Bryson Corners (Box Set)

By Paige Warren

Bryson Corners, where love conquers all. Can these cowboys stay on longer than 8 seconds? The ladies of Bryson Corners sure hope so.

Texas Twang -- Will rodeo cowboy Drew Benson settle down when a sassy, smart-mouthed blonde enters his life?

Southern Drawl -- Officer Carson Benson has always had a hero complex, but Peaches just might be saving him as much as he’s saving her.

Whistling Dixie -- Dixie Belle Benson has never let anyone stand in her way when she wants something, and what she wants most is sexy cowboy Knox McCoy.

Publisher’s Note: The individual stories in this anthology have been previously released in e-Book format.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Mar 7, 2020

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Bryson Corners

Paige Warren

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Table of Contents

Bryson Corners

Texas Twang

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Southern Drawl

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Whistling Dixie

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Paige Warren, Harley Wylde, and the Bad Boys Multiverse

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Bryson Corners

Paige Warren

Bryson Corners, where love conquers all. Can these cowboys stay on longer than 8 seconds? The ladies of Bryson Corners sure hope so.

Texas Twang -- Will rodeo cowboy Drew Benson settle down when a sassy, smart-mouthed blonde enters his life?

Southern Drawl -- Officer Carson Benson has always had a hero complex, but Peaches just might be saving him as much as he’s saving her.

Whistling Dixie -- Dixie Belle Benson has never let anyone stand in her way when she wants something, and what she wants most is sexy cowboy Knox McCoy.

Texas Twang

Paige Warren

Lexie Duvall has always gone after what she wanted, and she wants Drew Benson. The tall, sexy, mocha cowboy is one hunk of man she’d love to get her hands on. A rodeo cowboy through and through, she just hopes he can stay on longer than eight seconds.

Chapter One

Lexie Duvall eyed the cowboy from head to toe, her gaze caressing a rather broad set of shoulders, an impressive chest, and -- she licked her lips -- a mouthwatering package, if the bulge in his jeans was any indication. And that mocha skin, with those bright blue eyes…

Her pulse was racing, for sure. She certainly wouldn’t mind climbing on to see if she could ride for eight seconds. Hell, if he fucked as good as he looked, she’d keep riding past the buzzer, until neither one of them was coherent any longer. She’d be happy to fuck them both into a coma.

Do you need a cigarette? her friend Shelly asked, leaning in close.

She turned her attention away from tall, chocolate, and sexy. No, why?

Shelly shrugged. As well as you just eye-fucked him, I figured you came, at least once.

Lexie grinned and slugged her friend in the shoulder. Smart ass.

His name is Drew Benson. He’s old man Benson’s grandson. Shelly smirked. Still find him hot, now that you know he’s related to the most ornery cuss that ever lived? I would imagine they’re a package deal.

"I thought Carson Benson was old man Benson’s grandson."

They’re brothers. Only difference is their eyes. One has green, and one has blue.

Lexie looked him over again, rolling Shelly’s words around in her mind.

Who said I had to keep him? I just thought I’d enjoy him for a few hours and toss him back.

Shelly laughed.

Lexie couldn’t help herself -- she had to look again. She was drawn to him, couldn’t look away for longer than a minute or two. Carson Benson, she was familiar with, as she had run into him many times over the years. He was quiet, and yeah, she’d admit he was sexy too. But he didn’t get her motor going the way Drew did. She’d never seen Drew around town before, but then, she’d disappeared for two years, only returning a few weeks ago after the big city had chewed her up and spit her out. She’d busted her ass waiting tables, working as a barista, and doing anything else she could to make ends meet, but in the end, it hadn’t been enough. Slinking home with her tail tucked between her legs, she’d crashed on her mother’s couch until lucking into a trailer one week ago. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was home sweet home.

Think he’s into curvy girls? she asked Shelly.

Shelly snorted. Honey, from what I’ve heard, he’s into anything with a pussy. He rides the rodeo circuit and the buckle bunnies flock to him. No telling how long he’s in town for this time. I suppose, if you’re really looking for a quick ride to scratch an itch, he’d be ideal. He’s certainly the no-strings-attached type.

Perfect.

Lexie fluffed her curly blonde hair, checked to make sure the girls were still behaving and hadn’t completely spilled out of her top -- however, a little peek never hurt -- then she sauntered over to one yummy Drew Benson. It was only neighborly to introduce herself, after all. She sidled up to him, brushing against his body to gain his attention. When he was focused on her, she gave him her slowest, sexiest smile, the one that had gotten her into more trouble than she’d like to remember, and laid her hand on his arm.

Hey there, cowboy. You’re looking mighty lonely standing over here by yourself.

His gaze traced her curves, of which there were plenty, and his eyes lit in appreciation.

I suppose you’re offering to keep me company? he asked, his Texas drawl sending shivers down her spine. Lord, but she loved a man with an accent.

Word around town is that you’re old man Benson’s grandson. Thing is, you don’t sound like an Okie.

His lips tipped up on one corner, as his eyes crinkled in merriment. And what do I sound like?

She bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes. A move she’d practiced for hours in front of the mirror as a teen.

A hot, mouthwatering, Texas cowboy.

That right?

Mmhm.

I’ve spent a bit of time down there. Must have rubbed off on me.

Can I rub off on you too? She ached to get her hands on him. This close to him, she could smell his cologne: A hint of patchouli, the tang of citrus. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating. She wanted to bury her nose in his throat and breathe him in all night. Preferably naked.

What do you say we get out of here? he asked.

Her heart kicked up a notch and she nodded eagerly. She waved to Shelly and looped her arm around Drew’s waist. They waded through the crowd together and headed out into the parking lot. She’d ridden with her friend, so she didn’t have to worry about leaving her car behind. His truck was parked in a darkened corner of the lot and he pinned her to the side of the vehicle, his mouth covering hers. The kiss was harsh and demanding, nothing like she’d thought it would be. One of his hands worked its way under her top to cup her breast, while the other popped the snap on her jeans and slithered inside.

This wasn’t going the way she’d planned -- at all.

When he began pushing her jeans down, she tried to wriggle away from him. If he thought he was going to fuck her in the parking lot, he was sadly mistaken. Cowboy Casanova, he was not. Drew might look hot, but the man was sorely disappointing in the love department. She’d had more satisfying encounters in high school.

She pulled her lips away from his. Drew, stop.

I thought you wanted this.

I wanted you. All of you. Naked. In a bed. Not pushed up against your truck in the parking lot.

You’re just a fucking tease. His eyes narrowed. I don’t take bar flies home with me.

She felt her cheeks heat. I don’t screw random men every night. I haven’t even been to the bar in over a week. My friend Shelly talked me into coming out tonight.

Honey, there’s only one kind of woman that propositions a man, and that’s what you did when you came up to me in the bar, acting bold as brass. All your moves were as practiced as a two dollar whore’s. If I’d thought for one minute any of what you said or did was genuine, this would have gone a little differently.

I’m a grown-ass woman, Drew. I see something I want and I go after it. There’s nothing wrong with that.

You know, I have women throw themselves at me in every town I go to. Did it ever occur to you that maybe for once I’d like to do the chasing?

That made her pause and she looked at him, uncertain.

You never would have noticed me, she said.

He shook his head. Honey, I noticed you the minute you walked in. Why do you think I claimed that seat at the bar? I noticed you looking, because I was doing plenty of looking myself. If you’d given me a little more time, I had planned to ask you to dance. Maybe bought you a drink or two, and then, if we’d hit it off, I’d have asked you back to my place.

Her shoulders slumped and her head dropped. She’d never been punished for going after what she wanted before. It didn’t seem right that it was happening now, but he was shutting her out for sure. The last time she’d been turned down was because of her size. As far as she was concerned, a size sixteen was just about right even at her diminutive height, but her curves seemed to be a