Brooke Page

Craving The Cowboy Brooke Page

Sleeping with a cowboy was never a part of the plan. I was supposed to meet him face to face, persuade him to sign paperwork, and enjoy the rest of my life without being tied to him. I was supposed to give him a piece of my mind, inform him of everything he took away from me, that my parents weren't who he thought they were. That was easier said than done. I hadn't seen more than a few photos of him in his childhood, but now, he was a full grown man; Broad, fit, and sexy as hell. His foreign touch was addictive, sending my head in a rush and my heart to beat into overdrive. Could the chemistry and passion we share be enough to overpower my jealousy and hatred toward him?