Steele Ranch Series EBOOK Bundle

From Spurred:

Oh. My. God.

This was insane! Where had my perfectly unexciting life gone?
How had it become this crazy, in just a month? The list of changes was long.

Inherited a ranch from a father I’d never known existed.
Check.

Inherited four half-sisters to add to the one I already had.
Check.

Traveled halfway across the country. Never done that. Check.

When I’d first received a certified letter from a lawyer in
Montana, I’d been stunned by what it revealed. When I spoke with him on the
phone, I’d been reassured. And coming here, I’d been excited.

But now?

Sitting in a huge-ass pickup truck with two unbelievably
handsome men, I was beyond freaked. They must have pheromone cologne or
something because the second I laid eyes on Cord Connolly in the baggage claim,
my had heart stopped. Yeah, he’d scared me for a moment, but I’d never seen a
guy so virile, so rugged. I’d heard about that feeling, the one where your
heart lurches, your palms get sweaty and your brain literally stops functioning
in front of a guy.

It had never happened to me. Ever. Until now.

Cord Connolly had made my brain go haywire, my nipples go
hard and my panties get damp all between one breath and the next.

He was big. God, I’d blurted that out and made a fool of
myself. As if Cord didn’t know he was super-sized. A football linebacker, but
without the excess flab. An Australian rugby player. That was it. I’d seen a
game on satellite TV once and those guys were big. Dense. Solid. Mouthwatering.

Those athletes hit every single one of my hot buttons, and
so did Cord Connolly. Even some I’d never even known I had.

Cord was no Australian. No, he was all flipping Montana cowboy. From his big five-gallon hat to the
tips of his tough leather boots. Yet he was a gentleman, too.

Except for the way he looked at me. That wasn’t gentlemanly at all. And for some strange reason, I was
perfectly fine with that. I wanted him to look at me with dirty thoughts
floating around in that gorgeous head of his.

Because I was having very dirty thoughts about him, too.

From Spurred:

The curse slipped out at the sight of her. There was no
other word for it. She was too gorgeous and I was too screwed.
I’d hoped the pictures I’d seen of her had been wrong. That her hair wasn’t a
fiery shade of red. That the curl in it wouldn’t get wrapped around my fingers
when I held her in place for kisses. That she didn’t have a spray of freckles
across her nose. Or full breasts, rounded hips. Gorgeous, ripe ass.

No, one look at the pictures my lead investigator had
emailed and I’d gone hard as a rock. She was perfect. And when I’d shown them
to Riley, he’d nodded in agreement. No words had been needed.

And now, with her standing before me in her floral sundress,
her shoulders bare except for two thin, little straps holding it all up, I was
completely and totally fucked.

Because she was mine. Mine and Riley’s. This woman, the
first Steele daughter to be found and come to Montana, was well and truly
claimed. She just didn’t know it yet. And all I’d said to her was “fuck.”