Badass Cowgirl

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Summary

Roxie Rayne Romero is a fierce cowgirl, a heartbreaker, and champion rider who swore off commitment, until Jaden Davis Reyes, a bold younger applicant, crashes into her world. What start as a hookup turns into a messy, magnetic connection filled with lust and jealousy.

Status
Complete
Chapters
36
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

I wasn’t made for love. I was forged in dust and danger, in the heat of the sun and the thrum of hooves.

Born for late-night rides under a moonlit sky, whiskey-soaked dares, and one-night stands that knew better than to ask for more.

I was a wildfire, too wild, too hot, too much. I didn’t get swept off my feet-I knocked others off theirs.

They called me Roxie Rayne Romero, the town’s cowgirl, rodeo queen, and reigning champion of heartbreak.

Commitment?

That was for the weak. I flirted like I rode fast, sharp, and always in control. If you couldn’t keep up, you weren’t worth the ride. I lived for the adrenaline.

The rope tightening around a charging calf. The thrill of a clean takedown. The boys who begged for a taste, not knowing I was the one playing them. I was untouchable.

Until he walked in.

Jaden Reyes. Too young. Too bold. Too beautiful for his own good. He didn’t stumble over my sharp tongue. Didn’t flinch when I pushed. Didn’t try to tame me.

No, he watched me like I was a storm he wanted to chase. Like I was home. He wasn’t looking to play. He was looking to claim. And God help me, I let him. I told myself it was just a game,like all the others. A name I’d forget. A night I’d bury.

But Jaden wasn’t a name I could erase. He wormed his way into my nights, my nerves, my damn bloodstream. He didn’t ask to be let in, he invaded, and worse? I wanted him to. He touched the parts of me I thought were buried beneath the dust and dirt. The parts I told myself didn’t exist.

And just like that, the rules I’d lived by cracked. Because Jaden Reyes didn’t play by them. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t fold. He stayed.

And suddenly...I wasn’t the one in control. I was the one losing grip. Because for the first time, I wasn’t the one riding away.

I was falling.

And I didn’t know how to stop.

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and situations depicted in this story are entirely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The story, setting, and all related content are entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.