Buckin' Chastity

By Tina Holland

Buck Caulfield wanted to win a buckle not break a leg. He did just that, and “Doc” Chastity Meadows patched him up and then put him to bed.

Chastity never got over Buck because she didn’t have time. She went from setting broken limbs to barely breaking even. Her father’s untimely death left Chastity to take over the family ranch now in dire straits.

Chastity has managed to keep the banker and her ambitious neighbors at bay but for how much longer? An unexpected windfall comes: Buck Caulfield.

He had no idea Chastity owned the ranch he was looking at taking over, but now that he’s found her, he’s not about to let her go, not someone as lovely as his Buckin’ Chastity.

Contemporary western romance author Tina Holland pens a fun romance you won't want to miss in Buckin' Chastity, book 1 in The Caulfield Cowboys series.

*Previously Published: (2011) Resplendence Publishing

The Caulfield Cowboys series by Tina Holland
Prequel - Sexing Up the Spy
1. Buckin' Chastity
2. Dani Loves Dallas
3. Austin Nights in Savannah

• Language: English
• Publisher: Book Boutiques
• Release date: Mar 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781949797046

Tina Holland

Tina Holland is a romance author who was born in Frankfurt, Germany and is now settled in the Red River Valley of North Dakota. She enjoys writing Romance, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Paranormal. Her work has been nominated for Best Erotic Romance by Love Romance Cafe and “Sexing up the Spy” was an EPPIE Finalist. You may contact Tina via her website: www.tinaholland.com

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Buckin’ Chastity

The Caulfield Cowboys, Book 1

Tina Holland

Published 2019 by Book Boutiques.

ISBN: 978-1-949797-04-6

Copyright © 2019, Tina Holland.

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Blurb

Buck Caulfield wanted to win a buckle, not break a leg. He did just that, and Doc Chastity Meadows patched him up and then put him to bed.

Chastity never got over Buck because she didn’t have time. She went from setting broken limbs to barely breaking even. Her father’s untimely death left Chastity to take over the family ranch, now in dire straits

Chastity has managed to keep the banker and her ambitious neighbors at bay but for how much longer? An unexpected windfall comes: Buck Caulfield.

He had no idea Chastity owned the ranch he was looking at taking over, but now that he’s found her, he’s not about to let her go, not someone as lovely as his Buckin’ Chastity.

Previously Published

(2011) Resplendence Publishing

Acknowledgements

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs, Tibbs Design

Chapter 1

Chastity Meadows’ gaze was intense as Buck Caulfield rode the bull with ease. When he rode the large, muscular beast, the entire eight seconds was a sensual dance. She watched as he gripped the animal’s flanks, tightening the muscles beneath his jeans. His right hand tensed as he adjusted the rope ever-so-slightly. Each time the bull landed, the shock traveled up through his abdomen and rippled his chest before traveling the length of his left hand. Hot damn! He was fine. Her mouth watered. Her nipples hardened beneath her cotton tee, and her stomach clenched. She wanted him to win more than anything but realized if the man didn't need medical attention, she would never meet him.

Buck was one of the riders at the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association championship here in Las Vegas who didn't have a personal physician in tow. Some riders’ sponsors brought their own medical team. For those who had none Chastity and her crew were next in line.

She never recovered from her first rodeo. She'd been an intern, and the PRCA was traveling through looking for volunteers to handle any injuries. The rodeo had been small potatoes, most riders paying their way to ride without the sponsors, but they weren't the least bit intimidated by her profession. The cowboys were down-to-earth and treated her like she was back on her daddy's farm. Even though she was planning on working in a large metropolitan hospital when her residency was done, the rodeos were a strong reminder of home.

To say her father was disappointed she was living in a major city and didn't take over the family cattle business was an understatement. When she told him she wanted to go into medicine, he hoped she meant veterinarian science. No such luck.

The buzzer sounded, bringing Chastity back to the present. Luck was on Buck’s side tonight. His landing looked rough as he wobbled on the dismount, but he dusted off and walk to the bullpen where the competition slapped him on the back for a job well done.

Chastity sighed. Was it too much to hope for a dislocated shoulder—something fixable so he'd still ride but need her tender loving care? She giggled at the thought of him riding her. The sound was loud enough to draw the attention of some riders, including Buck Caulfield. He didn't smile at her, simply nodded and winced. The man hurt, and his pain was her cue to head below.

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A distinctly feminine, silly laugh almost took Buck’s mind off the pain shooting up his leg. Damn, it hurt. He didn't think anything was broken. He barely made the eight seconds on Hell's Fury, and Fury could throw. Buck knew his landing wasn't graceful, but he didn't give a crap until he started moving under his own steam. Walking felt like a thousand needles poking the sides of his legs. He needed a straight shot of whiskey after this was over.

He had one more ride today, and then he was done until the finals. He could put some heat on his leg, his back—ah hell, he needed to soak his whole damn broken body. Buck was getting too old for the circuit. At thirty-four, he needed more ice, liquor, and the occasional surgeon to patch him up. This year he was on top, though, and a serious contender for the national title. These semi-finals were brutal, but he was so close he was sure he'd make the finals. Then he’d take the two-week break, get patched up, and win his