Vanessa is "helping" a Federal Marshall named Johnny Law track down the love of her life! If she uses her womanly wiles on him, is it for Dexter or is it for her?
Check out previous chapters from my fake romance novel.
Chapter 1 - Vanessa Lonelyheart
Chapter 2 - The Scottish Cowboy of My Heart
Chapter 3 - Lovers Ridge
Chapter 4 - Cow or Never
Chapter 5 - Everybody Get (Hoe)Down
Chapter 6 - Bullocks to you, Sandra!
Chapter 7 - Two Can Play at Solitaire
Chapter 8 - On the Run From Johnny Law
THE HEART IS THE LONELIEST DUDE RANCH
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9: The Hot Hills of
Desperation
The thunder rolled in the heavens like two lover clouds making
angry love-sex. The rain droplets were steady and cold on her fever hot
bosom. If you spied her bosom through the downpour, you would say it
was ‘heaving’. Some bosoms did regular ups and downs, but never
Vanessa Lonelyheart’s. Hers was heave only.
Especially around a law hunk like this Federal Marshall. Johnny
Law’s sun blond hair all rain slicked around his Hollywood shaped skull. His
eyes like two aquamarine lasers gooing up her heart. His lips like
two segments of grapefruit she wanted to squeeze dry. His jean clad
butt like two volleyballs shoved into…
No, Vanessa! You’re not out on Desperation Hills looking for love. You’re
looking for signs of Dexter McChest, the ex-Scottish Prince turned cowboy you
turned into Immigration.
They were here to make sure he was not dead or worse,
remarried. He was hiding out in the hills and she was sure her love
radar would lead them right to him. She didn’t have any other plan
but to see him. More like absorb him. Make amends. If possible,
sexually. Then they would get married and take back his Scottish
throne. She was sure she could find some good old boys who wouldn’t
mind invading England.
Johnny spoke up, “If he resists, I may have to shoot him. You’ll
want to look away. I always aim for the face.”
“I understand,” Vanessa barely breathed out. What was
she thinking? The lawman wasn’t going to just let him go. And
Dexter wouldn’t just let himself be taken. It would be a
shoot-out. And one or two beautiful men might have to die in her
arms. She’d been so set on finding him, she’d hadn’t considered the
gnarly end.
Vanessa made a sexy decision. “Marshall, I’m freezing. There’s a natural cave over there. Could we just warm our bodies a bit?”
Johnny nodded his man-nod and led their horses to the cave. Vanessa
knew what she must do. She must sacrifice her body for her
man. She must sleep with one gorgeous hunk monster to save her strapping
hottie with a body. Oh, the agony of her life. The sexy
conundrums she found herself in.
As she sat down on the cold cave floor, neither she nor Johnny Law
noticed the eyes watching them from deep inside the cavern. It’s
most likely, 80 percent probably, a bear.
NEXT CHAPTER: BEAR YOUR HEART TO ME
