Last of the Red-Hot Riders
Hell’s Outlaws # 2
Hell’s Outlaws # 2
By: Tina Leonard
Releasing May 26, 2015
The toughest rodeo rider in Hell, Texas, discovers his tender side with a feisty cowgirl in this sexy new novel from USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard.
Cameron Dix knows that becoming an elite rider is the first step to realizing her dream: owning a special-needs equestrian academy. Only one thing stands in her way—and he’s big, tall, and sizzles like a Texas steak. Superhunk Saint Markham claims that he isn’t happy about all the women galloping into town, but the heat in his eyes tells Cameron a different story. What else can a fiery redhead do but let her hair down and give in to desire hot enough to melt her saddle?
Saint has seen what happens when women come marching into the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center: Strong men crumble. Problem is, he’s got rivals willing to train a talented lady rider like Cameron. But after one night of passion, he’s branded. And from the moment he kisses her ruby lips, Cameron is his—even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. Now Saint must stake his claim on a life of delicious sin with the woman he loves.
“I need your help,” Cameron said to him, and Saint stared into her beautiful deep-denim- blue eyes, knowing that whatever it was she needed, he was going to move heaven and earth to provide it.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said politely. “How can I help you?”
“Judy’s arranged for me to start bullfighter training out at Judge Rory Nunez’s.”
He raised a brow. “Good for you.”
Cameron shot him a look of disgust, and he laughed. He raised his beer, drinking deeply, unable to tear his gaze away from her in spite of himself.
“Look, eventually you guys are going to have to respect the fact that you were wrong
about Judy’s idea for a team of female bullfighters. Ava won that argument when she proved she could do it. And it was a good thing for Hell.”
“Maybe. The thing is, Ava gave up bullfighting to follow Trace around.”
Cameron snorted. “You have that backward.”
“So Judy’s got her eye set on you.” He shrugged. “Cupcake, if you want to get squashed flat, that’s your business. Don’t ask me to help you.”
“I am asking you to help me. Because I know you trained Ava out at Rory’s when Trace wouldn’t.”
He didn’t even have to think twice about this. “While I would help you any way I can,
Cameron, I won’t train you to bullfight. That’s not my thing. I only helped Ava to get under Trace’s skin. We decided long ago, before your team was even a twinkle in Judy’s eye, that we didn’t train anything but riders. We don’t train women to bullfight, which Judy knew before she ever dreamed this project up.”
“You’re the best rider around. No one knows better than you how to stay on a bull.” She gave him an intense stare that hit him right in the gut. He took another swig of beer for protection. “If anyone knows what a cowboy needs from a bullfighter, it’s you, Saint.”
“Maybe. But no. Sorry, gorgeous. I’m not cut out to be an instructor.”
“You trained Ava.”
He nodded. “I did. She was a great student. But I’m not training you.”
His little redhead had quite the glare on her when she decided to crease those delicious lips into a displeased frown. He laughed because she was so darn cute, then stopped laughing abruptly when she put her lips against his.
He went absolutely still.
She kissed him, and his mouth felt like it had just reached heaven. My God, she was soft. Sweet. When that mouth was used for something other than sassing, it was a miracle surely blessed by angels.
He shut his eyes, hanging on for the ride. Didn’t dare pull her into his arms and make the most of it, because quite clearly she was sending a message, and oh, God, he wanted to receive this message in all its glory.
Somehow he regained consciousness when she pulled away, her big eyes gazing into his. His brain was mush; he couldn’t have pulled two thoughts together if his life depended upon it. There was nothing like an ambush to take away a guy’s upper hand.
He wanted to say something but he was transfixed, frozen in his seat. Cameron smiled at him, not shy at all, and Saint tried not to look like he was putty in her hands, which he was, damn it.
“Good night,” she said, getting out of the booth.
What the hell had that been about?
He watched her depart Redfeather’s, his gaze glued to her beautiful fanny, the fanny he’d spent hours staring at as it bounced in a saddle. His mouth dried out, his ears rang.
She was trying to get under his skin.
It was working.
USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 3 million books, making the USA Today, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook bestseller lists, and publishing over seventy titles. Her work has been contracted by Random House Loveswept, Samhain Publishing, Harlequin, London Bridge, and most recently Diversion Books. Leonard is known for her sparkling sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters that include sexy hunks with attitude and heroines with plenty of sass. Join her at www.tinaleonard.com
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