Rodeo Rhapsody

Ava Green

There is something so seductive about a man in tight jeans showing off his prowess—and his strength—against a fifteen-hundred-pound bucking horse or bull. The sight has fascinated me since I was a little girl when I would watch my daddy at the local rodeo. But looking is all I'll ever do. My daddy taught me a very painful lesson. You can't trust a cowboy. They'll always break your heart. So why is it that the moment I lock eyes with Jensen Morris, I forget that lesson and throw caution to the wind?

Jensen Morris

Being a rodeo star wasn't what I'd planned for my life, yet here I was doing it. Riding just seemed to come naturally to me, and like my pop always says, if you're good at something, you damn sight better stick with it. Unlike a lot of cowboys, I don't bed a new woman every night, but as the saying goes, guilty by association. That's what she flung at me when I asked her out. Ava Green. She has the voice of an angel, a body made for sin, and I plan to make her mine, even if I have to get on my knees and beg.