Cowboy Romance, Age Gap, Suspense
Date Published: April 26, 2024
Mia – I ran away from home when I was seventeen and attached myself
to a too-old-for-me cowboy. Then he knocked me up, slapped me around, and
left me. My baby and I would have had nowhere to go, but the sweetest cowboy
I’ve ever met threw me a lifeline. It was only supposed to be a
marriage of convenience. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him.
When life keeps throwing us one obstacle after another, I have to wonder if
I made the right choice. What if I’m ruining Jackson’s
life?
Jackson – I have really big shoes to fill. Not only is my dad a
retired rodeo national champion, but he’s also part of the Dixie
Reapers MC. He saved my mom, and he’s been my hero ever since I was a
kid. So when my friend starts yelling at his girlfriend and slaps her
around, I know I have to step in. Now I have a family I didn’t plan
for, and I have no idea how to tell my parents. But with trouble following
us no matter where we go, there’s only one place I can turn – to
the Dixie Reapers – because I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my
family safe.
EXCERPT
Carter’s face twisted into a snarl, his grip on the beer in his hand
tightening until I feared the bottle might shatter. I should have known
things would turn out this way. Although, I’d never seen him act like
this with a woman before. I remained tense and ready to intervene the moment
I thought he was going too far.
How many beers had he had? Five? Six? He looked completely plastered. I was
thankful I’d decided to come to this rodeo. At first, I’d
thought to pass and go to a different event, but when I found out Carter was
heading here, something told me to follow.
Why the fuck was he doing this right by the arena? I could barely focus on
my upcoming ride. A quick glance showed I needed to get moving if I wanted
to make this ride count.
“You stupid little whore,” he spat, his words laced with venom
and rage that made my blood run cold. “You think I’m gonna stick
around and play daddy to some brat? You’re out of your Goddamn
mind!”
Mia recoiled, her eyes wide with terror. Shit! If he took a swing at her,
I’d have to forget my damn ride and go help her. Hold on just a bit
longer.
“Jackson, it’s now or never,” said one of the cowboys
waiting for me. I pulled my attention away from Carter and Mia, hoping I
wasn’t making a mistake. I knew I’d ride like shit if I sat here
worrying about her.
Closing my eyes, I cleared my mind, blocked out all the noise around me,
adjusted my grip and gave the cowboy a nod. He opened the chute and the
bronc beneath me bolted in a straight line. Bastard didn’t start
bucking until we’d reached the other end of the arena. If I got a
shitty score for drawing this horse, I was going to be pissed.
The horse’s hooves would pound into the dirt, then he’d go
airborne again. He did his best to scrape me off on the arena fencing when
he couldn’t seem to throw me. Sweat dripped into my eyes and I held
on, hoping for a high enough score to at least keep my place. I was gunning
for nationals and needed every point.
As the buzzer sounded, I jumped off the bronco. The moment my feet hit the
arena floor, I took off for the fence. My body still hummed with energy from
the ride, every muscle tense. I cleared the fence and closed the
distance.
I’d never seen my friend act like this before, and it sickened
me.
“Please, Carter,” she begged. “I didn’t want this
to happen either, but we have to do something.”
“Then get rid of it!” he bellowed, causing heads to turn in
their direction. “I don’t give a damn how, just make sure
it’s gone!”
The bond between us as friends had shattered in an instant, and I
couldn’t let Carter hurt Mia any further.
“Hey!” I shouted, my voice firm and commanding. “Leave
her alone, Carter!”
He whipped around to face me, his eyes blazing with fury, and for a moment
I saw the man I’d once considered a brother. But that fleeting glimpse
disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by the monster he’d
become. I’d like to hope it was only the alcohol, but I worried I
might be seeing his true self for the first time.
“Stay out of this, Jackson!” he snarled, his hands clenched
into fists at his sides. “This ain’t your business!”
“Like hell it isn’t,” I shot back, my heart pounding in
my chest as I positioned myself between him and Mia. “You don’t
get to treat her like this, not while I’m still
breathing.”
My words hung heavy in the air between us, a testament to the line
we’d crossed and the friendship we’d just left behind. We stood
there, two men who’d once been closer than brothers, now locked in a
battle neither of us could back down from. I’d never let him, or any
man, hurt a woman. Not in my presence. I’d been raised to take care of
those weaker than me, and Mia definitely qualified.
“Get the hell away from her, Carter!” I demanded, my voice
unwavering. She trembled behind me. I heard her suck in a breath and
sniffle, which meant she was most likely crying. I felt her shaky hands
press against my back.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Carter seethed, his
bloodshot eyes filled with rage. He threw his beer to the ground, the glass
shattering against the dirt, and clenched his fists.
“Someone who won’t stand by and watch you hurt a woman,”
I replied, my pulse racing, knowing the situation was spiraling out of
control.
“Stay out of it, Jackson!” Carter spat, his face contorted into
a snarl. “I told you this ain’t your business!”
I shook my head, refusing to back down. “It became my business when
you laid a hand on her. Or are you trying to tell me one side of her face is
redder than the other for a reason besides you hitting her?”
Carter’s nostrils flared, the alcohol and anger fueling him like a
wildfire. He lunged at me, swinging a wild punch aimed straight for my face.
I could feel the heat of his fist as it narrowly missed me, my instincts and
years of rodeo reflexes kicking in as I expertly dodged the blow.
“Is this how you want to handle things, Carter?” I asked, my
heart pounding even faster now, adrenaline coursing through my veins. But
before he could answer, I retaliated with a powerful punch of my own,
connecting with his jaw.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed, stumbling back a few steps,
clearly stunned by the force of my blow.
“Leave her alone or I swear, I won’t hesitate to knock some
sense into you,” I warned, my eyes locked onto his, showing him I
meant every word.
He glared at me, his face reddening with humiliation and fury, but he
didn’t make another move. His hands fisted at his sides, and I
wondered if he was going to take another swing at me. The sweat dripped off
my brow as I stared into Carter’s rage-filled eyes, preparing for his
next move. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down -- not with
Mia’s safety on the line.
“Is that all you got?” Carter snarled, wiping blood from his
mouth.
“Leave her alone, Carter,” I warned, my chest heaving with the
effort it took to keep my emotions in check. “This ends
now.”
“Over my dead body,” he spat back, throwing another punch. But
I was ready. With practiced ease, I sidestepped his attack and landed a
decisive uppercut to his jaw.
He came after me again, but in his drunken state, he was no match for me.
As much as I hated to hurt the man who’d once been my friend, I landed
blow after blow to his ribs, gut, and face. If he’d backed down,
I’d have let him go. He charged me again. I slammed my fist into his
cheek.
Carter’s body crumpled to the ground like a rag doll, the fight
finally drained out of him. Silence fell over the rodeo arena as everyone
held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Shit! I
hadn’t even realized everyone was watching us. Didn’t surprise
me no one was stepping forward. They all wanted to watch the drama unfold,
but no one wanted to take responsibility for whatever happened.
He groaned and struggled to get to his knees.
“Stay away from her, Carter,” I warned.
“Think you can tell me what to do?” he spat, his voice slurred
with alcohol.
“About Mia? Yeah, I do,” I replied. “Someone needs to
protect her from you. When did you become such a mean drunk?”
“Who are you to decide what’s best for her?” Carter
sneered, wiping the blood from his lip as he advanced.
“Someone who won’t lay a hand on her in anger.” The
alcohol had completely pickled his brain. “Go sleep it off,
Carter.”
He staggered to his feet and disappeared into the crowd. I had a feeling
he’d come for her again. Maybe not today, but sometime in the future.
I trusted my gut, and it was telling me Mia was still in danger.
“Jackson, please,” Mia whispered, her hand on my arm. Suddenly,
the noise of the surrounding chaos seemed to fade away, and all I could hear
was her voice, her fear and vulnerability plain for me to see. In that
moment, I realized this wasn’t just about teaching Carter a lesson. It
was about showing Mia she had someone in her corner, someone who would
protect her no matter what.
“Okay,” I said. “It’s over.”
I took her hand in mine, leading her away from the crowd. I might not know
a lot about pregnant women, but the stress couldn’t be good for her or
the baby. She needed somewhere quiet, and we both needed time to
think.
“Where are we going?” Mia asked, her eyes still brimming with
fear.
“Somewhere safe,” I assured her. “Away from all this.
Just trust me, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
I could feel her body trembling as we moved through the sea of people, and
I wished more than anything that I could take away her pain. But for now,
all I could do was guide her toward safety, one step at a time.
“Almost there,” I murmured, my eyes scanning the area for any
sign of danger. “Just keep holding on.”
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
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