Rogue Cowboy (Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Book 2) Read online

  Rogue Cowboy

  Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Novels

  A Standalone Novel

  A Billionaire Bad Boy BDSM Romance Novel

  By

  Linzi Basset

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved

  ROGUE COWBOY

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset

  Edited: Kristen Breanne

  Proofreaders: Marie Vayer, Melanie Marnell

  Linzi Basset has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this eBook only. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Reviews

  Author’s Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Excerpt: Fierce Paxton

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  Reviews

  This author once again performs her magic by drawing her readers into the storyline and breathing life into the characters to the point you actually feel you know them. With male leads that know how to take control of a situation and feisty, strong female leads who make them work for it, Hunter and Rachel blaze from the pages and make you hate to turn the last page. I simply wanted more! Fabulous short - can’t wait to dig into the rest of what promises to be hours of reading pleasure in this anthology.

  …/Sue T

  This is a beautifully written, romantic, exciting story full of adventure and surprises and human growth.

  …/Paintedlady

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Rogue Cowboy is the second book in an open series of standalone titles of Billionaire Bad Boy Romance novels. Filled with hot and sexy alpha males and kink, they will make you wish you were in these women’s shoes.

  ROGUE COWBOY

  She bought a date with the notorious cowboy at a charity auction ... only she wasn't prepared for the kind of date he had in mind.

  “I’ll never in a million years beg you for anything, let alone to spank me!”

  Hunter Scott was like the proverbial toothache who kept popping into her life at the most inopportune times. This time he dangled a carrot her starved body couldn't resist and turned her life topsy-turvy.

  “Now that’s something a man like me can’t refuse. I accept your challenge.”

  Rachel Davis was a natural submissive who needed to be brought to life and the one woman the Dom in him craved with a hunger he didn't bother to suppress any longer. He set out to break down her defenses ... one spanking at a time.

  Would Rachel be able to trust the rogue cowboy to give up his roaming ways? And when acts of violence threatened to break her, would she be able to overcome the doubts that his affections were true, or would she believe it was only a farce to take her beloved ranch out from under her?

  Editor’s Note:

  If cowboy hats, jeans, muscles, and a deep southern drawl are what it takes to turn you on, look no further. With the perfect Texan flavored recipe of mystery, heartache, greed, passion, and lust, Rogue Cowboy will lasso your heart and your loins and rope you right in.

  I trust you will enjoy this story.

  Warm regards,

  Linzi Basset

  Chapter One

  “The only interest I have in a Texas cowboy is to ride his horses, Anna.”

  “You’re beyond boring! You know the saying: Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Well, here’s your chance. And it’s a twofer.”

  “A twofer?” Rachel Davis stomped her feet into her riding boots. She studied the scuffed tips and noticed how worn they were. Maybe it was time to invest in a new pair, but she loved these because they were so comfortable. She wasn’t one who adapted to change easily. New riding boots was one thing she wasn’t too keen on.

  “All the proceeds of the auction go to a charity of your choice. It’s an annual event that draws an enormous amount of publicity and the perfect opportunity to promote the Lilly Davis children’s fund.” Anna flopped onto her back on Rachel’s bed in total disregard to the chic and crisp business suit she was wearing. “I’m already drooling over those hunks and their muscled chests as they parade on stage.”

  “You’re incorrigible, Anna. I’m starting to think you have nympho tendencies.”

  “What’s wrong with that? I’m a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite.” Anna scissored her legs in the air.

  Rachel shook her head at her antics as she quickly tied her hair in a ponytail. “Your sexual appetite is going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

  “As long as it’s the kind of trouble that ends with a hard dick in my—”

  “Good lord, stop!” Rachel laughed and headed to the door. “I’m seriously worried about you, my friend.”

  “No need to be.” Anna trailed down the stairs after Rachel. “At least I’m comfortable with my sexuality.”

  “Are you implying I’m not?”

  Anna glanced at her as she reached for the large white cowgirl hat on the stand in the entrance hall. “Well, I wouldn’t be wrong, would I? Don’t give me that look. Be honest, Rachel. When was the last time you had sex? Not the quickies that fumbling fool, Will Jones, who you sometimes invite to your bed, offers but a good hard fuck that melts your brain.”

  Rachel walked out onto the wraparound porch of the large ranch house and breathed in deeply. She loved the fresh morning air. It always reminded her of the gift of nature and how privileged she was to live so close to it.

  “Well?”

  Rachel clipped an indulgent glance at her best friend. Her parents were neighbors and they had been friends since they were toddlers. No one knew Rachel better than Anna Miller.

  “Can’t say that sex has ever had that effect on me.” She shrugged. “I sincerely doubt it’s at all possible.”

  Rachel preferred her sexual partners to be mellow, non-demanding and caring, which was why she avoided the ranchers that made the modern-day Texas cowboy tabloids like the plague. The small equestrian ranch she inherited from her parents in Van Zandt County on the banks of Lake Tawakoni wasn’t that far from the city and the places they frequented, but it was secluded enough to keep her safe from their undesired attention.

  “Oh, my lord! I need to find you a proper man and fast.”

  “Don’t be melodramatic, Anna. Sex is a tool for sexual relief and I’m quite happy with mine.”

  Rachel descended the porch stairs two at a time and headed toward the infancy stable, so christened as it housed just born foals and their mothers. Currently, there were two rec
ently born and one thoroughbred Arabian awaiting birth. Breeding wasn’t what she concentrated on at Wolf Creek Equestrian Vista, so named as the ranch house was situated adjacent to Wolf Cove, but she mated five specific breeds in her stable to produce specifically desired characteristics for dressage and showjumping.

  “You might think you do but it’s only because you’ve never had a man who rocked your world riding between your legs.” Anna sped up to keep up with Rachel. It amazed Rachel how she managed to walk with such confidence on the rough terrain with high heels. “Come on, what do you say? It’s a wonderful chance to showcase the good that has been done with the trust your mother left in her will.”

  “You’re not going to stop until I say yes, are you?”

  “See, you know me so well.” Anna dimpled as they neared the stable. “I’m also going to participate, so you won’t be there on your own.”

  “Oh no, that’s where I draw the line. Fine, Anna, I’ll bid on a date with a cowboy, but you can do it on my behalf. You know I hate those formal affairs and I have no intention of making an ass of myself. There’s no chance that I’ll become involved in a bidding war with a bunch of sex starved women.”

  Anna smiled broadly. “No problem. You don’t need to worry; I’ll make sure your date is the pick of the crop.”

  “That’s exactly what worries me.” She stabbed a stiff finger in the center of Anna’s chest. “You will bid on a cowboy fitting my specifications. I don’t want to be saddled for a night with a caveman.”

  “Your word is my command.” Anna hugged her briefly. “I gotta get going. I have a nine o’clock litigation in the city.” She winked at her. “I’ll register us online for the auction. Just pop me a text message with the maximum bidding amount when you have time. If I recall correctly, it’s one of the qualifying criteria.” She briskly walked toward her sporty SUV that was parked in front of the two-story gable roof house. “Toodles, Rach, see you later.” Her throaty farewell floated toward Rachel as she walked inside the cool interior of the modernized stable.

  “Morning, Boss lady.”

  Rachel smiled at the young stable hand who eagerly approached her. He had only been working on the ranch for a couple of months and was eager to please.

  “Morning, Steven. I told you to call me Rachel. There’s no need for formalities and Boss lady makes me think of a stiff corporate chick.”

  Steven flashed a toothy grin but didn’t respond. He gestured to the first large box stall. “I guess you’ve come to check up on little Margarete?”

  “You should stop calling her that. One of these days it’ll be the only name she’ll respond to and believe me; Margarete is not befitting of a thoroughbred Arabian mare.”

  “She looks like a Margarete, you know, one of those pretty German ladies tiptoeing about dressed in quirky outfits, high socks, ribbons, and bows. Their dancing is so graceful … just like our little Margarete.”

  Rachel groaned as the little foal’s head lifted. She immediately struggled to her feet and hobbled towards Steven to bury her snout in his throat. It was evident the two had already formed a bond.

  “I see what you mean about graceful,” she said with a smile as she quickly examined the gorgeous chestnut colored foal that sported four white socks, tail, and mane. She was truly a delight. “But no more Margarete.” She cast a strict look at the young man. “I mean it, Steven. I’ll choose their names in line with their lineage before the end of the week.”

  “Of course, I understand.”

  Rachel cooed at the mother of the foal and spent the following hour examining and bonding with the new additions of the Wolf Creek Equestrian Vista family.

  As she exited the stable, her eyes drifted over the surrounding landscape. Though Rachel hated crowds, here in the countryside was the one place she always felt at home. It wasn't that she sought isolation, but in the quiet song of the birds and the susurration of the green grass in the fields, she found peace. The paths of hard ground and the stiles she traversed daily were a hymn sung straight to her soul; the trees, the grass, the ducks that wandered the coppice on the banks of the lake, were all part of the music. The more the wind blustered, tousled her auburn hair, and cooled her fingers, the calmer her mind became. She was at her happiest here, far removed from the hustle and bustle of city life.

  Except for the one dark cloud that hindered her quietude and equanimity.

  Hunter Scott.

  A neighbor, an acclaimed horse breeder, and a ruthless property developer who had set his eyes on Wolf Creek Equestrian Vista.

  Also the only man who had given her one night of the kind of sex Anna raved about—mind-blowing.

  “I don’t understand the delay, Rick. It’s a simple deal. Make her an offer she can’t refuse. I need that property. I can’t expand into cross breeding thoroughbreds until I have the space.”

  Hunter Scott paced in front of the wall to ceiling windows of his study. He shot a sharp look at his best friend, Rick Griffin. He also happened to be an equal partner in the property and development firm Hunter had started up ten years ago.

  “She’s as stubborn as that damn stallion of yours. I can't even get through the front door, and when she bothers to answer the phone and hears my voice, she cuts me off.” Rick stretched his long legs in front of him and regarded Hunter with a frowning countenance. “Why that specific property? Your neighbor to the west indicated his eagerness to sell. It’ll be a smooth and easy transaction; signed, sealed, and delivered in a matter of a month.”

  “Because I need the lake access and the stables. The buildings have all been modernized over the past five years and already have adequate boarding stables, livery yards, and the pastures are well fenced off. It’ll require no work and we can immediately kick off with the new projects.”

  “I understand all that but we already wasted six months trying to convince her to sell. Let’s face it, Hunter, you could’ve bought Newman’s place, modernized, and have been up and running by now in the same time span. Not to mention that his property is twice the size of Wolf Creek.” Rick tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. “Out with it. What’s really behind your drive to buy that particular ranch?”

  “Why do you always look for something sinister in everything I do? I told you why I want Wolf Creek, there’s nothing more to it than that. Just get me the fucking ranch!”

  “Rachel and I used to be friends and now those blue eyes of hers shoot daggers at me. This entire deal has made me her biggest enemy. You’ve known her longer than me and were good friends with her parents. Why don’t you try and convince her?”

  Hunter picked up his hat and slammed it on his head. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’ll do,” he muttered and stomped out of the study, snorting as Rick’s deep chuckle accompanied him through the door.

  He deliberately kept his mind blank as he jumped into his silver Ford F-150 truck and drove along the lake road to Wolf Creek Equestrian Vista. His eyes scanned the condition of the horses in the pastures he drove past as he turned into the long winding road leading to the ranch house.

  “Rachel did a good job running this place. More than good. For a young woman on her own, she did exceptional.”

  He couldn’t help but admire her. He remembered how devastated she’d been two years ago when her parents were both killed in the savage tornado that had caught them unaware on the road back from Dallas. She hadn’t thought twice about giving up a very lucrative career as an equine veterinarian to take over the running of the ranch.

  It had also marked a change in the beautiful young woman. She became a recluse over the years. He hardly ever saw her at charity functions anymore, something she used to attend the first year after their death, to carry on the good work her mother did to care for children in need. Although she continued with the contributions, she seemed to have withdrawn from being personally involved. From what Anna Miller, her best friend told him, she lived and breathed the horses in favor of spending time in a social environment with any of h
er friends.

  It was an unhealthy situation. Every person needed balance in their lives. It was about time the old Rachel Davis resurfaced.

  “And I’m the man to do it.” His voice carried a dark tone of promise as he parked the truck and watched the object of his thoughts appear from the nearby stable and walk toward the house. “I gave her enough time to mourn her parents. It’s time the desires little Rachel has buried are broken free of their shackles and come to the surface to play—with me.” His smile was wickedly evil. “Again.”

  The wolfish grin on his lips widened as he watched her sprint toward the house the moment she recognized him. He caught her on the porch just as she reached for the front door.

  “Is there a fire inside? Should I phone the fire department?”

  His hand on the doorknob prevented her from running inside and slamming the door in his face. To make matters worse, he was crowding her from behind, so close, she could feel the heat of his body reaching out to hers.

  “What do you want, Mr. Scott?”

  “Ouch, that sharp tone cuts deep, little girl.”

  The blue eyes that shot at him over her shoulder threatened to cut him in two. “I’m not a little girl,” she sneered slowly through her teeth, like she wanted to make sure he understood every word.

  His eyes trailed over her beautiful face, a portrait of such perfection that his mind went blank for a moment.

  The feelings he’d been coveting for her resurfaced as he gazed at her. She was drop-dead gorgeous and wicked-smart. He felt himself drowning in the sapphire glow of her eyes. Thick, silky strands of dark red hair framed her oval-shaped face with skin that was as smooth as marble. He longed to be reintroduced to the velvet softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. A smile twitched on his lips as her rounded jaw jutted forward stubbornly and her perfect small nose flared under his scrutiny.