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    Her Prada Cowboy
    Her Prada Cowboy
    Her Prada Cowboy
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    Her Prada Cowboy

    By Linzi Basset

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    A gorgeous, sexy corporate chick and a raunchy, muscled cowboy—a match made in heaven, or a recipe for disaster? She was a city slicker and into high powered corporate men; not naked chested, virile, abs flaunting cowboys.

    Shannon Davis worked for advancing in the media industry, and as a Senior Communications and PR Manager at the Global Media Company, she was on the road to success. Fate had other plans. Things go awry in Texas for a client meeting for Shannon. Stranded on the side of a ‘road less travelled’, she ends up at the mercy of a ruggedly handsome cowboy.

    Jarrod Parker didn’t want to help the sinfully tempting woman with a delicious ass and long legs in spiky heels who had her head under the hood of a car. City chicks didn’t belong on a ranch. His body, of course, was in total disagreement with him . . .

    Two horny toads, some screaming, and a gloriously naked woman; lead to a night of unadulterated sin. Jarrod’s fierce possessive nature pushes him to take a course that would bring them together. Until, someone threatens their newfound happiness.

    Will Jarrod & Shannon be able to beat the odds together?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinzi Basset
    Release dateSep 14, 2020
    ISBN9781005289164
    Her Prada Cowboy
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    Linzi Basset

    “Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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      Her Prada Cowboy - Linzi Basset

      Author’s Note

      Dear Reader,

      Thank you for reading my romance stories, filled with Dominant Alpha males, who know what they want and take it. They are all gorgeous, successful, rich and woman flock over them. Their women are sassy, beautiful and full of spirit. Not always from the rich and famous, but they know what they want and work hard to achieve success.

      These stories are steamy romance novels with a high level of eroticism, based on mature couples that are not scared to explore the sensual emotions they awaken in each other.

      Her Prada Cowboy

      A gorgeous, sexy corporate chick and a raunchy, muscled cowboy—a match made in heaven, or a recipe for disaster? She was a city slicker and into high powered corporate men; not naked chested, virile, abs flaunting cowboys.

      Shannon Davis works for advancing in the media industry, and as a Senior Communications and PR Manager at the Global Media Company, she was on the road to success. Fate had other plans. Things go awry in Texas for a client meeting for Shannon. Stranded on the side of a ‘road less travelled’, she ends up at the mercy of a ruggedly handsome cowboy. 

      Jarrod Parker didn’t want to help the sinfully tempting woman with a delicious ass and long legs in spiky heels who had her head under the hood of a car. City chicks didn’t belong on a ranch. His body, of course, was in total disagreement with him . . .

      Two horny toads, some screaming, and a gloriously naked woman; lead to a night of unadulterated sin.

      Jarrod’s fierce possessive nature pushes him to take a course that would bring them together. Until, someone threatens their newfound happiness. Will Jarrod & Shannon be able to beat the odds together?

      I wish you well and hope you enjoy this story.

      Enjoy!

      Linzi

      Chapter One

      O h no. I don’t have time for this!

      Shannon Davis muttered irritably when the rental car spluttered for the umpteenth time. She only had another 50 or 60 miles to go to reach her destination. The stupid car had started hiccupping 20 miles back. Suddenly the spluttering stopped, only to give a final splat-split-splat and die.

      NO! Nonononono.

      It just . . . died.

      Right there, in the middle of the road.

      In the middle of nowhere.

      Shannon slumped over the steering wheel and then thumped her head hard against it.

      Ouch! Oh clever, Shannon. Give yourself a concussion too, while you’re at it.

      She looked around and sighed forlornly. There was nothing. Apart from wide open prairie. She popped the hood and got out of the car. She walked to the front, opened the hood and searched for the ‘steely thing’ she’d seen her dad pop up when he opened his car’s hood.

      Argh! Where are you?

      A crack of her head against the hood and a few curses later, she found the ‘steely thing’ on the side of the engine. She cursed when she had to stretch as far as she could, but it was still out of reach. With a huff, she shuffled around the front of the car as she ran her hands on the hood to keep it open.

      "Shit! What happened to abracadabra? A puff of smoke, and there awaits my knight in shining armor," she muttered, exasperated at the situation.

      She managed to get the hood up amidst coughing spells, from the smoke emanating from the engine.

      Trust them to give me the only defective car in their fleet. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

      She stood back and scowled at the engine.

      Well done, Shannon. The hood is open. Big deal; you don’t know the first thing about the inside of that engine.

      Her husky, sensual voice, floated like a musical note to the silent man sitting on his massive horse, chewing on a blade of grass. His eyes still glittered from the enticing view of her ass cheeks peeking beneath the edge of a very short, very tight, denim skirt; giving him an excellent view when she had bent over to open the hood. He swallowed as he recalled the white strip of a thong that left those ass cheeks totally bare to his salivating gaze.

      His cock stirred in remembrance and he cursed. Down boy. There is no chance of any hanky-panky on this side of the road. He was too annoyed to find someone on the private road, running through his ranch.

      Shannon shook her long, dark brown tresses over her shoulders and they tumbled to her waist. She took a step back and stood glaring at the car with her hands on her waist. At least she was wearing a strappy bralette and the mini skirt, which allowed the air to cool her legs.

      Guh, who am I fooling. Even the air was scorching hot.

      She made a 360 degree turn and still saw nothing but open air and green prairie.

      And―holy mother of―where did he come from? Oh wow! Only in Texas would you find a massive hunk like that. I guess abracadabra did work.

      Their eyes met over the distance. He sat motionless on the massive horse. He was tall; she could tell from the length of his torso and his legs in the stirrups. Probably six three or four. She didn’t know which of the two had the nicest mane of hair; man or beast. The black horse was intimidating in his size, but so was the gorgeous muscled man on his back. So nonchalant, even bored, as he contemplated her silently over the distance. She ran her entranced gaze over his features and drew a quiet breath when she noticed that his hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

      A ponytail? When had she last seen a man with hair that long? His hawk-like, chiseled face could’ve been sculpted by an artist. The frown on his face drew her eyes to those straight eyebrows that extended outward in a line to his temples above a straight narrow nose. She salivated and ran her tongue over her lips as she watched those wide, inviting, kissable lips, move as he chewed on a piece of grass.

      Shannon’s breath hitched in her throat when her eyes travelled lower. He was shirtless and he bulged—oh damn—so deliciously. His chest—oh lord, her hands itched to touch those strong hard contours, down over those corrugated abs and stomach. She blinked as man and horse started moving closer.

      They stopped a mere two feet from her and stared at her, as if the aliens had just dropped her from the sky. Even the horse had a look of distrust in his eyes, as he snorted, nodding his head aggressively. She bit on her lip but forced her legs to stay and not take a step back they so desperately wanted to do.

      She felt herself blush when the cowboy’s eyes moved with an insulting slowness down her body, covering every inch—up and down—twice. Shannon cursed as her nipples tingled under his gaze. Those damn near black eyes saw everything, definitely didn’t miss the budding nipples. His gaze slowly lifted to hers and he started chewing on the blade of grass between his lips.

      The cowboy got off the massive black horse without saying a word and strutted closer to peer into the engine. He just shook his head and slammed the hood closed. He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, ‘sorry chick, motor blown, can’t help.’ He turned and walked back to his horse and effortlessly mounted its back. He turned the black stallion around as if to leave. Shannon panicked as she came out of her trance.

      Hey! You can’t just leave me here. What is wrong with the car?

      No water in the coolin’ tank; it looks like the head gasket blew. His voice was raspy and deep. He didn’t talk with much of a Texan accent and she wondered absently where he originated from.

      What? But it’s a rental. Aren’t they . . .oh bloody hell. What do I do now? I have to get to Houston before sunset.

      Houston? You’re aimin’ to travel 300 miles before sunset?

      What do you mean 300 miles? It can’t be more than 60 miles from here.

      Where did you travel from, doll face?

      Doll face? Who the devil is doll face?

      Waco.

      Hmm. Seems to me, you don’t know west from east, chick.

      Chick? What the hell?

      What do you mean?

      Left to right then?

      I know west from . . .where am I?

      McCulloch County near Brady.

      Brady?

      The one and only.

      How did I get to Brady?

      Do you really want me to answer that, doll face?

      She spluttered and glared at him. He lifted his hand to his temple in a salute and swung his horse around again.

      Good lord, he means to leave me here. In the middle of nowhere.

      Wait. Please, I need help.

      He dropped his chin on his chest and sighed heavily. I really don’t want to help the damn woman. What the hell was she doing here, in the middle of nowhere anyway?

      His cock, of course, didn’t agree with him. It had been digging even harder against his jeans’ zipper, from the moment those dark blue eyes had met his and she’d opened those puffy cupid lips. Not to mention those luscious breasts straining against the tiny top she wore. As a notorious sucker for breasts, they were the center of his attention. He wasn’t even going to go to those sinfully long legs, bared all the way to the top of her thighs in a useless short denim skirt.

      Shit.

      He turned his horse around and trotted to a halt next to her. She tilted her head and looked up.

      Exactly what do you expect me to do, doll face?

      Her hands fluttered in the air and she pointed to the smoking car.

      Fix it. I need to―I can’t stay here in the middle of nowhere.

      Fix? Where the devil did you come from woman? Is there a single brain cell in that doll brain of yours that actually works? I told you the head gasket is shot. Does it look like I carry one around with me?

      You don’t have to be insulting. What do I know about cars?

      Phone a tow-in service. They should be here within two hours.

      He turned his horse around again and she dug her cell from her skirt pocket.

      No signal.

      She shrieked when he kicked his horse to a canter.

      Come back here. I don’t have a signal.

      He looked over his shoulder and nearly cracked in two at the sight of the small woman standing with her hands on her hips, stomping her foot in vexation, her eyes shooting sparks. He groaned as his cock twitched in appreciation of her jiggling breasts.

      Hades, his horse, snorted annoyingly when he turned him, yet again; he couldn’t blame him.

      You are pretty demandin’ for someone who needs a favor, doll face.

      I have a name, she snapped but backtracked quickly when his eyes darkened. Please, I really need your help.

      He dug his own phone out of his pocket and cursed when he too had no signal. He glared at her as if was her fault. He nodded his head to the back of his horse.

      Get on.

      Her jaw dropped open and she pointed to the horse whose flank stood higher than the top of her head. Then she tugged at the tiny, short skirt and swallowed.

      I . . . ehm . . . am not really dressed for . . .

      Do you want my help or not?

      She nodded and quickly grabbed her handbag from the passenger seat and turned back to him.

      What about my bags?

      His glare nearly sliced her in two.

      Does it look like we are pullin’ a buggy behind us? Lock the car. I’ll send one of my guys to fetch it. Trust me; no one ever drives by this road. How you ended up here, in the first place, is a mystery. And take those damn spikes off your feet. You’ll poke my horse to death with them, he grouched with annoyance rife in his voice.

      She glared at him, but leaned down to pull her Louboutin stilettos from her feet and stuffed them in her oversized handbag. With arched feet she stepped carefully over the rough stones, wincing when they dug into her soft soles.

      Is this going to take much longer? I would like to get home sometime this afternoon, he hid his appreciation of her dainty feet finding their way closer behind a derisive tone.

      Are you always this rude to strangers?

      No, only irritating trespassers who waste my time. Oh, dag nab it, he muttered a he lost his patience when she stumbled over the stones.

      He pulled the horse next to her and grabbed her arm, yanking her up and positioning her behind him on the horse. She shrieked and barely had her leg over the horse when he pulled him around.

      Wait. Please, just give me a moment, she pleaded in a husky voice as she desperately tried to yank her mini skirt down over her ass, but it was futile. The skirt was just too narrow and bundled up around her hips; leaving her thighs bare all the way to her hips and her ass . . . she could feel the heat of the sun on her ass cheeks.

      Oh lord. She moaned in mortification.

      Jarrod realized her dilemma and chuckled; the sound raspy and deep. The sensual sound shot like an arrow directly to her loins and she shivered at the delicious feeling of heat that suffused her core.

      "You might as well give up, doll face. There is no way that slip of a skirt is going to cover anythin’."

      Oh, this is so embarrassing, she lamented.

      He chuckled again, kicked his horse and set off in a fast gallop. Startled Shannon grabbed him around his waist.

      He sucked in a sharp breath the moment her hands grabbed his waist. Her small hands pressed into his lower pecs. He cursed when he felt her hard nipples rub against his back.

      This wasn’t going to work. There was no way I’m going to last fifteen minutes with those juicy boobs of hers rubbin’ up and down my back with every bounce of the horse.

      He yanked Hades to a halt, eliciting a frightened scream from Shannon as her legs slipped over the back of the horse. She clung to the cowboy with her eyes clamped shut.

      Are. You. Completely. Crazy?

      He took hold of her arm and tried to loosen the other from his waist, but she held on to him in a vice like grip.

      Darn it woman, let go, he growled in a deep voice.

      I’m sliding off the stupid horse, you jackass! I’m not letting go.

      He swung his head around and cursed when he saw her legs slipping. He tried to ignore the perfectly heart-shaped, naked ass above those flailing legs.  

      Listen, doll face, I’ve got your arm. I want to move you to the front. I ain’t fixin’ to drop you.

      I don’t trust you, she groused under her breath, breathing hard as she struggled to pull herself upright.

      Do you see anyone around who you can turn to, sugar buns? he said, without bothering to hide his amusement.

      I am warning you, sugar stud, if you drop me . . .

      Oh, get over it, chick, you don’t even weigh as much as my one leg, he snorted at the unintended insult.

      The next moment, he yanked her from behind him and vaulted her sideways in front of him. She huffed, while the stallion whinnied. She scowled at him, yanking desperately at the hem of her skirt.

      You really are an asshole. Do you know that? she complained with her eyes throwing daggers at him.

      He yanked her legs up and hooked them over his one leg, ignoring her gasp as his arms encircled her to take hold of the reins. He kicked Hades and took off at a canter.

      Shannon knew he rode the horse fast just to annoy her. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist when she felt her butt slipping. Her handbag was uncomfortably pressed against her side with her cheek pressed into his hard, muscled chest.

      His muscled arms were tighter around her than really necessary, but she did not need to know that.

      You could’ve put on your shirt, you know, she grumbled, tongue in cheek, to hide the effect his warm, naked skin had on her.

      And deny you the pleasure of oglin’ and caressing me?

      Oef.

      She immediately started to loosen her grip, but grabbed him tight when he increased the speed to a gallop. His deep chuckle had her grind her teeth with a growl.

      His cock responded―no surprise there―twitching against his jeans.

      Shit. What the hell am I going to do with her when we get home? She can’t stay at the house. Not with my eager beaver ready for attention.

      Fuck.

      Chapter Two

      Jarrod only lasted another five minutes with her in his arms, rubbing against his aching cock. He cursed under his breath and brought Hades to an abrupt halt. He dismounted and took a few deep breaths to cool down his heated body.

      Bloody temptin’ woman is driving me crazy.

      He reached and lifted her.

      Spread them.

      What?

      Spread your legs.

      She realized what he meant to do and barely had her legs apart when he slammed her down on the saddle. He shoved his shirt in her hands.

      Cover those damn thighs and ass of yours. I don’t appreciate you flauntin’ yourself to my ranch hands.

      She blushed and yanked the offending article from his hand. It was so big she could wrap it around her waist twice.

      Hold on to his mane.

      She frowned at him and then grabbed the horse’s mane with a yelp as he started trotting next to his master. He jogged at a fast and steady pace.

      Shannon bit her lip. Oh crap, the man has the tightest ass I have ever seen on a man. His jeans molded him like second skin. She swallowed, watching his strong thighs clench as he ran. His back was, in one word, mouthwatering—and hers certainly did. Nonstop.

      Her nipples stood taut as they pressed against the bralette which suddenly felt very rough against her skin. Her panties were embarrassingly wet from the effect the constant rubbing against his hard body had on her libido.

      She groaned and tried to cover her breasts unsuccessfully beneath her arms when he glanced around at the sound.

      We’re nearly there. Have you never been on a horse before?

      I am from Los Angeles.

      That’s a no then.

      She let him believe her groan was one of discomfort, rather than have him guess the real reason.

      "You should stay away from places like this, doll face. With a

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