Hot in the Saddle

By Randi Alexander

Horse wrangler and off-duty firefighter Treven Arnett is the person closest to Delta Pennington’s racecar when it bursts into flames and spins onto the infield. Without a thought for his own safety, Treven reaches in and releases her, pulling her out to safety before her stock car is consumed by fire.

Delta looks up into the face of the cowboy who risked his life to save her, but as his eyes cloud over, she notices his severe injuries. She insists on staying and working his small horse ranch until he’s recovered, but the sexy cowboy makes it impossible for her to keep away from his hot loving. Serious daydreams of relocating to this quiet part of Texas surprise Delta as she and Treven grow more attached to each other.

When Treven learns that Delta has ulterior motives for her visit to his town, his anger explodes, and he kicks her out. But someone else is angry with Delta, incensed enough to have tampered with her racecar. Does Treven care enough for Delta to overlook her deceit and step back into her life to help find the culprit?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Randi Alexander
• Release date: Sep 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310548734

Randi Alexander

Randi Alexander writes romance novels in a fun variety of genres, like western, paranormal, menage, BDSM, motorcycle club, and even sweet. When she’s not writing a story or dreaming about her next book, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers or snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico. Forever an adventurous spirit with a romantic imagination, Randi is family-oriented and married to the best guy in the world. Give in to the allure of passion as Randi’s emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless. You’re guaranteed a story that’ll give you a happily ever after.

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Hot in the Saddle

Heroes in the Saddle Series, Book 1

By Randi Alexander

HOT IN THE SADDLE

Heroes in the Saddle Series, Book 1

Original Printing 2015

Revised Version Copyright © 2021 Randi Alexander

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Chapter One

Treven Arnett pulled his white straw cowboy hat down tighter on his head as a breeze blew across the infield of Wild Oak Speedway. The roar of the super stock cars’ engines surrounded him as drivers jockeyed for the lead in the race’s final laps. Dirt track racing had become his favorite live sport now that this part of Texas had installed its very own oval.

He’d volunteered to serve on the firefighting crew today and had put in his hours during the morning race. Despite all the work he needed to get done at his ranch, here he sat, sipping a beer with another off-duty firefighter, watching the end of the race.

One more, buddy? Treven’s friend Clint reached into his cooler and pulled out a can of brew, water dripping from both the beer and Clint’s hand.

Treven could almost taste another ice-cold pilsner slipping down his throat, but he shook his head. He needed to get home and get some work done. Thanks, but I should get moving. The horses don’t breed themselves.

Clint laughed as he opened the beer then ran his wet fingers through his short blond hair. Not in this day and age, they don’t.

The dozen thoroughbreds Treven owned and/or stabled on his property three miles away kept him busy and in property tax and vet-bill money, but he had to work his ass off twelve to sixteen hours a day, most days.

Ms. Delta Pennington. The announcer’s voice blared from the speakers. Our southern belle in the number thirteen car has taken third place from Randy Vinter and is moving up fast to challenge Beau Trudeaux for second.

Treven had gotten a peek at the lovely Ms. Delta as she’d inspected her car before the race. With her sunglasses on, he couldn’t see her trademark eyes, but her brown hair touched her shoulders in thick layers, and those sexy bangs blew around her forehead. She’d looked at him for long moments, nodded, then moved on.

Delta being the first woman to compete on this new track, Treven hoped she’d take first, or at least one of the top positions. He liked that she went after her passion in a male-centered world like stock car racing.

Treven stood. I’m gonna make my way out. He needed to cross the oval to get to the parking lot where emergency responders left their vehicles. See you next weekend.

Next weekend, not before, Clint responded, his blue eyes going serious.

Not before. Treven got moving, his boots kicking up dust as he strode across the newly-planted grass. The Wild Oak volunteer firefighters kept good karma coming their way by never admitting there might be another chance to see each other—like a fire at a local home or business.

The race cars circled the track for the second-from-last lap. As he walked, Treven rolled down the sleeves on his blue denim shirt and buttoned them, figuring he’d stop and pick up a few dozen bales of hay on his way home.

Nearing the oval, he slowed and waited, not stupid enough to cross the track until the race was over.

Oh, lordy, look at that! The announcer’s voice squeaked.

Treven swiveled his head as a car spun into the infield about fifty yards from him. He prepared to bolt one way or the other, but the dark blue car with yellow lettering slid to a stop.

Then exploded.

Fuck! He ran toward it as flames shot out the side windows.

Screams came from the stands and the infield.

Aw, folks. The announcer shouted. That’s Delta Pennington’s car.

Sirens blared, and in his peripheral vision, Treven saw people