Friday, September 19, 2025

Unedited Excerpt! 18+ ONLY! by Rhonda Lee Carver

 

This beauty is no cowgirl, but she’s about to rope in a Texas Ranger.


Margo Winnfield lives a comfortable life as a romance author, but things are about to get bad—very bad. Her ex-boyfriend is fatally shot in front of her, and the cowboy who comes to her rescue is about as irritating as a bed of nails. From the moment he walks into her life and gives her the shirt off his back—literally—she has no choice but to trust that he can keep her safe. But from who? From her viewpoint, he’s about as dangerous as the men who killed her ex and want her dead too. This could be a story right out of one of her novels, but this was real life, and she was out of her comfort zone.

The last thing Dean “Hawkeye” Hawk needs is to babysit some princess writer but finding out who orchestrated the ambush on the Texas Heat Recon unit is top priority—and the lady has valuable information. He’ll need to earn her trust—and work on his charm—if he wants to find out everything she knows.

Back on Creed’s Creek Ranch, Margo is bound and determined to prove to Hawkeye that she can pull calves, feed livestock, and handle backbreaking chores. And, the words flow like water. This could be the best book she’s ever written, and it’s a love story. The rough and cocky cowboy isn’t about all work and no horseplay. The nights are heating up, and it isn’t just the danger lurking in the small town.

Hawkeye is full of mystery, and he has secrets. Can he share with her that he’s a Texas Ranger? He might want to earn her trust, but can he trust her?



UNEDITED EXCERPT

Leo liked to be spanked.
Margo Winnfield tried—she’d given it her best. She’d spanked his rock-hard, five-times-a-week-gym ass with fake enthusiasm just to please him. In the end, nothing pleased him. He was still a narcissist who’d left her seven times until she’d grown thick skin and detached herself from him.
The last time he’d broken things off with her because they wanted different things in their lives. He no longer wanted to be in a committed relationship.
He still wanted to be spanked, of course.
“I’m glad you’re finally away from him.”
Margo handed over the bottle of beer to her brother and met his gaze for a fleeting second. She knew how much Travis hated Leo. They’d come to near blows twice over the last year. “I know you hate him.”
“He cheated on you, sis. Outside of every other negative thing he did to you that should have been the last straw.”
“Trav, you’r speaking tpo me as if I still need convincing. I left him. Leo and I are done. I don’t need you, or anyone, trying to talk me away. I am away—happily away.” She took a long drag from her bottle.
“Fine. Sorry. I’ll let it rest.”
She laid her hand on his across the counter. “I understand you want to protect me. You’ve always been a good brother, but I’ve got this. How about some dinner? I have Chinese leftovers.”
“Sure.” His smile had returned but didn’t quite reach his eyes.
She busied herself heating the leftovers as she and Travis chatted about his new relationship with a yoga teacher. The ringing of her phone interrupted.
“Who is that, Trav?” she asked as she set a plate of food into the microwave and hit power.
He didn’t answer.
She swiveled. She caught a glance of him as he the front door behind him.
What the hell had come over him?
Her cell dinged.
She’d missed a call from Leo and she had one unread message from him.
Now she knew why Travis had disappeared without saying a word.
Reading the message, she had to read it twice…
 
I know you said you never wanted to see me again but I need to see you. It’s urgent. You’ll understand when I speak to you. Meet me at our usual place at six.
 
Her stomach rolled. She assumed they were back to that “hot-cold-cycle”. Every few weeks he’d had a change in mood and it’d been like clockwork over the last six months. Like a faucet being switched with no concern for her feelings. From love bombing and faking-future tactics to suddenly wanting his freedom. At thirty-eight he should be less…well, immature. He’d always placed his own needs in front of hers, and couldn’t keep his pants zipped.
Another message was sent.
 
Please, Margo. Meet me and you’ll never hear from me ever again. I promise.




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