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Six Guns & Six Strings
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Six Guns & Six Strings
COWBOY Rosie's Promise by Selena Kitt
Rosie's Promise by Selena Kitt
About the Author
COWBOY - Deputy's Brideby Anita Philmar
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
COWBOY - Billionaires' Indulgence Book 1 by Scarlett Avery
1. Allison
2. Allison
3. Allison
4. Jake
5. Hunter
6. Allison
7. Jake
8. Allison
9. Jake
10. Allison
About the Author
COWBOY - Cowboy Boots and Handcuffs by Gina Kincade & Kiki Howell
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
About the Author
ROCKSTAR Meeting Trouble by Emme Rollins
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
ROCKSTAR - Sex, Lies and Bondage Tape by Saskia Walker
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
ROCKSTAR Bluebeard by Selena Kitt
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
About the Author
ROCKSTAR - His Fertile Groupie by Candy Quinn
His Fertile Groupie by Candy Quinn
About the Author
ROCKSTAR - In the Shadow of The Riot by Delores Swallows
In the Shadow of The Riot by Delores Swallows
About the Author
ROCKSTAR - Rock Candy by Daizie Draper
1. Alexa – 1 Burning Marshmallow
2. Danny – 2 Tickets to Hell
3. Alexa – 3 Ways to Piss Off
4. Danny – 4 Little Atomic Bombs
5. Alexa – 5 Raunchy Bedtime Dreams
6. Danny – 6 minutes to Dead
7. Alexa – 7 Silent Prayers
8. Danny – 8 Hard Lessons
9. Alexa – 9 Major Freakouts
10. Danny – 10 Props for a Brat
11. Alexa – 11 Minutes in Heaven
12. Danny – 1 Empty Words
13. Alexa – 13 Songs of Misery
14. Danny – 14 Steamy-as-Hell Kisses
15. Alexa – 15 Roads to Doom
16. Danny – 16 Stages of Lust
17. Alexa – 17 Cops and No Candy
About the Author
ROCKSTAR Rough by Minx Hardbringer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
About the Author
ROCKSTAR The Fan by Toni Kenyon
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
ROCKSTAR - Howl for Me by Fel Fern
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
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COWBOY Rosie's Promise by Selena Kitt
Rosie's Promise by Selena Kitt
“Rosie! That damned cow isn’t going to milk itself.”
I wish it would. I sat at the top of the stairs and braided my long brown hair into two, even plaits. The sun hadn’t even come up yet, and the rooster had been crowing for near half an hour.
“Comin’, Daddy.” I made my voice as light and easy as I could. Tread lightly, Rosie-girl. That’s what Billy Ray had told me, and that’s what I intended to do. There was no sense starting a row on today of all days, considering what I wanted to tell them.
“I invited that nice preacher, Preacher Harris, to supper on Sunday after church.” Mama’s voice carried up the stairs and I stopped, mid-braid, my belly tightening. “His wife’s visiting relatives up north, and I know that poor man and his boy couldn’t cook their way out of a paper bag.”
“Now, May…” Daddy snorted. “I reckon they’d do all right by themselves.”
“Ha!” Mama laughed. “You wouldn’t last two days without my cooking.”
I knew my daddy replied, but I didn’t listen to the rest. Mama’s words meant one thing to me. Billy Ray’s comin’ on Sunday. The thought sent a hot jolt down my spine and into my pelvis, straightening me bolt upright on the stairs. I grabbed my book—To Kill a Mockingbird—and tucked it deep into the back pocket of my overalls.
“Mornin’, Mama.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek, swinging into my chair at the table next to my father. “Sorry I’m late, Daddy.”
“I bee
n out and in already.” He raised an eyebrow and looked over the rim of his coffee cup at me. “Up readin’ ’til all hours of the night again, weren’t ya, missy?”
I flushed, flipping a braid over my shoulder and reaching for a blueberry muffin. “Not so late.”
“I noticed the light on at midnight up there when I passed by to the bathroom.” Mama put a plate of eggs and sausage in front of me.
I bit my lip. Which was worse, reading until midnight, or falling asleep with the light on? With a wince, I opted for the latter. “I’m sorry, I forgot to turn the light off.”
“Gonna ruin your eyes, girl.” Mama shook her head, pouring juice.
“Cows and chickens.” Daddy downed the rest of his coffee and stood. “Them stalls need mucking, and then come out and help me on the back forty. I got a fence to repair you can help with.”
“Canning this afternoon, John,” Mama reminded him, pointing to the rows of mason jars on the counter. “I’ll need her help.”
“Fine.” He shrugged.
I glanced at my mother, but her back was to me now, running water over the pans. “I wanted to ask you both something…” Daddy didn’t stop shoving his feet into his boots, and I knew I was going to have to talk fast. “I applied to the University of South Carolina, and they offered me a scholarship.”
Daddy’s hat stopped midway to his head, and Mama dropped her dish towel on the floor. I swallowed hard and went on, all in a rush. “It won’t cost us nothin’, and since they opened one up in Lancaster, I can take the bus from town. It will only be a few hours a day, Daddy. I can get up early to milk the cows and do the chickens.” I ignored the doubtful look on his face. “I’ll be studying to be a teacher, like I always wanted.” Breathless, I stopped, my eyes skipping between them. Never mind telling them about having to transfer to USC proper after two years. We’d cross that bridge when we came to it.
So much for treading lightly, Rosie-girl. Billy Ray’s voice in my head made me wince. No one said anything. Daddy just looked at Mama, and Mama just looked at Daddy and I traced the violets on the tablecloth.
“We’ll talk about it—your mama and I.” Daddy’s hat found its way to his head and he gave me a curt nod before disappearing out the door.
“He’s mad.” I sighed, reaching for my own boots. “I knew he was gonna be mad.”
Mama picked up her dish towel, wringing it in her hands. “Not mad. Surprised, I’d say.”
“Mad.” I said it again, yanking my boots on. I turned my eyes up to Mama’s face and saw the worry there. “Are you mad, Mama?”
“Not mad.” Mama’s mouth crinkled at the corners when she frowned, her blue eyes, very like my own, blinking rapidly. “Just…surprised. We didn’t even know you applied.”
“I was afraid to tell you,” I admitted, saying the words to the door as I pulled it open.
“Your breakfast,” Mama called as I leapt down the front porch steps.
“I’m not hungry.”
I was really running late. The sun was going to be coming up over the fields soon and Elsie and Clara, our two Holsteins, would be bursting at the seams. I would have to milk first and collect eggs from the henhouse after.
Both cows lowed in protest when I opened the barn door and hurried toward their stalls. “I wish Daddy would buy an automatic milking machine.” I peeked over to see Clara rolling her eyes.
“Don’t need one, when I’ve got you, eh, Rosie?”
I whirled to see my father standing silhouetted at the barn doors. “Daddy! You scared me.”
“Sorry ’bout that.” He sucked on a bit of sweet grass, shoving his hands into his overall pockets. “Didn’t mean to.”
I faced him as he came into the barn, kind of edging toward the stall where Elsie still protested to be milked. “She’s mad at me too.”
Daddy tipped his hat back and frowned at me. “I ain’t mad, girl.”
I shrugged, turning toward the cows. “Gotta get my chores done.”
He didn’t say anything else as I slipped into the stall, putting down the milking stool and situating myself. Elsie was one unhappy cow, rocking back and forth, clearly uncomfortably full.
“Sorry, girl.” I put my hands high on her soft teats and pulled downward.
“I never wished you was a boy.” Daddy’s voice stopped me mid-squeeze and I looked up to see him peering over the stall at me. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you, Rose.” He called me Rose. “And you’ve always been so willing to help out…”
“I don’t mind it.” I continued milking when Elsie lowed again and shifted her weight. “I’ve never minded, Daddy.”
“I know you ain’t no boy.” He cleared his throat. “And I know you don’t want the same things boys want. I don’t quite understand girls, but I know they’re different.” I hid my smile and turned back to milking as he went on. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is…if you want to do this whole college thing…” I lifted my head, eyes wide, breath caught. “Well, I guess I’m sayin’ yes.”
“Daddy!” Poor Elsie. I squeezed her so hard she kicked the back of the stall. Upturning the stool as I stood, I didn’t even open the stall door. I just jumped up and threw my arms around his neck. “Thank you. You’ll be so proud of me, I promise…”
He gave me a little squeeze before pulling my arms from around his neck. “Get back to that cow before she explodes, would you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I could barely sit back on the stool, I was trembling so hard. After all his talk about putting on airs and “book-learnin’”, I hadn’t expected him to come to such a fast decision. I’d been out of high school two years and the thought of spending the rest of my life doing nothing but farm work made me crazy. I just had to do something else. Daddy and Mama held a lot of our little church’s old-fashioned beliefs about women and farm life, although they weren’t quite as bad as the preacher. I thought there might be a chance for them to approve of me doing something different, but still, even when I was filling out the applications and sending them in, I never really believed… I’m going to college.
“And, Rosie?” Daddy tipped his hat back on. “I always was proud of ya.”
With that, he was gone, out of the barn and back to the fields. My eyes filled with tears that were determined to spill down my cheeks, and I wiped at them with milky hands.
* * *
I didn’t have to try to explain why I got all dressed up, because we were already going to church. I think Mama noticed the extra special attention I started giving to the mirror on Sundays when the new preacher came to town in March, but Daddy was clueless. The preacher’s family always sat in the front row, so most of the service I stared dreamily at the back of Billy Ray’s dark head. Sometimes, during the hymns, he would kind of turn to peek at me—our family always sat in the same pew—and if he thought no one was looking, he’d give me a wink.
Today it was just Billy Ray and his little sister, Lottie, since his mama was out of town. He kept smiling at me during the hymn. I knew I should have been thinking about God, but every time we sang “How great thou art, then sings my soul”, my soul wanted to sing for Billy Ray. Somehow I just didn’t think God would mind.
When the service was over, I followed Mama and heard Preacher Harris say, “We’re looking forward to supper, May.” I smiled at him as we passed and managed to steal a glance at Billy Ray. He was holding his little sister’s hand and looking at me for all the world like he wanted to eat me up. I smoothed my yellow sundress with sweaty palms and tried not to look like I wanted him to.
Daddy sang Johnny Cash tunes all the way home, with the radio in the truck turned up so loud no one could scarce think, let alone talk, but that was all right—I didn’t want to think or talk. I just wanted to feel that humming ball of excitement in my belly when I thought about Billy Ray coming to visit in a few hours. I didn’t know how I was gonna make it through the waiting, but Mama helped me out with that. Between peeling potatoes and setting the table and all the rest of the things she had me
doing, I was busier than a pond full of frogs in May. I couldn’t believe it when I heard Lottie squealing on the porch as Harley jumped up, with true canine Southern hospitality, and licked her face until she fell over laughing.
Daddy, coming in from the barn, was shaking Preacher Harris’s hand on the lawn. Everybody had changed out of their Sunday clothes but me and Mama—she had an apron on over her navy dress with the white polka dots. I peeked out onto the porch to see little Lottie sitting on the steps with her arms around Harley’s shaggy red neck. His tongue was lolling out and he looked happier than a hog in slop.
“Hey, Rosie.” My heart skipped at the sound of Billy Ray’s voice as he came up the porch steps, tipping his hat back on his head. “You look pretty.”
“Thanks.” I glanced back to see if Mama had heard, but she was stirring lemonade in a big glass pitcher. “Harley’s sure happy to see Lottie.”
He chuckled, glancing back at them. “I think it’s mutual.”
“Howdy, Rosie.” Preacher Harris reached around his son and pulled open the screen door we were talking through. “Isn’t it a fine Sunday?”
