Saddle Up

By Roz Lee

It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends who come here to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.

My life as a lawyer leaves little time for a personal life. I divide what time I have between two places, the ranch where I board my horse, Pollack, and the Lone Star Honky-Tonk because I can ogle Troy Campbell both places. Troy is a well-respected horse trainer, and I won’t lie, I’d let him train me anytime, anywhere. ~ Caroline

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roz Lee
• Release date: May 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781732783966

Roz Lee

USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of thirty romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five-book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for nearly four decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters and are the proud grandparents of three adorable grandkids.Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.Visit Roz’s website – www.RozLee.net

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Saddle Up

A Lone Star Honky-Tonk Short Story

By

Roz Lee

Saddle Up

A Lone Star Honky-Tonk Short Story

Copyright © 2019 Roz Lee

Published by State of Mind

ISBN: 978-1-7327839-6-6

This eBook is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any form whatsoever in any country whatsoever without the express written permission of the authors, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

Table of Contents

Cover

Extra Olives

Negotiations

Saddle Up

Imaginary Lovers

Always

About the Author

Other Titles by Roz Lee

EXTRA OLIVES

I wave at my friends as I make my way through the Friday night crowd at the Lone Star Honky-Tonk on the outskirts of Fort Worth. I’d been tempted to stay home, too tired after the week I’ve had at work to socialize. Then an image of him popped, unbidden, into my brain like a shot of adrenaline. So, here I am, dead on my feet, but wired, weaving between boisterous groups all here for one purpose—to let off steam and have a little fun doing it.

Girls’ Night Out is a tradition amongst me and my friends. Has been ever since we were old enough to set foot in the honky-tonk. That would be eighteen. Not legal to drink yet old enough to dance with a hot cowboy, or cowgirl, depending on your preference. I’ve been known to dance with a girl or two, but only when all the hot guys are taken. Lately, there’s only one hot guy I’m interested in.

As I settle onto one of the last empty stools at our usual table, I scan the crowd for him. He’s tall like so many of the guys here are, so picking one out from the crowd can be tricky.

My bestie, Charlotte, Charlie for short, leans in, nudging my shoulder. He’s over there.

I follow the direction she’s pointing, and sure ’nuff—there’s Troy Campbell in all his cowboy glory, talking with a bunch of guys gathered around a high-top table across the way. He’s facing away from us, but I’d know those broad shoulders anywhere. I’ve committed them to memory along with his trim waist, long legs, and firm, tight ass. A girl has to have fantasies, doesn’t she?

Tonight, he’s wearing a white Western dress shirt so crisply pressed I can see the creases in the sleeves from here. It’s all I can make out until the sea of bodies parts and I catch sight of his perfect ass clad in denim. The jeans are new enough to be a nice contrast to the white of his shirt, and oh my, the way they fit him should be illegal. It’s not. I know because I’m a lawyer and I’ve looked it up. As long as it’s covered, it’s legal. My stupid heart trips over itself trying to communicate with Troy. I know I’d give up my law practice to have Troy focus on me the way he does the horses he works with. I sigh, imagining his big hands stroking me, his deep voice pitched low for my ears only as he works his magic on me. It’s enough to make every lousy minute of my week evaporate like water in the desert.

I squirm on my stool. If he knew how he affects me, would he pay me any mind? I’m