Amara

By Montana Rose

The land. The man. The woman. He is a cowboy. She is a lawyer. Lust brought them together. What will keep them from falling apart?

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Montana Rose
• Release date: Jun 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393182689

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DEDICATION

This eBook is dedicated to the cowboys of the world.

Chapter 1 

"Excuse me." A timid voice spoke behind Raelynn as she pegged the last of the sheets to the rickety old metal line to dry.  

Do you know where I can find Dr. Wilde, please?  

Raelynn looked the young slip of a woman up and down. Guessing she wanted her son, she pointed her arthritic finger towards the pens.  

That's him there, honey. Breaking in old Blue Jeans. 

Tulla's eyes followed the woman's finger. There in the paddock stood the most handsome specimen she had ever seen.  

It had been four months since that night. That was the one night that changed everything.  

Tulla had checked into the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas for a property management conference. She entered the lift wearing an unflattering blue pencil skirt, white frill sleeveless blouse, and matching suit coat. The concierge took her luggage up the service elevator to her room. The balls of her feet ached. She could not wait to remove her shoes. Had she been alone, she would have removed her blue Swede shoes and carried them to her door.  

No such luck. 

Just as the doors closed, Tulla's nose smelt the most delicious smell. All male. Sweat and grass and a little something she could not recognize.  

Peeking up from under her half-closed eyelids, Tulla surveyed the denim-clad ass, the long legs, the wide-set shoulders, and the cowboy hat. Please turn around. Tulla repeated the mantra in her head. The button lit up, and the doors closed. Alone with Mr. Cowboy Hottie. 

Breakfast was always the most important meal to Tulla. Since she was young, she fought to eat everything given her, as Tulla never knew when she would get her next meal. Her family's busy lifestyle left little time to eat. Owning a multi-million dollar property empire kept her family traveling. While the food was plentiful, the different time zones caused havoc on her little body. 

Sitting at the breakfast bar in the restaurant of the hotel, Tulla skewed a piece of melon with her fork. As she lifted the spear to her mouth, her nose caught hold of the same delicious smell that greeted her senses in the lift yesterday. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Ahh, male. Her head followed the scent to see the denim-clad ass that caught her eyes walking away from her table. The melon hung loosely from the fork. Halfway to her mouth, her eyes greedily ate up the all-male in front of her.  

A dimple popped up on the cowboy’s cheek.  

I want to stick my tongue in that dimple. Tulla's thought caused her to shake her head. She realized she was staring. Quickly she bowed her head and filled her mouth with the melon. Her eyes were scanning the pages of the document sitting beside her. She did not know any of the words on the page.

Chapter 2 

Dale hated coming into the city. He was here for the weekend for a conference, The Veterinarian Societies' annual meeting. As a cowboy, he used most of the ideas they sprouted on about at these events long before ideas came into fashion. That was what had made him so successful in his field.  

His family ranch, Wilde Pastures, was the most successful in these parts. Dale and his father, Dale Snr worked hard to plan for the unexpected. They had built irrigation systems that recycled and saved every ounce of water. They prepared underground tanks of water that filtered around the property, feeding livestock, and growing feed. 

At this conference, Dale was one of the guest speakers. He was sharing his efficient system, known as Mouse Trap, to the rest of the community of Veterinarians.  

Sunrise was always the best time of the day. Breakfast was at sunrise. By the time the restaurant at the hotel opened, Dale was starving. Wearing his trademark denim jeans, he bought new ones for the conference, collared navy cotton long-sleeved polo baring the ranches logo and his cowboy boots, he sat at his corner table and scanned the room as he ate his plate of bacon and eggs. Manners at the table meant that his Cattleman Hat rested on the knob of the seat he occupied. 

The doors opened to the most exquisite site. The lethal legs housed in nylon slid into tan pumps. Dale's eyes rose higher to a slim waist under a thin, blood-red belt. The flowing skirt tried to hide the curves, but the sun behind tricked the light into making the dress see-through. A sheer white tank top covered her top half. A long gold chain hung from her slim neck to drop in between her supple breasts. Dale found himself jealous of the necklace. His tongue licked his lips moist as he devoured the sight of feasting on her nipples. The long brown wavy hair cradled a tiny face. Her lips were kissable. Her eyes, a deep brown scanned the room looking for an available seat. She looked in his direction and started walking his way. Her red-painted lips created a thin line across her soft skin. 

Unconsciously Dale rose higher in his seat as the goddess floated closer to his table. Then suddenly, she stopped. The woman bent to place her bag on the floor and slid into the empty chair, two tables away. She never saw him. Feeling a little deflated, Dale put his head down and finished the last of his eggs.  

Sculling the last of his coffee, Dale threw $20 on the table and started walking to the door. He had an hour to get his notes from his room and make his way to the conference room. He had given the USB of PowerPoint notes to the Visual crew last night. They would have it ready for his presentation.  

His best friend, Lane Lamb Birk, entered the restaurant.  

Lamb. Hello. The two men shook hands. Dale felt eyes watching him. He turned slightly to see the goddess staring at him. Clearing his throat, Dale smirked somewhat at the sight of her realizing her gaffe. He watched as she bowed her head and stuffed her mouth with melon. 

When did you get in? Lamb enquired of Dale. 

Last night. Dale and Lane walked out of the restaurant towards the elevators. I wanted to get a good night's sleep. Did it work? Lane laughed at his joke. Dale grunted and bumped his friend out of the way. Dale never slept well when away from home. He never really slept.  

Three hours later, Dale walked off the stage, having completed his presentation. Mouse Trap was a massive hit among his peers. Questions flew around the room. While he felt frustrated at some of the issues, he believed he answered them all. If only people listened, Dale thought. Most of the answers he gave he had mentioned throughout his presentation. Dale was, if not, very thorough. He left Nothing to chance. 

Well done, mate. Lane panted him on the back as he returned to his seat. Lane and Dale had been friends since high school. With both families in the region farmers, they spent a lot of time assisting each other and other families in their hometown of Hilliards Creek.  

The community they grew up in was always supportive and