How to Rope a Loyal Cowboy
Silver Springs Ranch Book 4
by Anya Summers
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Widowed single dad Noah needs help in the worst way. He’s desperate to find a new live-in nanny to care for his four-year-old twins while he’s at work in the stables. Ever since his wife died, he has lived like a monk. What with raising two boys solo and working as the horse master for Silver Springs Ranch, there hasn’t been time in his life for things like finding a willing bed partner to slake his dark needs.
When the achingly beautiful Morgan appears on his doorstep inquiring about the job, he doesn’t think twice about hiring her. He snaps her up before she discovers his boys are little hellions who have driven the last few nannies away over their antics.
And yet, for the first time in three years, since he buried his heart in the ground, Noah is entranced by naughty visions of the new nanny. She’s young, full of enthusiasm, and stirs up every wicked fantasy in his arsenal.
He prays he has the fortitude to resist her delectable charms because she’s forbidden. At his age, he can’t sleep with, let alone crave, a woman fresh out of college. But she keeps casting sexy glances suffused with desire in his direction, battering his resolve to stay away. She’s headstrong, and he aches to exert his dominance.
Will he wave the white flag, and surrender to her naughty whispered pleas?
Weekday mornings in Noah’s house were akin to attempting to corral a runaway stampede. It was messy, dangerous, and someone typically ended up hurt. And that was just the first hour of Noah’s day. From there he tended to run on coffee and chaos, moving from one thing to the next, until he returned from the stables each night, and got the boys into bed. Rinse and repeat, every day, into infinity and beyond.
Dressed for the day, Noah yawned as he left his bedroom. There were some enticing aromas wafting from the kitchen, one of them was coffee. If Morgan had already gotten the coffee going for him, he was going to give her a raise. He noticed the boys’ bedroom door was already wide open and the room empty of the wild hellions he was raising. But then he detected the sound of their enthusiastic chatter coming from the kitchen too.
Curious, he ambled down the hall as he buttoned up his lightweight plaid. It was late August, and going to be another scorcher outside today. Most likely, he would end up stripping off his shirt and white tank beneath to his skin before the day was done. But as horse master for Silver Springs Ranch, he tried to look respectable most days.
In the kitchen, Morgan stood at the stove wearing a baby pink tank top and cut off jean shorts, giving him a view of her stellar legs. She’d fastened her dark chestnut hair into two braids that fell over her slim shoulders. The tank top clung to her lithe form and cupped the swell of her pert breasts. Unexpected lust punched through Noah with such force, he almost staggered at the image of taking her bent over the counter, those long braids in his hand as he fucked her from behind.
Where the fuck had that come from?
Morgan turned with a spatula in her hand and a smile on her beguiling face. “Morning. Coffee?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his mouth dry as he tried to corral his raging hormones. But then she went up on her tiptoes, stretching to reach a coffee mug, and the hem of her tank top rose to reveal creamy, smooth skin, and a dainty butterfly tattoo on her lower back that was sexy as hell.
“Here, let me get that.” Instead of having her struggle and continuing to stare at her like she was his breakfast, he stepped into her space and reached over her head. Their fingers brushed. Sensual energy zapped through him, even as he fought the rising tide in his groin.
Noah looked down the same moment she glanced up. The air between them sizzled with erotic undercurrents. The pulse at the base of her neck beat rapidly, like fluttering hummingbird wings. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip. It would be so easy to dip his head down for a taste.
But sanity and control prevailed. He grabbed a mug and backed away from her far too enticing body. He had to, otherwise he would do something epically dumb, like kiss the new nanny.
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Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.