Bad Boy Cowboy BBW Romance

By Skye Eagleday

Meet the king of the bad boy cowboys—former model Franco Delgato. His father is a Senator rich enough to buy his home state of Montana twice over and Franco learned long ago the only way to get attention is to disappoint his father. He’s gotten really good at it. He’s managed to make his father’s presidential dreams crash and burn. But has he met his match in curvy Kathy, the new owner of the Dude Ranch where he’s working? For the first time a beautiful woman isn’t buying what he’s selling—or in her case, what he’s willing to give away for free. Franco is a national winner on the Rodeo Circuit—but how can he win her heart?

(A sexy adult romance of Bad Boy Cowboy loving Curves and two competent and confident cousins who show their cowboys how irresistible brains and beauty can be. Big Bad Cowboy also introduces Kathy’s cousin Bree before she appears as the main character of the best-selling Romancing the Wolf.)   

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eagle Feather Press
• Release date: Jun 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781524211158

Skye Eagleday

I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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Big Bad Cowboy

Skye Eagleday

Chapter One

Jessi Delgato sat alone in her old bedroom and silently touched the framed high school graduation photo of Aaron, her stepbrother. His remarkably blue eyes stared out at her and he flashed a crooked grin. Her own dark eyes studied the postcard he had sent her from his Mission. She didn’t really know where his host country was and didn’t have enough interest to google it. All that mattered was that he was much too far away.

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I’m finishing up an order, said Mrs. Honeycutt, the housekeeper. She was standing in the doorway.  Anything I can bring back for you that would make you feel more welcome? The slender gray haired woman smiled and Jessi could see it was genuine by the way it touched her deeply wrinkled eyes. It’s good to have you back, Ms. Delgato. You’ve been missed.

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Jessi shook her head without words. After an uncomfortable moment she said softly, It’s hard to believe I’m home again. It felt as if after the divorce my mom dragged me out of here before the front door could have a chance to shut. Then it was all those months with my mom’s new husband in a tacky house that badly needed a paint job. She paused for a moment and looked back at Aaron’s smiling face. Then just as fast Mom tells me I’m to pack up my stuff because I was returning to Daddy. Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Honeycutt—I never wanted to leave in the first place. But when Mom walked in and saw what he was doing with the upstairs maid— her voice trailed off and she tried to repress the memory of the non-stop monologue her mother started from the moment they got into the white SUV until they pulled up at the little house of her mother’s mother.

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Her grandmother’s home was so small it looked as if the last owner had been a hobbit. It was perfect for a little old lady who spent a lot of her time knitting things to donate to the Temple. There really wasn’t room enough for three adult sized women. Then Sam Ballard, a man so boring that drying paint would complain, turned out to be so skilled at comforting her broken hearted mother, they were suddenly married.

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She felt for too long all she had experienced was someone grabbing her hand and dragging her away. First out of her real home, then to her Grandmother’s version of a human dollhouse, then off to Chez Ballard that just served as a place to clean up and change clothes before heading out to yet another Temple event. Old Man Ballard had no real life outside of being a second-rate accountant and his utter devotion to the LDS Church. Her depressed mother had swallowed the blue (golden?) Kool-Aid.  The new Mrs. Ballard had long ago tried bribing and threatening her to attend Church events but by the first week of Middle School, Jessi had pleaded boredom and occupied her time with much more interesting activities. Her father didn’t give a shit. If he had ever even been in a Temple it was before she was born. She hated Old Man Ballard for insisting they pretend to be the perfect Mormon Family.

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The only rewarding part of being in the cheap housing was that it featured hot and cold running Ballards. Sam Ballard was definitely cold. "Hell, she thought, cold would possibly have been interesting, and she pulled up mental pictures of a Disney Princess singing Let It Go! She felt her eyes narrow. Sam Ballard was just too boring to be cold. He was just tepid. He was a small and colorless man who looked older than the forty-two years indicated by his driver’s license she had examined closely the first week when she snagged his wallet and checked out his ID. Her own father was a few years older but looked a lot younger. Ah, Aaron, she sighed inside, I love the way you were the hot looking one."

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She forced herself back to the present and asked Mrs. Honeycutt for the most expensive water she could think of. If they sold the tears of virgins, her Daddy could buy it by the gallon. Mr. Ballard dismissed anything she wanted as being frivolous. He would tell her tap water was good enough for her and she should be happy for whatever she had because poor children in foreign lands would fall on their knees in gratitude for a tiny portion of what she wasted. Ever since she and her mother moved into the Ballard household, Jessi spent far too much time on her own knees serving her time cleaning the Temple once a week. It never seemed fair to her that her father had gotten busted but she had been sentenced to pay for his crime. He boned a maid and now she had been cursed into becoming one.

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She had seen Aaron at Temple events when she was just a kid. Her mother would take her whenever her father was away on business—and he was away a lot. But she and Aaron went to different schools (hers, of course, was private) so she didn’t see him again until the day her mother married Sam Ballard. His Sears discount suit fit him terribly but she couldn’t take her eyes off Aaron. Since she had last seen him he had passed six feet. His hair was the color of dark coffee and he looked like he was about to walk down a runway to model the latest Abercrombie & Fitch.

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She didn’t know their interest was mutual until that fateful day when Bishop Pugmire and his wife were unexpectedly called away, leaving Aaron and Jessi alone to clean the Temple. Her mother and Sam’s dad were away on their monthly shopping trip the next town over and wouldn’t be back for hours. Aaron had opened a large Bible and started to read from the Song of Solomon. Even now she could hear his rich baritone quote:

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"You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. Aaron had looked up at her and smiled. His eyes were picking up the blue of the t-shirt he was wearing. You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace."

Jessi remembered how she had then touched the aquamarine teardrop on the end of the white gold chain around her neck Daddy had sent to her to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. That’s really in there? she had asked.

Oh, yeah, Aaron chuckled, keeping his long index finger on the page where he had been reading. "How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!"

She grabbed a separate Bible to double-check he hadn’t been playing some sort of trick. He wasn’t. Maybe Solomon had been playing around (on several levels), trying to see if he could sneak x-rated material into the Holy Book. Aaron had kept reading and then somehow their clothes were puddled onto the floor and he was busy proving to her the truth of those ancient words: "You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace."

Aaron was gentle but persistent. Her body had been drowning in the eroticism of that moment, and she discovered "How much better is your love than wine."

Now Aaron was far away on his Mission—and she was terrified she was pregnant.

Chapter Two

I still have my doubts, Senator Delgato said, swirling scotch around in the thick glass he held tightly. The soft brown of the liquor reminded him of his daughter’s eyes. He was surprised to see how much more mature—how much prettier she had turned out than her mother.

I can show you the updates of our polling, Abner Shankman said, putting his broad hand on his Ipad. Jessi’s Q Score comes in just after your son’s. Franco’s is high enough if he wanted to follow you into politics, he’d have an easy entry.  He watched the Senator carefully—confident Victor Delgato was already sold on Shankman’s strategy. He wouldn’t need to go through the details again. It was a no brainer. Jessi had become the Cinderella archetype—exiled to scrubbing up the filthy footprints of the Mormon faithful until she got invited into the Palace to live happily ever after. She was barely eighteen, and Shankman felt he wouldn’t need to get her married off until Delgato was in his second term as president.

It was all part of his greater plan. Jessi would play well to the right-wing conservative Christians with her Mormon street cred. But she and Franco also had the beauty and personal charm that would allow them to seduce any camera and still look good in High-Def.  Shankman was concerned about how much the Mormon angle would rub some ultra-Evangelicals the wrong way, but his polls showed most Americans were clueless about Mormons in the first place. No, if the Senator lost the election, it would not be because of his designated religion.

He pushed his Ipad away and wished he could push away his uncomfortable secret. Franco wasn’t really the Senator’s son. He was the son of Abner Shankman. Delgato had been overseas, setting up some investments. He and Lisa had gotten drunk and finally followed through on the interests and curiosities they had had for years. It hadn’t been an affair. They had never slept together again. Over twenty years ago he had taken a blood sample from Baby Franco to secretly have it tested while finishing up a contract in Mexico. Franco was definitely his, but he looked like his mother and Shankman’s coloring matched that of the Senator. No one would ever know—other than Lisa. He had to tell her. They both knew how much Victor Delgato had wanted a son. It would kill him to discover he only seemed to produce girls, no matter who the mother was. He had divorced Lisa after she had popped out a third girl. A short time later he went crazy and married Carolyn Wentworth. Jessi’s mother and Lisa could pass for sisters. As well as models.

Victor Delgato definitely had a type. Other than the grandmotherly Housekeeper, the female staff looked as if they were all related. Shankman didn’t mind. They were all easy on the eyes. Delgato didn’t employ ugly people. He also never let go of his possessions. That included his first family, particularly when Lisa announced she was pregnant—with a boy, but by that time he was married to Carolyn.  Victor himself joked he took after his grandfather, Jedidiah. Generations ago Victor’s ancestors escaped prosecution for polygamy in Utah by settling in Mexico. Now Victor followed the only part of Mormonism he found appealing—although Lisa and Carolyn would never be sister-wives. He just kept up the two separate households. He satisfied himself with serial polygamy, something he shared with a lot of other politicians—Mormon or otherwise.

He had been comfortable with how things were going, until Carolyn freaked out over the maid. Good thing she didn’t know about other staff members he turned to for special services. Thanks to Abner and an iron-clad pre-nup, Carolyn left with only what she was wearing—and their daughter. Victor took a sip of scotch, hiding even from Abner how furious he was at the thought of Carolyn leaving him. It brought him great pleasure to know how far Carolyn had fallen, but he hadn’t expected her to re-marry. He thought he could manipulate her with an older Mormon belief that not even death could end a marriage.  "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder." Victor had memorized the parts of the Bible and the Book of Mormon that played to his advantage. The rest he ignored. He was still too angry at Carolyn to think straight. But he had missed Jessi. He was possessive of everything he owned.

Abner, Victor said a second time,