Claim Me, Cowboy
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Wanted: fake fiancée for a wealthy rancher
Benefits: all your dreams come true
#1 Rule: don’t fall in love
The woman on his doorstep is brash, independent and holding a baby! His father won’t approve, which makes her perfect for Joshua Grayson’s scheme. He’ll pretend he’s marrying unsuitable Danielle Kelly to keep his father from meddling. He won’t be tempted to touch her, to claim her...or to fall in love.
She was supposed to be flirtatious.
To play the part of the moneygrubbing tart with loose morals he needed her to be, that his family would expect her to be. But right now she was shocked into immobility.
He moved his hands then, sliding them around the back of her neck, down between her shoulder blades, along the line of her spine until his hands spanned her waist. She arched, wishing she could press her body against his. Wishing she could do something to close the distance between them. Because he was still sitting in his chair and she in hers.
He pulled away, and she followed him, leaning into him with an almost humiliating desperation, wanting to taste him again. To be kissed again. By Joshua Grayson, the man she was committing an insane kind of fraud with. The man who had hired her to play the part of his pretend fiancée.
“That will do,” he said, lifting his hand and squeezing her chin gently, those blue eyes glinting with a sharpness that cut straight to her soul. “Yes, Ms. Kelly, that will do quite nicely.”
* * *
Claim Me, Cowboy is part of the Copper Ridge series from New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates
Dear Reader,
I read a news story about a man who decided to find his son a wife by placing an ad for him in the paper. And of course, I thought, there’s a book in that.
It turned out there wasn’t just one book in that, but a few.
This particular story starts off with an ad placed by a well-meaning and meddling father. Joshua Grayson’s father thinks his son would be happier if he had a wife. Joshua disagrees. And so he places a counter ad of his own, looking for an unsuitable woman to pose as his prospective fiancée, in order to teach his dad a lesson.
But what he gets is a whole lot more than he bargained for.
Love can come from the most unexpected places, and Danielle Kelly and the baby she brings along with her to Joshua’s house are definitely unexpected. Definitely unsuitable.
And undoubtedly everything the confirmed bachelor needs.
This book is proof that story inspiration can come from a variety of places. I had fun writing it, and I hope you enjoy it, too.
Happy reading!
Maisey
Maisey Yates
Claim Me, Cowboy
Maisey Yates is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isn’t writing, she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: maiseyyates.com.
Books by Maisey Yates
Harlequin Desire
Copper Ridge
Take Me, Cowboy
Hold Me, Cowboy
Seduce Me, Cowboy
Claim Me, Cowboy
Texas Cattleman’s Club: The Impostor
The Rancher’s Baby
HQN Books
Copper Ridge
Shoulda Been a Cowboy
Part Time Cowboy
Brokedown Cowboy
Bad News Cowboy
A Copper Ridge Christmas
Take Me, Cowboy
One Night Charmer
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Excerpt from His Best Friend’s Sister by Sarah M. Anderson
November 1, 2017
LOOKING FOR A WIFE—
Wealthy bachelor, 34, looking for a wife. Never married, no children. Needs a partner who can attend business and social events around the world. Must be willing to move to Copper Ridge, Oregon. Perks include: travel, an allowance, residence in several multimillion-dollar homes.
November 5, 2017
LOOKING FOR AN UNSUITABLE WIFE—
Wealthy bachelor, 34, irritated, looking for a woman to pretend to be my fiancée in order to teach my meddling father a lesson. Need a partner who is rough around the edges. Must be willing to come to Copper Ridge, Oregon, for at least thirty days. Generous compensation provided.
One
“No. You do not need to send pics.”
Joshua Grayson looked out the window of his office and did not feel the kind of calm he ought to feel.
He’d moved back to Copper Ridge six months ago from Seattle, happily trading in a man-made, rectangular skyline for the natural curve of the mountains.
Not the best thing for an architect to feel, perhaps. But he spent his working hours dealing in design, in business. Numbers. Black, white and the bottom line. There was something about looking out at the mountains that restarted him.
That, and getting on the back of a horse. Riding from one end of the property to the other. The wind blocking out every other sound except hoofbeats on the earth.
Right now, he doubted anything would decrease the tension he was feeling from dealing with the fallout of his father’s ridiculous ad. Another attempt by the old man to make Joshua live the life his father wanted him to.
The only kind of life his father considered successful: a wife, children.
He couldn’t understand why Joshua didn’t want the same.
No. That kind of life was for another man, one with another past and another future. It was not for Joshua. And that was why he was going to teach his father a lesson.
But not with Brindy, who wanted to send him selfies with “no filter.”
The sound she made in response to his refusal was so petulant he almost laughed.
“But your ad said...”
“That,” he said, “was not my ad. Goodbye.”
He wasn’t responsible for the ad in a national paper asking for a wife, till death do them part. But an unsuitable, temporary wife? Yes. That had been his ad.
He was done with his father’s machinations. No matter how well-meaning they were. He was tired of tripping over daughters of “old friends” at family gatherings. Tired of dodging women who had been set on him like hounds at a fox hunt.
He was going to win the game. Once and for all. And the woman he hoped would be his trump card was on her way.
His first respondent to his counter ad—Danielle Kelly—was twenty-two, which suited his purposes nicely. His dad would think she was too young, and frankly, Joshua also thought she was too
young. He didn’t get off on that kind of thing.
He understood why some men did. A tight body was hot. But in his experience, the younger the woman, the less in touch with her sensuality she was and he didn’t have the patience for that.
He didn’t have the patience for this either, but here he was. The sooner he got this farce over with, the sooner he could go back to his real life.
The doorbell rang and he stood up behind his desk. She was here. And she was—he checked his watch—late.
A half smile curved his lips.
Perfect.
He took the stairs two at a time. He was impatient to meet his temporary bride. Impatient to get this plan started so it could end.
He strode across the entryway and jerked the door open. And froze.
The woman standing on his porch was small. And young, just as he’d expected, but... She wore no makeup, which made her look like a damned teenager. Her features were fine and pointed; her dark brown hair hung lank beneath a ragged beanie that looked like it was in the process of unraveling while it sat on her head.
He didn’t bother to linger over the rest of the details—her threadbare sweater with too-long sleeves, her tragic skinny jeans—because he was stopped, immobilized really, by the tiny bundle in her arms.
A baby.
His prospective bride had come with a baby.
Well, hell.
* * *
She really hoped he wasn’t a serial killer. Well, hoped was an anemic word for what she was feeling. Particularly considering the possibility was a valid concern.
What idiot put an ad in the paper looking for a temporary wife?
Though, she supposed the bigger question was: What idiot responded to an ad in the paper looking for a temporary wife?
This idiot, apparently.
It took Danielle a moment to realize she was staring directly at the center of a broad, muscular male chest. She had to raise her head slightly to see his face. He was just so...tall. And handsome.
And she was confused.
She hadn’t imagined that a man who put an ad in the paper for a fake fiancée might be attractive. Another anemic word. Attractive. This man wasn’t simply attractive...
He was... Well, he was unreal.
Broad shouldered, muscular, with stubble on his square jaw adding a roughness to features that might have otherwise been considered pretty.
“Please don’t tell me you’re Danielle Kelly,” he said, crossing his arms over that previously noted broad chest.
“I am. Were you expecting someone else? Of course, I suppose you could be. I bet I’m not the only person who responded to your ad, strange though it was. The mention of compensation was pretty tempting. Although, I might point out that in the future maybe you should space your appointments further apart.”
“You have a baby,” he said, stating the obvious.
Danielle looked down at the bundle in her arms. “Yes.”
“You didn’t mention that in our email correspondence.”
“Of course not. I thought it would make it too easy for you to turn me away.”
He laughed, somewhat reluctantly, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Well, you’re right about that.”
“But now I’m here. And I don’t have the gas money to get back home. Also, you said you wanted unsuitable.” She spread one arm wide, keeping Riley clutched firmly in her other arm. “I would say that I’m pretty unsuitable.”
She could imagine the picture she made. Her hideous, patchwork car parked in the background. Maroon with lighter patches of red and a door that was green, since it had been replaced after some accident that had happened before the car had come into her possession. Then there was her. In all her faded glory. She was hungry, and she knew she’d lost a lot of weight over the past few weeks, which had taken her frame from slim to downright pointy. The circles under her eyes were so dark she almost looked like she’d been punched.
She considered the baby a perfect accessory. She had that new baby sallowness they never told you about when they talked about the miracle of life.
She curled her toes inside her boots, one of them going through a hole at the end of her sock. She frowned. “Anyway, I figured I presented a pretty poor picture of a fiancée for a businessman such as yourself. Don’t you agree?”
The corners of his lips tightened further. “The baby.”
“Yes?”
“You expect it to live here?”
She made an exasperated noise. “No. I expect him to live in the car while I party it up in your fancy-pants house.”
“A baby wasn’t part of the deal.”
“What do you care? Your email said it’s only through Christmas. Can you imagine telling your father that you’ve elected to marry Portland hipster trash and she comes with a baby? I mean, it’s going to be incredibly awkward, but ultimately kind of funny.”
“Come in,” he said, his expression no less taciturn as he stood to the side and allowed her entry into his magnificent home.
She clutched Riley even more tightly to her chest as she wandered inside, looking up at the high ceiling, the incredible floor-to-ceiling windows that offered an unparalleled mountain view. As cities went, Portland was all right. The air was pretty clean, and once you got away from the high-rise buildings, you could see past the iron and steel to the nature beyond.
But this view... This was something else entirely.
She looked down at the floor, taking a surprised step to the side when she realized she was standing on glass. And that underneath the glass was a small, slow-moving stream. Startlingly clear, rocks visible beneath the surface of the water. Also, fish.
She looked up to see him staring at her. “My sister’s work,” he said. “She’s the hottest new architect on the scene. Incredible, considering she’s only in her early twenties. And a woman, breaking serious barriers in the industry.”
“That sounds like an excerpt from a magazine article.”
He laughed. “It might be. Since I write the press releases about Faith. That’s what I do. PR for our firm, which has expanded recently. Not just design, but construction. And as you can see, Faith’s work is highly specialized, and it’s extremely coveted.”
A small prickle of...something worked its way under her skin. She couldn’t imagine being so successful at such a young age. Of course, Joshua and his sister must have come from money. You couldn’t build something like this if you hadn’t.
Danielle was in her early twenties and didn’t even have a checking account, much less a successful business.
All of that had to change. It had to change for Riley.
He was why she was here, after all.
Truly, nothing else could have spurred her to answer the ad. She had lived in poverty all of her life. But Riley deserved better. He deserved stability. And he certainly didn’t deserve to wind up in foster care just because she couldn’t get herself together.
“So,” she said, cautiously stepping off the glass tile. “Tell me more about this situation. And exactly what you expect.”
She wanted him to lay it all out. Wanted to hear the terms and conditions he hadn’t shared over email. She was prepared to walk away if it was something she couldn’t handle. And if he wasn’t willing to take no for an answer? Well, she had a knife in her boot.
“My father placed an ad in a national paper saying I was looking for a wife. You can imagine my surprise when I began getting responses before I had ever seen the ad. My father is well-meaning, Ms. Kelly, and he’s willing to do anything to make his children’s lives better. However, what he perceives as perfection can only come one way. He doesn’t think all of this can possibly make me happy.” Joshua looked up, seeming to indicate the beautiful house and view around them. “He’s wrong. However, he won’t take no for an answer, and I want to teach him a lesson.”
“Kind of. That’s where you come in. As I said, he can only see things from his perspective. From his point of view, a wife will stay at home and massage my feet while I work to bring in income. He wants someone traditional. Someone soft and biddable.” He looked her over. “I imagine you are none of those things.”
“Yeah. Not so much.” The life she had lived didn’t leave room for that kind of softness.
“And you are right. He isn’t going to love that you come with a baby. In fact, he’ll probably think you’re a gold digger.”
“I am a gold digger,” she said. “If you weren’t offering money, I wouldn’t be here. I need money, Mr. Grayson, not a fiancé.”
“Call me Joshua,” he said. “Come with me.”
She followed him as he walked through the entryway, through the living area—which looked like something out of a magazine that she had flipped through at the doctor’s office once—and into the kitchen.
The kitchen made her jaw drop. Everything was so shiny. Stainless steel surrounded by touches of wood. A strange clash of modern and rustic that seemed to work.
Danielle had never been in a place where so much work had gone into the details. Before Riley, when she had still been living with her mother, the home decor had included plastic flowers shoved into some kind of strange green Styrofoam and a rug in the kitchen that was actually a towel laid across a spot in the linoleum that had been worn through.
“You will live here for the duration of our arrangement. You will attend family gatherings and work events with me.”
“Aren’t you worried about me being unsuitable for your work arrangements too?”
“Not really. People who do business with us are fascinated by the nontraditional. As I mentioned earlier, my sister, Faith, is something of a pioneer in her field.”
“Great,” Danielle said, giving him a thumbs-up. “I’m glad to be a nontraditional asset to you.”
“Whether or not you’re happy with it isn’t really my concern. I mean, I’m paying you, so you don’t need to be happy.”