Cowgirls Don't Cry

Cowgirls Don't Cry
Silver James

The wealthiest of enemies may seduce the ranch right out from under her!Cassidy Morgan wasn’t raised a crybaby. So when her father dies and leaves the family ranch vulnerable to takeover by an Okie gazillionaire with a grudge, she doesn’t shed a tear, she fights back.But Chance Barron, the son of said gazillionaire, is a too-sexy adversary. In fact, it isn’t until Cassidy falls head over heels for the sexy Stetson-wearing businessman that she even finds out he’s the enemy. Now she needs a plucky plan to save her birthright. But Chance has another trick up his sleeve, putting family loyalties—and passion—to the ultimate test.

The wealthiest of enemies may seduce the ranch right out from under her!

Cassidy Morgan wasn’t raised a crybaby. So when her father dies and leaves the family ranch vulnerable to takeover by an Okie gazillionaire with a grudge, she doesn’t shed a tear—she fights back.

But Chance Barron, the son of said gazillionaire, is a too-sexy adversary. In fact, it isn’t until Cassidy falls head over heels for the sexy cowboy-hat-wearing attorney that she even finds out he’s the enemy. Now she needs a plucky plan to save her birthright. But Chance has another trick up his sleeve, putting family loyalties—and passion—to the ultimate test.

“Most people just call me Chance, since that’s my name.”

“Fine. So, why are you here … Chance?”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“I don’t know. Can you be honest?”

Damn but that question hit a little too close to home. Good thing he was the poker player in the family.

He deflected her question with a wink and a little smirk. “I’ll plead the Fifth on that one. You know what folks say—all’s fair in love and war.”

“Yeah, but which is this?”

“You tell me, Cassidy.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which one?”

“Well, you’re a man, so we know you can’t be honest. So that leaves the other one. Why are you here?”

“Ow. I lodge a protest in the name of men everywhere.” He offered her another crooked grin and a wink as he added, “I came to see you.”

“Why?”

Time to lay his cards on the table. “Because I want to take you to dinner.”

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Cowgirls Don’t Cry is a Red Dirt Royalty book—These Oklahoma millionaires work hard and play harder.

Dear Reader, (#u4ff283cb-3456-5b7a-be51-1f50fa1db1d1)

I’m an Oklahoma red-dirt cowgirl bred, born and raised. Once you get red dirt in your blood or on your clothes, it never washes out. When I was lucky enough to share a walk through New York City and lunch with the man who would become my Mills & Boon editor, I popped off and asked, “If I write you a Mills & Boon Desire story, will you read it?” He laughed but said, “Absolutely.”

Back in my writing cave, I went to work. I wanted to write about my home state. The people here are as fascinating and enduring as the land itself. We have cowboys, oilmen, billionaires, country music stars and smart women more than capable of wrangling their men. It took hearing a country-and-western song, sung by two Okies, to figure out the story of Cassidy Morgan and Chance Barron.

I wrote the manuscript. My editor read it. And here it is. To say I’m excited to share Chance and Cassie’s story is an understatement. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed the telling. If you like it, please let me know.

Happy reading,

Silver James

Cowgirls Don’t Cry

Silver James

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

SILVER JAMES likes walks on the wild side and coffee. Okay. She loves coffee. Warning: her muse, Iffy, runs with scissors. A cowgirl at heart, she’s also been an army officer’s wife and mum and has worked in the legal field, fire service and law enforcement. Now retired from the real world, she lives in Oklahoma, USA and spends her days writing with the assistance of her two Newfoundland dogs, the cat who rules them all and the myriad characters living in her imagination. She loves interacting with readers on her blog, Twitter and Facebook. Find her at www.silverjames.com (http://www.silverjames.com).

To my dad, who taught me how to ride and all about cowboy honor, to my family for always believing in me, and to Charles, my editor, for his faith in my abilities, his enthusiasm and his patience.

Contents

Cover (#u20373b0e-b792-568d-8c70-243455ab10b3)

Back Cover Text (#ubd11b63a-ae9e-5434-9909-7a3bd78198db)

Introduction (#u3c02ecf8-233e-5cf5-a4e1-51573d6aa452)

Dear Reader

Title Page (#u20b3a46b-220c-5254-aecd-0924fee240b6)

About the Author (#ueec7382f-cfdb-5ec4-a69f-065c0ed35d33)

Dedication (#ua37d4aab-fad8-5aa0-a899-48d9367c79ad)

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