Shaawna inherited the job of ranch foreman and life is good...until Cade shows up as the new owner and ready to sell the ranch of a big ranching corporation.
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Shawna inherited the job of ranch foreman and has worked hard to prove herself to the men. The Rolling Hills Ranch is the only real home she has ever known. Life is good… until a spotless GQ businessman shows up at Thanksgiving to announce that he has purchased the ranch. The cold–hearted bas–– plans to upset everything by selling it to one of the big ranching corporations asap. And he won't listen to a word she says.
Cade bought the ranch with no intention of even seeing it before he sold it again, but a friend talked him into going there first. From the second he introduced himself to the pint–sized, contrary blond, his life was turned upside down. He'd never met a woman with half her boldness or a quarter of her sass. Or a woman more in need of a bottom warming.
The awful man had actually spanked her during their first meeting, and then called her a Drama Queen for complaining. All she wants now is to find a miraculous way for her and her rodeo buddies/ranch hands to buy the ranch and be forever rid of the too darn handsome Cade Calloway.
Cade left the ranch feeling more challenged than he had in a long time. As hard as he tries, he can't get Shawna out of his thoughts. He wants her, any way that he can have her. A goal setter, he decides to make her his by Valentine's Day.
By the time Shawna accepted her second place title and the winnings that went with it on the final day of the NFR, she was sore everywhere. The competition this year had been tough. She’d done extra practice sessions, and she’d taken more spills and bumps against barrels than ever before. Sloppy. She was gravely disappointed in herself, but she blamed Cade Calloway. If she wasn’t so desperate to keep the ranch, she wouldn’t have been so distracted. Darn him.
“You did real good, honey,” Alan soothed, joining her as she walked out of the arena with her award and wounded pride. They both knew she should have taken first.
“I cost us all. I let you down.” She battled back the tears so near the surface. She’d have to try calling Cade again to see if he’d lower the selling price. So far he’d been unwilling to negotiate, but he hadn’t found a buyer yet. So there was still hope.
Alan draped his arm around her shoulders as they walked out. “None of us did as well as we should have. Just not our year, I guess.”
Only Tom had taken first place in bareback riding. The other five men had a mixture of seconds and thirds. But she’d tried not to let them see her disappointment. With or without the ranch, she loved them all like brothers.
“I have another idea, maybe a couple of ideas. We’re not giving up yet.”
She could draw money from her grandfather’s trust fund, but it still wouldn’t be enough to make what they really needed. She could … Could what? Offer herself to one of the most sought after bachelors as some kind of love-slave in exchange for the ranch? Yeah, so not going to happen for any number of reasons. First being men—other than her friends—were scum in her book at the moment. Two being why would he even for a second be interested in a short, scrawny redhead with a quick-flash temper? He’d already seen a bit of her temper and not been impressed. No, the whole love-slave thing was OUT. Shame, though. She’d bet he was pretty hot in bed.
She smiled up at Alan, a weak smile. “I’ll try to win him over with my sweet personality, my charm.”
He chuckled and she elbowed him, but felt better.
“It could happen.”
Then the supposed object upon whom she’d use her charm stood a dozen feet in front of her. Cade looked terribly out of place and uncomfortable, standing beside a man who also looked equally misplaced in his fitted dark suit. He held a bouquet of roses and thrust them at her as she walked closer.
“Are you lowering the sales price?” she asked instead of taking the roses. So much for charm.
He blinked, confused, and shook his head. “I’m not here to talk about the ranch.”
Stupid is as stupid does. Being Queen Stupid, she gave him a cold look and walked by him. Alan tried to slow her down, but she drug him along with her.
“Didn’t I tell you she was an impossible woman?” Shawna heard Cade tell the other man.
Shawna took a second to glance in his direction. “Pot calling the kettle black, Mr. Impossible Calloway.” Then she huffed off, wishing she hadn’t found him quite so handsome in that obviously expensive suit, with his hair a little too long, with that too-damn-sexy stubble on his face.