Lovin' Cowboys

By Jodi Olson

In Madame Bree and the Sheriff
Sheriff Caleb Dalton has everything under control in his sleepy town. Well, everything except renegade Blake Tanner- and Caleb's yearning for local brothel owner Madame Bree- and one troublesome goat. It's always romance and mayhem with Madame Bree and the sheriff.

In Frank Cooper- Cooper Stud Ranch- The Early Years
The west can be a cruel hard place beating down the best of men and the strongest of relationships. Frank Cooper is learning this lesson well. He needs to find the strength to save his ranch and convince the love of his life to give him a second chance. Will Sarah's 
accident give them that second chance or will it be the end for them forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jodi Olson
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386448891

Jodi Olson

Jodi Olson is the best selling author of Naughty Whispers, Raining on Sunday and Getting Wild. She has a passion for cowboys and feisty heroines, who love humor, and are loyal to each other. Her heros are sexy, alpha and just as hot as hell. They can be protective and a bit bossy but we end up loving them anyway. The Heroines are strong and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Jodi spends her days taking long walks, reading and talking to imaginary cowboys. She has found herself single after a 29 year marriage and loving it. Hear Jodi roar! She loves to hear from her readers. She also writes under the name Georgia Lily. Sweet historical  and contemporary westerns.

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Madame Bree and the Sheriff

Chapter One

Damn goat! It had been chewing on the clothesline again; third time this week the goat chewed the ass out of his long johns. He was now down to his last pair. Sheriff Caleb Dalton didn’t have time to go chasing some darn goat today; he had more important things to do-like sleep. He’d been out all night riding, looking for Blake Tanner, who’d been mistreating Madame Bree’s girls. He wasn’t going to put up with any man mistreating women in his town, not as long as he was still sheriff.

He chased the goat down the dirt road until it finally stopped at Madame Bree’s Ride‘em and Rope‘em Inn. Just watching that darn animal made him want goat stew for dinner.

And something about Bree made him want to be there whenever something went wrong, but he had no clue. Why her? Sure, she can be a pain in the ass, yet I want to be near her. He’d been having dreams about her for a month. Maybe now was the time to take her to bed and make those fantasies a reality.

One of the many things he liked about Bree was the fact she had a big heart. He also liked her dark brown hair. Her hair usually fell down her back in a long braid, but now was the first time he’d seen it loose-and he ached to feel it slide through his fingers. He pictured it spread across his thighs-as she sucked his hard cock dry.

Lost in thought, he didn’t hear her call out his name until she’d repeated it again.

What can I do for you Sheriff? Most of my girls were up real late, but Krissy might be available, if you’re looking for a little fun.

I don’t want Krissy, I want you, he glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching. He was relieved the streets were still empty.

You don’t want me when you could have any one of my pretty girls, she laughed. Hell, they’d fight over you if I let them.

You’re much prettier Bree, so I don’t want to hear that. He looked around, but the goat was long gone, Aw, hell, let’s get back to my reason for being here. I need you to come over to the jailhouse with me so you can sign the complaint about what happened when Blake was over at your place the other night.

Couldn’t you bring it over here for me to sign? Bree bent to pick up the laundry basket, the fabric of her skirt stretched taut over her shapely bottom. No-uh-I, I’ve got to get back over to the jail. Deputy Dudley seems to have a sudden case of the puppy eyes lately. I think he has a thing for Krissy; can’t keep his mind on his job

Alright, let me go fix myself up and I’ll meet you over at the jail in about an hour.

That’ll be fine Bree. See you then. With a tip of his hat, he was gone.

*****

Bree hurried inside to make herself pretty for the sheriff; her heart raced every time she saw him. She didn’t like Krissy causing so much trouble, but then she wouldn’t have an excuse to see him. Caleb Dawson was certainly handsome; his jet-black hair, dark eyes and broad shoulders made her pussy ache anytime he was near. Sheriff Caleb was tall, rawboned, and looked tough, when he had to be,