning: Saddle up for some youthful vigor applied with great enthusiasm.Ropes, rails andraunchy sex there s more places to get dirty around the ranch than first meets the eye.Enjoy the following excerpt for Rocky Mountain Rebel:No, she wouldn t play the blame game.No matter how she d been treated while growing up, nomatter what her family s reputation, she was an adult and responsible for her own actions.Right now? There was no one to blame for being unemployed but herself.She d love to say it wasEric s fault, but he wasn t the one who d moved his fat head into her fists.She shouldered her backpack and headed down the alley, thankful he hadn t pressed assaultcharges.He could have, and it would have been nothing more than another round of he said, shesaid& The town bad girl acting out against the star valedictorian.Another round with another loss for her.The end of the alley was mere steps away, the sunshine on the sidewalk her goal, when someonestepped around the corner and she jerked to a stop.Images of vindictive mob-crews sent by Eric vanished as Joel Coleman blocked her path.Shepaused, making sure she was in position to run if needed.Not that Joel had ever done anything tothreaten her, but being cautious was only smart. What? If the word came out sharp and defensive, so be it.Joel examined her carefully. You okay? Just peachy, she lied, the sarcasm in her voice tinny and bright. Don t fuck around, he growled.The words rumbled over her, dark and rough, and for once she allowed herself to look him over.To take in the broad width of his shoulders stretching his T-shirt.Massive biceps pushing the sleeves.Narrow waist and well-worn jeans, with a lighter patch right there where her gaze shouldn t dwell.He shifted his weight, and the impulse to stare a little longer was hard to fight when his thighs andhis&Vicki dragged her gaze up to the relative safety of his face.Only it wasn t safe, not by a long shot.Bright blue eyes twinkled at her, a lazy love-em-and-leave-em smirk on his firm lips.His hair longenough she wished she could step in closer and thread her fingers through it to see if it was as soft asit looked.Yeah, if it wasn t the stupidest idea ever, she would love to get a taste of Joel Coleman.Alwayshad wanted one, never would take herself up on the craving.She took a deep breath and stared over his shoulder. Sorry.I m still riled up. I figured. Joel stepped to the side, his body swaying back into her line of vision, and the concernon his face nearly killed her. I really did want to make sure you were okay. I m fine. Vicki paused.The words stuck in her throat, but he had helped. And& thanks.I mean,earlier, at the restaurant. No problem. He glanced at his watch. You finish your shift already?No use in lying.He d find out soon enough she d been canned. I m going to look for a differentjob.One more suited to my personality.Sorry, no peach pies tomorrow.He nodded. Sorry to see you go.Vicki needed to get home.Needed to hide, and not have to think for a few minutes. See youaround.She shouldered past him, ignoring his hand that brushed her arm as she walked by.She was at theedge of the alley, stepping into the sunlight, when he spoke again. I heard Orson s Hardware is hiring stockers.Vicki paused.Glanced over her shoulder. Thanks.That might be a better place for me.I ll lookinto it. Vicki, if&  His words trickled to a stop, and the strangeness in that alone was enough to pin herfeet to the ground.She turned to face him, waiting for him to finish. What?Joel was looking at her.Really looking, as if seeing beyond the tough-girl façade she wore likearmor.She tugged her backpack a little closer, hiding behind it. If you ever need, well, someone to talk to.Or a hand.Let me know, okay?She should have responded.Should have blurted out a noncommittal thanks, but his offer knockedall logic from her brain and left her with nothing but emotional turmoil.They stood for a moment, nothing said, just a growing sense of disaster looming as Vicki fought theurge to give in.Because giving in would be a bad idea she was sure of it.It seemed like an earnest offer.Maybe.Or maybe more of the same of what she d been handedover the years [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]