Two to
Wrangle
(Hotel
Rodeo, #2)
By
Victoria Vane
A COUNTRY BOY...Maybe having a
hot and heavy affair with the boss’s daughter wasn’t the smartest move. But Ty
Morgan didn’t regret a moment with city girl Monica Brandt…until she left Las
Vegas to return to her life in New York. When devastating news sends her
running back, Ty can’t help but open his arms. His heart, however, is
another matter.
AND A CITY GIRL...Now that Ty has
what he’s always wanted—controlling interest in Hotel Rodeo—Monica is certain
their time together is at an end—until Ty asks her to come on board as a
partner. Maybe it’s just her money he needs, but the chance to stick
close to the sexy wrangler sure could make work a whole lot more interesting.
GET READY TO TANGO.. Their
partnership doesn’t come without a heap of problems. The two can’t agree on
anything—except their iron-hot attraction. As the hotel’s grand opening
approaches, the truth is all too clear: Ty and Monica must find a way to mix
business with pleasure if they have any shot at dancing off into the sunset
together…
Excerpt
“Do you have some kind of wrap or
shawl you could wear with that dress?” Ty asked, wanting a moment to set things
straight for the intruding asshole. “You might get cold later in such a little
bitty dress.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll look
for something,” Monica replied.
“Sure thing, Sugar.”
Evan scowled at the pet name.
Both men watched her departing
ass. Hot damn that dress was about to give him a heart attack. “You’d best stop
looking at her like that. And I better never see your hands on her again
either,” Ty murmured with a smile.
“She’s way out of your league,
cowboy.”
“Is she now?” Ty remarked,
stretching his smile.
“Are you actually implying she
dumped me for you?” Evan asked with a snort.
“Apparently she knows a good
thing when she see’s it. You didn’t.” Ty shrugged. “Guess that means I win. You
lose.”
“Who says the game’s over?” Evan
replied. “I never lose, cowboy. I’ve got more money and more influence than you
could ever imagine. I always get what I want.”
“Is that right, Evan?” Monica
stood in the doorway, wrap around her shoulders and bag in hand. “Did I just
interrupt some kind of pissing contest? If so, I can end it now.” She looked
from one man to the other, and then added with a smile, “For the record, Evan,
Ty’s is bigger.”
***
“You’re welcome, Ty,” Monica
replied tightly as they exited the hotel.
“I know you meant well, but that
was emasculating as hell.”
“For you or for him?” she asked
with a laugh. “You came out the clear winner.”
“That’s not the point. I didn’t
want or need your interference, Monica,” he grumbled. “I can handle arrogant
assholes like that. Been doing it my whole life.”
“So what did you expect me to do?
Stand there and let him insult you? The way you two were eyeballing each other,
I was beginning to think I might see some blood.”
“I doubt it would have come to
that,” he said.
“So it was all just ridiculous
male posturing?”
“Pretty much,” he confessed.
“He really does have more money
and influence than you, Ty,” Monica said. “He made Forbes Top 100 mogul list just
last year. There’s no way you could ever top him in anything related to
business, but you are in fact much better endowed. That shut him right down,
didn’t it?”
“Sure did. He may never get it up
again.” He signaled the limo. “I miss my damned truck.”
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