The Cowboy Billionaire: The Full Story of Bareback Ranch

By Ella B. Wilder

Ashley grew up on a horse ranch, and can't imagine life outside of one. She spent her teenage years and into her early twenties as an accomplished jockey, often leaving many of her would-be competitors choking on her ride's dust clouds. Only, the older she gets, the more she realizes it's time for another occupation. When she gets offered a job as a part-time jockey and full-time horse trainer at billionaire Max Baker's ranch, how can she afford to refuse? 

Little does she know that horse training isn't the only thing the illustrious Mr. Baker wants Ashley for. He's thinking her new job needs to include some rough and hard riding, and, like any Old West cowboy, he wants to do it bareback without protection. After all, his horses aren't the only things he's looking to breed... 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ella B. Wilder
• Release date: Jul 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513050775

Ella B. Wilder

This one is a thirty-something lover of all things erotic and western. Do cowboys turn you on? Enjoy the thought of a muscled younger man with a deep tan and talented tongue? Eager for some gun-slinging action? Then pour yourself a whiskey, sit back, and enjoy some Wilder western stories! ... Although you might wanna close that door first...

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Ella B. Wilder

This book is entirely a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products, and events in this book, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, events, companies, organizations or products is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Ella B. Wilder

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Published by Wylde Press.

PART I

So, this is it. I whisper to myself as I turn down the private road.

I’d brought just a few suitcases in my beat up Volvo station wagon. And as I drive through the gates of Mr. Baker’s multi-million dollar ranch, I suddenly feel more self-conscious than ever. I don’t meet many billionaires, and now I wonder if I should’ve chosen something a bit more formal than this simple white t-shirt and blue jeans. It’s been a long drive to the man’s Colorado ranch, and I know I look even more exhausted than I feel.

There’s several miles of sweeping pastures, with dozens of horses meandering the grounds, on both sides of the hard-packed dirt road running between the ranch’s public road entrance and Mr. Baker’s three-story mansion-like ranch house. Is this really it? I gasp as the looming building grows in magnificence as I pull the wagon past its front steps and around to a small parking lot.

I take a quick look in the rearview mirror and smooth down my hair. Since I was a girl, horses have been the one thing that’s kept my attention. I remember my mother’s farm, and being introduced to my first racing filly, Sasha. I was thirteen then and she was my everything. It would be another three years before I could officially compete, but my mother’s trainer worked with me every day, and slowly my confidence with horses grew. Those first years were some of the most exhilarating, if the most intense. Putting not only Sasha, but also my own body into rigorous activity.

Most bystanders see only the horses, but they don’t recognize the trials us jockeys have to put our own bodies through. Luckily, I was blessed with my father’s good metabolism and my mother’s small frame. Daily workouts for me included long afternoons practicing gymnastic stunts to tone down my muscles and extend my endurance. If I hadn’t loved the thrill of the race, I could’ve gone on to compete as a gymnast.

But, as much fun as swinging on the rings can sometimes be, it pales in comparison to racing as one with the horse beneath you. There is pure beauty in the smell of sweat and musky horse scent mixed with the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you thunder through a small herd of heaving beasts. While I know I was sent to the racetrack to win, the winning never meant as much to me as those few minutes of racing intensity.

I shake those memories from my head and slowly open the door to my new life, a life not as a full-time competing jockey, but one more as a trainer. I gasp with surprise as an older man appears at my side, seemingly out of nowhere. How long have I been lost in thought?

Ms. Kepper? The man looks to be in his late 40s, with soft, silvery hair edging his temples and a sturdy build. He’s handsome, in a refined and more gentlemanly way.

I settle my nerves with a deep breath. Yep, thats me.

I’m Roger. Mr. Baker has instructed me to show you to your lodgings here at the ranch.

I nod and open the door to grab my stuff, but as I heave them from the backseat, Roger firmly takes them from my hands.

Is this all you have Ms. Kepper? He asks, easily swinging the two bags in his arms. He looks over my shoulder to curiously eye the station wagon’s woefully empty cargo area.

I feel a warm blush spread across my cheeks. You can call me Ashley. And yes, I’m afraid I was never one for too many belongings.

Roger smiles and shrugs his arms, Of course. This way.

I follow him down a nice paved path around the side of the massive main building. We pass a quaint little kitchen garden and an expansive backyard complete with an inground pool and veranda. This Max Baker definitely has a southern taste for flair. At the very end of the yard is a little annexed cabin. It has its own little front porch with a swing and even a small garden plot lining the front. This can’t be for me, can it? I look widely around, looking for some bunkhouse or other potential lodging spaces.

Here, we are. Mr. Baker thought you might appreciate your own space.

Roger sits my bags down on the cute wooden porch and opens the front door, gesturing for me to enter first. As I step inside, I pinch myself on my arm, making sure I