Montana Beau: Montana Cowboys, #3

By Hildie McQueen

A modern sexy Cinderella type story with a humorous twist. Except, there's no glass slipper, just an ugly dog and a prince who is anything but charming.

When Sunny Stilton gets the job to decorate millionaire Beau Forrester's new house, she is way over her head. To make matters worse, not only is her new client drop dead gorgeous, but he's also a total ass.

Beau Forrester, a confirmed bachelor does what comes natural after sleeping with the beautiful interior designer...he fires her.

You'll keep turning the pages to see what happens next in this fun and touching story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hildie McQueen
• Release date: Oct 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386706786

Hildie McQueen

Amazon bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves action, love and unusual settings. Author of western historical, Highland historical, paranormal and contemporary romance, she writes something every reader can enjoy. Most days she can be found in her pajamas hiding from deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the afternoons she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook. Hildie's favorite past-times are romance conventions, traveling, shopping and reading. She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt and two unruly boy Chihuahuas and a spoiled rotten girl Chi named Lola. Visit her website at www.hildiemcqueen.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HildieMcQueen Twitter: https://twitter.com/HildieMcQueen Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+HildieMcQueen

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Chapter One

Beau Forrester's footsteps echoed from the entryway of his new home as he walked in carrying a briefcase, carryout and gym bag. He went to the barren kitchen and placed the food and briefcase on the marble counter. The gym bag hit the floor with a thunk.

Just as he lifted the top off his Pad Thai his cell phone buzzed and he looked to the display. Parker Interior Design appeared and he pushed the accept button. The decorator, a man whose name escaped, him began talking before he could say hello.

Mr. Forrester, I hate to tell you this, but I won't be able to do the job next week. I have pneumonia. My doctor has me on strict orders to stay in bed.

Crap. The last thing he needed was a delay. With only a month until his New Year's Eve event, he could not wait a week for him to start, much less two. No it cannot be put off. Is there someone else you can send?

There was silence and he heard the tapping of keys. The guy must have been on his computer. My partner, Kevin, is working in New York on a project. I can send my new designer, Sunny Stilton, to get started and I can come finish up. Will that work? I am so sorry.

It can't be helped. When can I expect her?

Once again the sounds of fingernails on keys sounded. Day after tomorrow. She will be there bright and early. Thank you for understanding.

Beau dug into the food while reaching for his own laptop. The new designer, Sunny Stilton, had to be thoroughly checked out. He'd not made millions without the hard lesson to leave nothing to chance.

Within seconds, a woman's picture filled his screen. Young, perhaps late twenties, brown hair, green eyes and attractive, she seemed by all outward appearances to be nice by the wide smile. Beau scanned over her features dispassionately and read the bio beside the picture. Nothing stood out, other than the lack of experience. It was too late to find a new firm to decorate in time for the New Year's evening event he'd been forced to hold by his mother and twin brother.

His mother, no doubt, planned to invite every eligible woman in Billings since he and his twin brother, Braylen, were cohosting.

As he checked for more information on Sunny Stilton, he ate the food. Hopefully she'd prove to be efficient, otherwise he'd have to tell his mother the decorating would be up to her to finish. His lips curved. She'd kill him if the house wasn't perfect in time for the party.

He had to admit it would be nice to have proper furniture. Other than the bedroom where he slept, in which there were a bed, dresser and large television on the wall, the six thousand square foot home was empty.

Whatever had possessed him to buy it anyway? He scratched his head and pondered how he'd happened upon the house when driving home after being told his career as a bull rider was over.

Disillusioned and angry, he'd turned down the driveway and walked through the empty house pondering his future.

It was there, sitting behind the house facing the open land that he accepted his future would be at the offices of Forrester Ranchwear.

Although he'd made several million from marketing contracts while riding, it was the new company, Forrester Ranchwear, which made him and his brother rich beyond expectations.

One year ago, he'd purchased the house and then immediately regretted it. Other than a couple horses in the stables and corral, he had no need for so much space. However, his brother convinced him to keep it and use it for corporate events. Not a bad idea, however it needed furniture and professional decoration.

Hey, Bro. Braylen entered through the garage door and immediately went to Beau's food and began to eat. I'm starving.

What are you doing here? What happened to Abilene?

Braylen rolled his eyes. Gordon and Black won the deal. No use in going just to watch them gloat.

Shit.

Exactly. Braylen, who worked full time for their company as an accounts manager only came to see him when avoiding something or someone. In this case, it was understandable. The loss of a contract to their competitor was bad news but, no doubt, he was avoiding a female.

His brother scanned the area. When does the furniture get here?

Hopefully next week, Beau picked up his gym bag. The decorator comes over the day after tomorrow.

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Sunny yawned and listened to the woman droning through her earpiece explaining the treatment her stepfather would be placed on. Each time they tried something new her spirits lifted. But as the treatments failed, hope was harder to come by.

After a few more moments of conversation, they hung up and she mentally calculated how many hours she'd have to put in at her part-time job and the quantity of items she needed to sell online in addition to her decorating salary to pay for the treatment. The amounts grew each time, draining every single cent she made.

When the next call came through she ignored it. Her landlord would have to wait. There was no use in answering just to tell him she didn't have the rent money yet.

Driving down the winding road to her new job, her pulse quickened with anticipation and dread. It was a huge job, which would help both financially and professionally. To have this on her resume, having decorated a home for the owner of Forrester Ranchwear was huge.

The immense ranch home, if she could call it that, took her breath away. This was a mansion. It was spectacular, overwhelmingly beautiful and so very much out of her league. In the rearview mirror was the very tempting escape route.

The conversation with her stepfather's care provider replayed and she let out a breath. The commission from this work, if she impressed the homeowner, would make a huge difference in how many hours she'd have to put in to come up with the amount needed to pay for the medical bills.

Focusing on the landscaping helped distract from the looming house. It was a beautiful setting with plush lawns and perfectly spaced trees only money could buy.

As Sunny drove closer, she noticed all the windows were bear, no drapes to keep gawkers from peeking in. Then again, the home was half a mile away from the road. Most Peeping Toms would not be so bold.

Unsure where to park, Sunny settled for an area on the side of the house where another car was already parked. Ensuring