HOTEL RODEO Series by Victoria Vane
Hotel Rodeo in Las Vegas has seen better days, but managing partner Ty Morgan
has come up with a way to return it to its former glory. His plan looks
promising until the unthinkable happens. Suddenly Ty is working for the boss’s
daughter. And Miss Monica Brandt, hot as she may be, doesn’t share his vision…
left a fabulous career and a frustrated fiancé in New York to move to Vegas and
save her father’s investment. But now Monica is locking horns with a sexy
cowboy-turned-businessman. What does Ty think he can do that she can’t? All
Monica knows is that she doesn’t dare trust him—or is it herself she doesn’t
Ty Morgan jammed the elevator button three times with his thumb, and then noticing he was alone, gave the steel door a solid kick with his boot. And then another just for good measure, curses flowing in a steady stream. He didn’t normally have such a short fuse, but he was so pissed he was seeing red. With Tom’s forced retirement, he knew there’d be changes, but this was just too damned much! The new boss was both clueless and color blind—to anything but red and black.
Sure the place wasn’t doing as well as expected, but all of Vegas was still feeling the pain of economic recession. These things didn’t fix themselves overnight. On top of that, the timing of everything had sucked, but with so much skin in the game, he and Tom would both lose their asses if they didn’t let it ride. Tom had understood that—even though he’d had the most at risk. But now Tom was out of the picture and his choice of replacement didn’t know her ass from a hole in the wall.
A dull throb had begun behind Monica’s eyes, no doubt a lingering side-effect of two weeks of sleepless nights camped outside the CCU at Desert Springs Medical Center. In desperation to ward off an imminent migraine, Monica snatched her Prada purse from the desk drawer and rummaged for an elusive bottle of Excedrin. She finally found the bottle and popped four, chasing them with the tepid dregs of a Starbucks triple espresso, not that she really needed the caffeine. She was already wired for a confrontation.
She flicked a glance at her diamond bezel Tag Aqua racer—her last birthday present to herself. The watch, the bag and even her Jimmy Choos, were all well-recognized power statements in New York, not that he’d know the difference. And he was now fifteen minutes late. She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again, sounding her impatience in the staccato tap of a stiletto heel. Monica snatched up her phone, was about to hit redial and then threw it back down again.
She inhaled, counted to ten, and then exhaled with a huff of exasperation. Was this just some passive-aggressive strategy to unsettle her? Maybe. But then again, she was probably giving Ty Morgan way too much credit—the dumb cowboy probably didn’t know how to tell time.
having a hot and heavy affair with the boss’s daughter wasn’t the smartest
move. But country boy Ty Morgan didn’t regret a moment with city girl Monica
Brandt…until she left Las Vegas to return to her life in New York. When
devastating news sends her running back, Ty can’t help but open his arms.
His heart, however, is another matter.
A CITY GIRLNow
that Ty has what he’s always wanted—controlling interest in Hotel Rodeo—Monica
is certain their time together is at an end. Then Ty asks her to come on
board as a partner. Maybe it’s just her money he needs, but the chance to
stick close to the sexy wrangler sure could make work a whole lot more
READY TO TANGOTheir
partnership doesn’t come without a heap of problems. The two can’t agree on
anything—except their iron-hot attraction. As the hotel’s Grand Opening
approaches, the truth is all too clear: Ty and Monica must find a way to mix
business with pleasure if they have any shot at dancing off into the sunset
“I’m not going to be a silent partner, Ty.”
“Didn’t expect you to be.”
“If you want me you’re going to have to give me equal say.”
“How can I do that when I’m talking bulls and you’re going off about Flamenco dancers?”
“You just illustrated my entire point!” she said. “If we’re going to work together you have to let me be a part of this. Partnerships require common goals and like minds. How can this work when we have none of that?”
Ty perched on the desk with a frown. “One little stumble and you’re already getting cold feet? We can work through this if we try, Monica. And I’m willing to compromise—to a point. You just gotta understand that this whole thing was my vision. My idea. My dream. I can’t let you or anyone else take that away.”
“I’m not trying to take it away from you. I just want it to succeed. We’re talking about a huge investment. Look, Ty, I came in here with an open mind, but I can’t take the back seat and neither can you. Do you see now how incompatible we are? And why I’ve said we could never work.”
“I thought you had more grit than that.”
“That’s not it! I wanted this to work. I really did, but we just don’t have enough common ground. I admit the chemistry between us is incredible, but we burn too hot.”
“You’re right about that part,” he broke into a dark chuckle. “We’ve been playing with gun powder from the get go. But there’s something you need to understand about gunpowder, Monica. Although it’s highly combustible, it’s also what makes fireworks. So only two things can happen here—we’re either gonna blow like a stick of dynamite or we’re gonna make some major fucking pyrotechnics…Don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m banking on the fireworks.”
Beauty Wants A Baby
bull breeder and former Texas beauty queen Delaney McCall was having a heck of
a time finding a daddy for the baby she craved. A failed marriage left her with
no desire for another husband, but finding the right stud to satisfy her needs
presents a bigger problem that she could have imagined.
The Bullrider Wants Beauty
hanging up his spurs, bull rider Zac McDaniel wants nothing more than to
fulfill Delaney’s dream of having a family. After all, his best friend’s ex has
been his fantasy for years. Zac, however, has no desire to be seen as just a
means to an end. And when Zac insists on doing things the “old
fashioned” way, their passion explodes like a bull out of the chute…
Bucking Is Bound To Happen
insisting it’s all just a passing fancy, the more Delaney sees the softer side
of the rough and tumble cowboy, the harder it is to keep her emotions
corralled. Zac, meanwhile, is more determined than ever to prove he’s what she
really needs, and will do whatever it takes to tear down the mile high fence
around her heart…
He leaned back on the breakfast bar, taunting her with a cocked brow. “Running away?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I think you’re afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” she asked.
“I think you’re attracted to me and it scares the shit out of you.”
“Last night I said you were attractive, Zac. I didn’t say I was attracted to you. There’s a difference.”
“No, there isn’t. You’re splitting hairs.”
She gave a snort. “Do you really think you’re that irresistible? Your ego is as big as Ty’s.”
“C’mere.” He jerked his head in a beckoning motion.
“What for?” she asked warily.
“I think it’s time for a little test. We can end this whole debate here and now.”
“What kinda test?”
“The kiss test,” he said. “It’s real simple. I’m gonna kiss you. If you can stand there and do absolutely nothing, you win and I lose.”
“What’s the point?” she asked.
“Sexual compatibility,” he said. “If we kiss and I don’t do it for you, I’ll drop any ideas of sex with you and submit to the test tube.”
“That simple?” she said. “You’ll donate your sperm if I let you kiss me?”
“As long as you don’t respond. That means no sounds. No kissing back. No touching.”
“Just one kiss?” she said.
“How long a kiss?” she asked.
“A standard breath hold,” he replied.
He held out his bare arms. “Nothing up my sleeve.”
Slapping his wet shirt down on the counter, she upturned her face. “Okay, Zac. I’ll let you kiss me.”
Now that the moment had come, Zac’s heart hammered against his breastbone. He’d never been nervous about a kiss, but then again, a kiss had never meant all that much to him. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like kissing. It was a pleasant enough pastime, but mostly it just served as an appetizer to the main course. He suddenly realized he didn’t know if he was a good kisser or not. He’d never had to try all that hard. Most of the women he’d been with were already primed for a tumble well before the first lip lock. He’d never suffered a crisis of confidence with any woman, but this wasn’t just any woman—it was Delaney McCall, the woman he hoped to spend the rest of his life with.
author of smart and sexy romance. Her collective works of fiction range from
historical to contemporary settings and include everything from wild comedic
romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria is the founder of the
Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers
book review blogs.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl