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!”

     ​He chuckled.

     ​S​he 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.
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