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NEW Cowboy, Bodyguard, City Girl Romance:  The Cowboy's City Girl by Emerson Rose.

9/20/2017

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He has sworn off city girls but this bodyguard may just have changed his mind!  
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Allison Green’s curves, her sass,
and her smile are making me rethink my “no city girl” rule
for the first time in five years.

Chapter One

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Ridge
She’s Going To Ruin My Day
My mom always taught me to listen to my gut. Today my gut said don’t open the front door, but I didn’t listen. I wish I had. 
When I swing the large wrought iron door open, a beautiful woman stands before me, mocha skin, tailored pink pantsuit, manicured nails, expensive handbag, stilettos, and a broad Crest white smile. 
 A city girl first thing in the morning, this is guaranteed to be a bad day. And even though she’s beautiful, I still fight the urge to roll my eyes and slam the door in her face when I greet her. 
“Can I help you?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Yes, please, good morning, I’m Allison Green, and I’m here to see Mr. Ash Pride. I have a nine o’clock meeting,” she says looking at me with curious eyes. I scan my mental schedule for Ash today. Nope, I don’t know anything about an appointment with Allison Green. 
“I’m sorry, I’m Mr. Pride’s assistant, and I don’t have you on the schedule for today.” 
Her smile falters and recovers right away when she sees someone walking up behind me. “Stella, it’s so good to see you again. I think I may have gotten the dates mixed up. Weren’t we supposed to do the photo shoot today?” she asks Stella, Ash’s very pregnant wife. She’s hurrying to the door trying to wiggle her foot into her shoe while she waddles. Stella’s been frazzled lately trying to study, getting ready for a new baby, and taking care of her five-year-old stepson, Cannon. 
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I’m late,” she says, her nervous eyes flicking back and forth between Ms. Green and me. “I got caught up with Cannon, and well you know, kids!” She throws up her hands and opens her eyes wide to drive home the point. “Come in, come in. Ash is waiting for you downstairs by the pool. Do you remember the way?” 
“Yes, of course, no problem. I’ll go on down, but could you send the crew when they arrive? They should only be a few minutes unloading,” she asks eying me again like she’s trying to place me. This is why I don’t like people with the media. They never forget a face. 
“Sure, I’ll show them the way.”
I listen to Ms. Green’s heels clicking on the marble floor of the foyer as she walks away. When she’s out of earshot, I look at Stella. “Are you going to explain to me what that’s all about?” 
She nervously places her hands on her belly. “Yes, Ridge, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to be waiting for her at nine o’clock so you wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”
“With any of what?” I ask arching one eyebrow. I don’t like being kept in the dark about things on Ash’s schedule, as I am the one who schedules everything, I thought.
She looks away avoiding direct eye contact, and I know I’m not going to like what I hear. “Allison is from Realm Magazine. It’s a subsidiary of People Magazine. They are doing a follow up on Ash’s Sexiest Man Alive story with a Sexiest Man Alive, One Year Later story. It must be a slow week for them,” she says with a nervous laugh. 
Reporters again. Great. Ash was voted Sexiest Man Alive last year, and I hid out for a month upstairs like Quasimoto to keep from being recognized while they were in and out of the house taking pictures and interviewing him. 
“That would have been good to know. Any reason I wasn’t warned?”
“Well, uh, yes, that would be my fault, too.” She picks at her fingernails the way she does when she’s in an uncomfortable situation. “I’m sorry, Ridge I’ve had so much on my plate lately, I don’t know why I agreed to handle this for Ash. I don’t think she recognized you, though, do you?” 
“She was looking at me pretty hard, but I can’t be sure.” 
Stella sighs. “I’ll join them and feel her out to see if she mentions you.”
“I’d appreciate that,” I say closing the door and walking away. I’m going back up to my office to wait until the vultures leave. 
Eight years ago, I left the Marines to be a bodyguard for the hottest pop singer in the world. I needed a change of pace, but I had no idea the pile of shit I was about to step into.  
Being a Marine taught me discipline, organization, and how to shoot a gun, but most of all it taught me about loyalty and morality. Pop princesses don’t know shit about loyalty or morality, or at least Livi Fox didn’t. Three years later, I ended up defending myself in one of the highest profile legal battles of the century with Ms. Fox.
‘Bodyguard Ridge Noble not so Noble’ was the headline splashed all over the gossip rags and newspapers including Realm Magazine when Livi accused me of sexual assault, harassment, and invasion of privacy. 
After six months in court, I won the lawsuit, but the damage to my reputation was done. I never once touched that girl inappropriately. In fact, I tried hard not to touch her at all. She was high on drugs and mentally unstable, and she didn’t know what was going on most of the time, all of which was proven during the trial. 
However, none of that mattered to the masses. For months, the world sided with their princess, and I was the big, bad bodyguard who abused her and got her hooked on drugs. I lived in the shadow of doubt, and with nothing left after I spent every last dime defending myself, I was forced to go home to Montana. I did the best I could to pick up the pieces of my life, but the media was relentless.
It felt like my life was over, but as it turned out, moving home was the best thing I could have done. Ash and I had been friends for years. We went to high school together, and when we bumped into each other at a sporting goods store, he mentioned he needed a personal assistant who knew a thing or two about security. He wanted someone to live and work at his ranch. It was the perfect job. I could stay in my home state, work for a man instead of an uptight city girl, use the skills I learned in the Marines, and do it all far away from the paparazzi and reporters in New York. 
That plan went along smoothly for three years until People Magazine decided my boss was the sexiest man alive. He wasn’t thrilled about the title either, but how do you say no thanks to that? 
The interview and photo shoot was a year ago. I stayed out of sight, and it went off without a hitch, until today.

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​MORE ABOUT THE COWBOY'S CITY GIRL 

​Ridge


After being falsely accused of a serious crime by an egocentric and vain city girl, I swore never to be involved with another one again. The high profile lawsuit of the world’s favorite pop star princess vs. her monstrous body guard ruined me financially and publicly. Nobody wants to hire an accused criminal to be their bodyguard, even if he was found not guilty of all charges.

I have not wavered from that decision for five years while living in Montana working as a personal assistant and head of security for billionaire rancher Ash Pride.
  
The past few years have been the best of my life. Secluding myself from the public and the media on Ash’s ranch was my saving grace… until a beautiful, sassy photojournalist showed up on Ash’s doorstep.

Allison Green’s curves, her sass, and her smile are making me rethink my “no city girl” rule for the first time in five years.

Can I risk being thrust back into the public eye?
 
Can I trust someone whose profession once ruined me?

Can this cowboy fall for a city girl? 

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I love summer, the smell of clean babies, lilacs and swimming. I'm a Midwestern mother of five, Mimi of two and owner of three fur babies. I spend my weekdays carpooling, writing romance and doing all of the things that mothers do. I write about intelligent women and the stubborn men who love them. I write about turmoil and conflict. I write about the most complex, convoluted emotion we as humans experience. I write about love.
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CHAPTER ONE

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Mr. Whoa, oh my God, superhumanly handsome yet familiar. 
Stella
I wanted to lie on the beach in the warm sand wearing the skimpiest bikini imaginable, with a margarita in one hand and a dirty book in the other. Instead, I’m on my way to The Cattle Industry Convention and Trade show. 
Shooting the shit with a bunch of people about cattle feed options and interfacing with other producers is as interesting to me as a cup full of mud. But this year my daddy isn’t feeling well so he can’t go, and my sister Charlotte is still off at college, and my little brother Jack Jr. is… well, let’s just say, he couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel. 
If I didn’t look so much like my daddy, I would swear on a stack of bibles that I was switched at birth. That’s how out of place I feel in my family, and not just in my family, in my life. 
Don’t get me wrong ranch life has been good to me, and I’ve never wanted for any material thing. I’ve always had a big roof over my head and food on the table but I’m thirty years old, and the itch to do something different is becoming unbearable.
I always felt there was something missing in my life, something integral that makes me, me. The trouble is, I have no idea what that is. But I do know what it isn’t, ranching and accounting, both things I do for my family. 
 Yet, here I am in Billings Montana, in a fancy ass hotel lobby, waiting for the key to my fancy ass room that I couldn’t care less about staying in. I need a cigarette like yesterday, and this damn hotel is entirely non-smoking... figures. I could also go for a drink, or six, after that two-hour turbulent filled flight I just endured. 
I sigh and fiddle with the handle on my suitcase, swaying back and forth, while the line moves at a snail’s pace. I decide to pass the time scoping out the men around me, even though ranch men have never done it for me, at all. 
I was always attracted to the wrong kind of men, the dishonest, cheating, selfish, self-centered, inconsiderate, arrogant, close-minded, hypocritical, unreliable, short tempered, immoral kind of men. The bad boys, the womanizers, the charmers, those are my ex-boyfriends.  
It’s like I’m a magnet, an asshole beacon in the night for jerks. They find me, lure me in, put on an incredible act, but they always end up showing their true self and amazingly, I’m always surprised. 
So, in the spirit of self-preservation, I have sworn off handsome, charming men for eternity, and I now look for ordinary average men who might consider themselves lucky to have a woman such as myself. 
My recent six-month dry spell is proof that this logic isn’t going well, but since I missed the day God handed out asshole radars, it’s all I’ve got. 
On my right, there is a pudgy rancher named Billy, with his wife and three kids, who are getting more and more annoying by the second. I know this rancher's name is Billy because he has it stitched, along with the name of his ranch, on his bright red button up shirt. God Ranchers turn me off. 
Billy’s wife catches my eye and gives me a weak smile and an apologetic shoulder shrug. She knows her kids are little shit heads even if Billy doesn’t. 
My eyes move to the revolving door where a man is entering holding the hand of a young boy, maybe four or five, who is in full-on meltdown mode. He’s screaming and yanking the man’s arm, forward and back violently. He'll be lucky if the kid doesn't dislocate his shoulder.
Everyone turns to stare because that’s what people do when a kid is hysterically screaming in a public place. I feel sorry for the poor guy, but he doesn’t seem flustered. In fact, he’s standing like a stone statue letting the boy yank his arm as if this kind of thing happens all the time and maybe it does. 
While Banshee boy continues his tantrum, I follow the man’s jerking arm up to his shoulder and then to his whoa, oh my God, superhumanly handsome, yet familiar face. 
I don’t get time to think about where I know him from when he begins to move through the gawking crowd with his screeching charge. I am last in line to check in, which means whoa, oh my God, superhumanly handsome, yet familiar guy and banshee boy are forced to take their place right behind me.
My need for a cigarette and a drink multiply ten fold listening to this small human freak out so close to me. After what is probably fifteen seconds that feels like fifteen minutes I turn around and squat down facing the little demon looking him straight in the eye. 
“You’re very noisy. You know that right?” I say, surprising him into a sudden silence. I feel dozens of sets of relieved eyes on my back. It’s funny to me that staring at a child when he's quiet is acceptable, but not when he’s losing his shit.
 Everyone in the lobby politely averted their eyes, some of them rolling, when these two showed up, but now, it’s all eyes on us. 
He nods. 
“Is there a reason you’re being so noisy?” I ask, and the man begins to say something. Without looking at him, I hold up my hand to keep him from interrupting me. I do this because he is devastatingly handsome, and if I look at him I’ll forget what I’m going to say.
“I don’t wanna be here,” he says. 
“No? Me either. Did your dad make you come?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Me too. I wanted a vacation on a beach, but my daddy said I had to come to this dumb thing instead. My name’s Stella, what’s yours?” 
“Cannon.” 
Cannon, that’s a cool ass name for a kid. I nod my head up and down. “I like that. It's cool. So, how about you stop screaming and we become friends instead? We can commiserate, you know what that means?” 
He shakes his head. 
“It means we can think this thing sucks together.”
A smile spreads across his face, and I realize for the first time what a beautiful child he is when he’s quiet, and his face isn’t all twisted up. He looks a lot like the man holding his hand, the one that I feel like I've met before. 
I hold out my hand to shake Cannon’s, but he launches himself into my arms almost knocking me off my feet. Thank god Mr. whoa, oh my god, superhumanly, handsome yet familiar grabbed my shoulders to steady me. 
With my guard down from the jolt, I look up at him, and my mouth falls open. We are so close I can smell him, and he smells like soap and musk and… crayons. He smells like a daddy, Cannon’s daddy? 
Suddenly the sound of clapping and hooting and whistling roars in my head, like a tilde wave, and I look around. 
Are these people really applauding my successful attempt to quiet Cannon? If they are that’s just plain rude as hell. 
I rip my eyes from Cannon’s daddy and turn to the crowd that is closing in on us fast. 
“Mr. Pride, could you sign my copy of People magazine?” “Mr. Pride how does it feel to be the sexiest man alive?” 
That’s why he looks familiar. Mr. Ashton Pride, the richest rancher in the U.S. and recently named People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. He is also known to be a major trouble-making playboy who refuses to settle down, so how is it that he’s here with a kid?
Cannon whimpers and burrows his face deep into my neck, squeezing me tight when the crowd converges upon us. “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” I say into his hair, and Mr. Pride’s big warm hands slide off of my shoulders down to my arms to guide me up.
Cannon is clinging to my body like a baby monkey when I feel one hand disappear from my arm and reappear around my waist guiding me out of the lobby.
“Wait, I don’t know…” 
“Quiet,” he says, and my body stiffens.
“Daddy’s mad,” Cannon murmurs into my hair. So this is Cannon’s daddy. 
Leaning in way too close for my comfort, he tells Cannon, “I’m getting us out of here before we get trampled,” 
“Cuz a dat magazine?” 
“Yeah Buddy, because of that magazine.” He kisses the side of Cannon’s head, and my knees wobble under me.
Mr. whoa, oh my god, superhumanly handsome, yet familiar is also, Mr. sweet, loving, protective daddy. 
Well, there goes any hope of him being attracted to me, not that I have had time to hope, but yeah I sort of did. He can’t be all of those good things and a total douche bag, which is the only kind of man I attract. 
But, I hadn’t attracted him, had I? No, it was his son who I felt compelled to talk to, not his hot daddy. And in all honesty, I gotta say, his son was acting outwardly like most men who are attracted to me when they show their true colors. Not that I’m calling Cannon a douche bag. He’s just a little kid with plenty of time to learn how to be like his daddy, but who am I to say no to meeting a great guy via a glitch in the universe’s code? 
“This way,” he says guiding me toward a door next to the front desk that says ‘Employees Only.
“Um, I don’t think we’re supposed to…” 
“Shush, keep moving,” he says, herding me like he probably herds his fucking cattle. I stop moving, but I don’t actually stop moving, he is stronger than I am, pushy and he’s turning out to be a bit of a bully. 
Now I see why he’s attracted to me. He’s an asshole, and I’m an asshole magnet. Now it's all making sense.

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MORE ABOUT THE COWBOY'S NANNY

Ash Pride

Being branded the sexiest man alive is a curse. The day People Magazine gave me that title and plastered me on every newsstand in the country was the day my life got complicated.

Finding a nanny is hard enough when your four-year-old son is a prankster, who lives to torture his nanny. But now every applicant wants to sleep with me, and I don’t do the nanny.

It’s my only rule, and I never break it.

Until now.

Until Stella.

Stella Deardon

The Cattle Industry Convention and Trade show was supposed to be boring. That was before sexy billionaire rancher Ash Pride tried to rope me into being his son’s nanny.

I’m no Mary Poppins; I don’t know the first thing about kids, and I already have a job on my family’s ranch. 

But Ash Pride doesn’t take no for an answer, and when he looks at me with his sensual, dark eyes, I’m not sure how long I can keep turning him down.

**This is a full length, stand-alone romance with a happily ever after and no cliffhanger**



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I love summer, the smell of clean babies, lilacs and swimming. I'm a Midwestern mother of five, Mimi of two and owner of three fur babies. I spend my weekdays carpooling, writing romance and doing all of the things that mothers do. I write about intelligent women and the stubborn men who love them. I write about turmoil and conflict. I write about the most complex, convoluted emotion we as humans experience. I write about love.
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