Alone with You. Debbi Rawlins
He’ll be hers…one way or another!
After years of rebellion, Lexy Worthington just did the unthinkable—she asked her father for a job. Now she’s been roped into finding a rodeo star for a promotional calendar. Bareback bronc rider Will Tanner is perfect. He’s under contract, his career is in decline, plus he’s a grade A hottie. And Lexy will drag him to Houston even if she has to hog-tie him herself.
Tanner isn’t making it easy. He’ll do whatever it takes to distract Lexy from her mission—even if it means playing hot ’n’ dirty. Now the road trip from hell has turned into a sizzling sexcapade. But this time, Tanner may have found the one ride he won’t be able to walk away from….
You’ll never get enough of these cowboys!
Talented Harlequin Blaze author
Debbie Rawlins keeps the cowboys
coming with her popular miniseries
Made in Montana
The little town of Blackfoot Falls
isn’t so sleepy anymore….
In fact, it seems everyone’s staying up late!
Get your hands on a hot cowboy with
#789 Alone with You
(March 2014)
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(June 2014)
#812 Behind Closed Doors
(September 2014)
And remember,
the sexiest cowboys are Made in Montana!
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to the world of Made in Montana! I think you’ll find this book a little different from the others. It’s a love story that takes place over the course of a road trip. Lexy Worthington’s job depends on getting stubborn-as-a-mule, sexy rodeo champion Will Tanner all the way from Montana to Houston, Texas, in time for a photo shoot he is dead set against.
First, he refuses to fly, then he insists on driving his old trailer (called Betsy) or the deal’s off. Short on cash, trust and patience, Lexy has no choice but to travel with him. If she can make it to Houston without strangling him, her future will be safe and secure, and if she never sees Tanner again, it’ll be too soon.
I confess, I totally fell in love with Tanner when he watched a young rodeo cowboy tweet his scores to fans. Tanner, a little wiser, and much older, realizes it might be time to hang up his spurs in this crazy new rodeo world of young bucks shunning beer for vitamin drinks and worrying about how to market themselves. What he ought to do is rest his weary bones and make himself a T-shirt that says “Real Men Don’t Tweet.” Poor Tanner, but lucky Lexy (and me), because he stole my heart at that moment, and steering him toward his happy ending was more fun than I can say.
I hope you enjoy the ride!
Love,
Debbi
Alone With You
Debbi Rawlins
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debbi Rawlins grew up in the country with no fast-food drive-throughs or nearby neighbors, so one might think as a kid she’d be dazzled by the bright lights of the city, the allure of the unfamiliar. Not so. She loved Westerns in movies and books, and her first crush was on a cowboy—okay, he was an actor in the role of a cowboy, but she was only eleven, so it counts. It was in Houston, Texas, where she first started writing for Harlequin, and now, more than fifty books later, she has her own ranch...of sorts. Instead of horses, she has four dogs, five cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle keeping her on her toes on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah. And of course, the deer and elk are always welcome.
For Jolie and Jill, my plotting posse,
who listen to me whine
and know when to bring out the whip.
Contents
1
THE LAST THING Alexis Worthington wanted to do was beg for a job. Especially from her own father. She watched the numbers climb on the elevator as she rode to the top floor of the family’s downtown Oklahoma City building. Then she went straight to the ladies’ room to check that her updo was still tucked in and her conservative blue suit was lint free, and most important to meet with Norma, her father’s longtime assistant. She pushed open the door and relaxed for the first time that morning.
“Oh, my goodness, Alexis, look at you.” Norma, her auburn hair swept into the same French twist she’d worn since the nineties, shook her head fondly. “You’re looking more and more like your mother.”
“And you look younger than when I saw you last year. How does that work?” Lexy’s laugh broke into a cough when Norma nearly squeezed the breath out of her.
The woman stood barely five feet but she had strong, wiry arms and a steel will to match. She was the perfect assistant for Marshall Worthington and had stuck it out with him for over twenty years. Lexy only wished her own mother was as capable of going toe-to-toe with him.
Norma moved back to hold Lexy at arm’s length. “Why are you dressed like a funeral director?”
“Gee, thanks.” Lexy quickly smoothed back the tendril of hair Norma had dislodged. “This is an Armani suit and I think I look very professional.”
Norma sighed. “You do. You just don’t look like you.”
“Today isn’t about me,” she said quietly. This was about getting back in her father’s good graces. Eight years