Cowboys: 4 Short & Steamy Romances: Dirty-Sweet Romance Bundles

By Barbra Campbell

Cowboys is a collection of 4 steamy, short story romances for readers who prefer to save the horse and ride the cowboy!

Unbroken

Watching someone in a cowboy hat, nice-fitting Wranglers, and boots straddle a wild animal was easier when I didn't have a personal connection. I cheered for them, gave them medical advice if they got hurt, and sent them on their way.

Then Colt ended up in the medical trailer. I'd known who he was before he ever said his name and I was about to do the one thing I promised myself not to do…fall for a cowboy.

Unbranded

Life was all fun and games until I set my sights on Travis Parker, a rodeo cowboy who had no intention of settling down. We should have been a perfect match--love 'em and leave 'em. No hard feelings. But he did things to my body and my heart no man had ever done.

As his doctor, I had to do the one thing he'd hate me for...tell him he couldn't ride until he passed a concussion test.

Would that ruin any chances I had of getting the ultimate ride?

Unbridled

Taking my brother to the doctor shouldn't have been intimidating. Anyone who rode wild animals for a living had been in a doctor's office a time or two.

But most doctors weren't petite, sexy, women name Daisy. Talking to her was scarier than straddling a horse for the bareback bronc riding event. And no way was I going to embarrass myself by hitting on her in front of my brothers. They were the heartthrobs of the arena, and I'd suffered my share of women using me to get to them. The chances of a driven woman like Daisy being interested in a cowboy had to be pretty slim anyway.

When she sent an after-hours text message asking about my brother, I seized the opportunity. One thing led to another, and I wasn't the type of guy to kiss and tell, but I didn't wake up alone.

Untamed

Long past any thoughts of sharing the wild ride of my life with a woman, I spied a rare beauty sitting alone at the rodeo. Her boots and jeans were far too pristine to be a real cowgirl, but she wanted to look the part and I wanted to teach her what cowboys were all about.

Something told me that her controlled demeanor was a facade. That underneath, there was a woman who understood primal urges and wild nights.

Whether she saved herself, or let me help, she deserved to be happy. And I wasn't about to let her accept anything less.

Barbra guarantees a dirty-sweet Happily Ever After with no cheating and no cliffhangers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Romantic Escapes Publishing
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781950166398

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Cowboys

Books 1-4

from the

8 Seconds to my Heart series

by

BARBRA CAMPBELL

Cowboys Copyright 2022

Cowboys © 2022 Barbra Campbell

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

Cover design by Romantic Escapes Publishing

Contents

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1. UNBROKEN

2. Unbroken

3. Chapter 1

4. Chapter 2

5. Chapter 3

6. Chapter 4

7. Chapter 5

8. UNBRANDED

9. Unbranded

10. Chapter 1

11. Chapter 2

12. Chapter 3

13. Chapter 4

14. Chapter 5

15. UNBRIDLED

16. Unbridled

17. Chapter 1

18. Chapter 2

19. Chapter 3

20. Chapter 4

21. Chapter 5

22. UNTAMED

23. Untamed

24. Chapter 1

25. Chapter 2

26. Chapter 3

27. Chapter 4

28. Chapter 5

29. Epilogue

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UNBROKEN

Unbroken

Watching a guy in a cowboy hat, nice-fitting Wranglers, and boots straddle a wild animal was easier when I didn't have a personal connection. I cheered for them, gave them medical advice if they got hurt, and sent them on their way.

Then Colt ended up in the medical trailer. I'd known who he was before he ever said his name and I was about to do the one thing I promised myself not to do…fall for a cowboy.

Chapter 1

Lily

Watching and cheering as roughstock riders battled the bulls and horses was contrary to my oath to ‘do no harm’, but the primal fascination of man against beast stirred something in my core. The next few hours weren’t going to be any different.

I oriented myself in the mobile medical trailer then scrolled through the notes of who’d been treated at the previous rodeo. Luckily, the stars had been shining on the cowboys and there hadn’t been any major injuries. Talking a rider out of competing was nearly impossible, so I would advise the ones with minor injuries on how to avoid making them worse.

My two sisters hadn’t shown up yet. They’d convinced me to volunteer my medical services for the rodeos in our small town and the surrounding area. We’d grown up with rodeos and couldn’t get enough of them. Being able to offer our medical expertise to the cowboys was the best we could do to pay them back for what they put their bodies through.

A shudder ran down my spine.

I wasn’t going to stop attending rodeos any more than the cowboys were likely to stop competing. The least I could do was cheer from the chutes and be ready if anyone got hurt.

No telling how much tape, or how many painkillers they’d use to get through the evening, but with no red flags in the medical notes, I was able to clear everyone to compete.

I stepped outside of the mobile unit, closed the door, and leaned against it.

Howdy ma’am, A cowboy said, tipping his hat as he walked past.

I acknowledged the greeting and chuckled. My cowboy obsession didn’t end with boots, ass-hugging jeans, and cowboy hats. My insides also melted with their drawls and extreme politeness. They were the only people who could call me ma’am and get away with it.

Otherwise, the term reminded me I wasn’t getting any younger. Medical school had been my sole focus for roughly a decade. I’d made a decision not to hang out with guys unless they were valuable study partners. And now, getting myself established as a sports physician wasn’t the time for distraction.

Rodeos fed my appetite for feral masculinity while allowing me to keep my distance. I had no interest in dating a guy who tried to get himself injured on a regular basis. And my practice kept me tied to strict office hours, leaving no time to go on tour. The most traveling I did was rotating the days I worked between the small towns and the hospital and rehab facility in the neighboring big city.

I surveyed the fairgrounds. Snorts and whinnies punctuated the whir of the air conditioning unit keeping the medical trailer a steady temperature. A deep breath filled my lungs with the undeniable scent of animals you either loved or hated.

I enjoyed the peace amongst the chaos.

Screams and a string of obscenities pulled my attention to a group of cowboys in the adjacent parking area. Tempers didn’t usually flare until afterward but it wasn’t unheard of for situations to escalate quickly.

One of the cowboys was holding his own hand, pacing frantically within the group, and doing most of the cursing. Had he gotten hurt or were they goofing off, maybe replaying some incident from a previous day.

I studied the scene, quickly realizing he was the first casualty of the evening.

One of his friends was pointing in my direction and I caught his eye. He grabbed the injured cowboy by the good arm and was trying to get him to walk but he wouldn’t cooperate.

Time to step in. Rodeo docs didn’t just treat injuries that occurred in the arena, sometimes we treated family members, animals, and spectators. I sprinted down the fold-out steps and got to him in a matter of seconds. I’m a doctor. What happened?

I think I broke his hand. He’s going to need an x-ray, Doc, the helpful friend informed me.

The unwilling patient flinched when I touched his shoulder.

My heart skipped a beat. It was Colt Parker. No amount of professionalism could keep my stomach from knotting. He’d been my fantasy fodder for years. Broken fingers, not as exciting, especially on rodeo night.

I directed my attention back to the friend and feigned innocence. What’s his name?

His name’s Colt. Colton Parker, ma’am. I just slammed his hand in the hood of my truck. We were checking out my engine rebuild and I didn’t see his fingers resting on the frame when I closed the hood.

I swallowed back the wave of excitement over getting to care for him. He wasn’t broken in the ‘need a woman to fix him’ kind of way, and the exhilaration between my legs defied my strict rule not to get intimate with any of these guys.

Colt. Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, I got him to quit pacing and positioned myself in front of him. Let’s go to my office and I can check it out.

His head was lowered and I wasn’t sure if he was paying attention while I talked to his cowboy hat. Slowly raising his head, his bright blue eyes met mine. The string of muttered curses faded.

For a second, I forgot why he was staring at me. But only a second. His friend burst into a million apologies and worry about preventing Colt from being able to ride. If there was one thing I knew, this setback wouldn’t stop Colt from getting on his bull.

It was my job to make sure he did it as safely as possible. Limit the permanent damage.

The silence since we locked eyes had me worried. Was he waiting to tell me off? I tore my eyes from his and glanced at his hand. Damn it. His left hand. I’d watched him enough to be certain it was the one he used to hold on. Why couldn’t it have been the other?

Let’s go. Shock rushed through me when he responded to my gentle tug on his upper arm.

Pursed lips and deep breaths kept him quiet. His hand was already a little swollen and bruised. Not necessarily broken, but he had to be in considerable pain.

I’m gonna ride tonight, he said through gritted teeth.

A broken bone wasn’t grounds for sitting out, but his hand was going to take a lot of