Series: Dirty Cowboy, #3
Rem ‘Viper’ James knew his secrets wouldn’t stay buried forever. He just never expected to be arrested in front of 20,000 screaming rodeo fans. Dragged into an interrogation room, Rem is given an ultimatum: testify against his old motorcycle club or face another stint in a cell.
There’s only one answer when going back inside means leaving in a body bag.
Whitney Nicholson was left humiliated after her boyfriend’s secret life was exposed. After all, as a police detective, she should have seen it coming. So it’s salt in the wound when Whitney’s boss sends her to babysit an ex-MC member, who’s been masquerading as a cowboy on the rodeo circuit.
To add insult to injury, they’re going into hiding in a tiny country town. As a married couple.
Whitney has no interest in a relationship: pretend or otherwise. But as small-town life begins to grow on her, so does Rem. There’s something sexy, dirty, and oh so hot about the man whose life she’s supposed to protect.
However, when mysterious and disturbing crimes begin occurring around them, Whitney will need to decide if her cowboy is worth risking not only her heart, but also her life.
Action and suspense collide with dirty talking, small-town cowboy charm. Sexy Dirty Cowboy is the third book in Elle Thorpe’s bestselling series. It can be read as a standalone.
The kitchen was down a short hallway, and Whitney’s laughter, floated back as I made my way closer. I paused just before the doorway, letting the melodic sound of her laughter fill me.
“So, about Rem…” Scout said, lowering her voice.
I’d been just about to enter the room when the mention of my name had my foot hovering in mid-air. Instead, I leaned back on the wall, out of sight, wondering what Scout wanted to know.
“Mmmm?” Whitney asked. “What about him?”
The sizzle of frying bacon was louder back here, the aromas stronger and I willed my stomach to not give away the fact I was eavesdropping on the womens’ conversation.
“Is he single?”
The clatter of a bowl being dropped met my ears and I chanced a glance around the corner, to see Whitney staring at the plate of toast that was now on the ground.
“Shit, sorry. I’m so clumsy. Um, yes. He’s single.”
I ducked back out of sight, grinning to myself.
“I thought so,” Scout said, “but I just wanted to check before I made a move.”
My grin widened. I knew it. I really was charming with a capital C.
“He’s gay,” Whitney deadpanned.
My mouth dropped open.
“Oh, he is?” Scout questioned.
I shook my head hard. “So not gay!” I mouthed to the empty hallway.
“Yep,” Whit said, in a matter of fact tone. “Very gay. Loves cock. Big ones. Huge cock monster.”
My jaw hit the ground.
“Oh wow. I had no idea. That’s cool. I’ll tell him about Rusty Joe’s then. That’s the local gay bar. I’m sure he’ll find all the…ah… cock, there.”
Oh hell no. I walked into the kitchen. “What’s everyone talking about in here? Roosters? I heard someone say cock.” I turned to Whitney and gave her a meaningful glare. “I’m sure that’s what you were talking about, wasn’t it?”
She smiled widely. “Totally.” She winked at Scout and I held in a groan. The woman probably thought I was in the closet now. For fuck sake. I was going to kill Whitney.