Book One in the Scavenger Hunt Series.
Josephine doesn’t particularly want to go on a scavenger hunt for a cowboy but when her friends deliver their
ultimatum: seduce a cowboy or spend the next two weeks on a remote island—a career killer for this over-achieving
young businesswoman, she caves. She quickly discovers Levi isn’t just any cowboy. He takes her places she never
expected to go, and that scares her.
Levi has never met anyone like Josie. She’s Dallas culture and he’s Ft. Worth country. When she sneaks away in the
middle of the night leaving some crumpled bills, he knows if it’s the last thing he ever does, he’ll find his Josie, and then
he’ll explain the difference between business and pleasure.
The solid wall stopped her forward movement. Off balance, she stumbled. Strong arms caught her and
pulled her against a solid chest. Startled, her gaze jerked up. “I’m terribly sorry—” her words trailed off.
The cowboy had the most intense green eyes she’d ever seen. They drew her in and wouldn’t release her.
She finally managed to tear her gaze away but her eyes only strayed to his nose and the slight crook, as
though he might have broken it at one time, and then to his devilishly sexy smile.
“You okay?” His deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.
The cologne he wore wafted around her, blocking the scent of the rodeo grounds. He was leather and
spice. She drew in a deeper breath as she tried to capture his essence.
Okay? Oh, yeah, she was better than okay.
Realization that she was plastered against a stranger suddenly dawned on her. She wiggled away from
him, taking a step back. She immediately felt the oozing squish. “Oh, yuck!”
She glared at him. “It’s not funny.”
“You’re right.” He sobered but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement.
She stepped out of the mess. “Now what am I going to do?” She wrinkled her nose.
“Here, let me help.” He stepped forward and grabbed her by the waist, then lifted her high in the air, setting
her on top of the black horse that was behind him.
She clung to the saddle horn with one hand and the back rim with the other. “How is thrusting me on top of
this beast going to help?” she gasped. Trembles of fear started at her shoulders and swept down her body.
“Thunder doesn’t mind you being on him. He’s probably the gentlest horse here.”
“Yet, you call him Thunder?”
He grinned and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.