En cours de chargement...
It's Friday night, and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Fort Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends, who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and a bigger rodeo buckle. I should have told Colton what he could do with his money, but I need it to keep the doors of my dance studio open.
So, here I am, naked and bound, with a bull rope around my waist, and despite the intricate suspension system holding me up, I'm falling hard. Falling for the impossible man who threw me for a loop and lassoed my heart. Beth