{"product_id":"wild-brothers-cowboy-romance-second-chance-runaway-bride-romance","title":"Wild Brothers Cowboy Romance eBook Bundle — Second Chance - Runaway Bride Romance","description":"\u003cp\u003e“You need an assistant.” Cooper glances around my makeshift office in the barn. “You may run Wild Ranch, but you can’t do everything yourself, big brother.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA thunderstorm is rolling in, and my little desk lamp casts a yellow glow as clouds block the sunlight that normally streams through the open doorway to the rest of the barn.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eRoxie, the family wolfhound who’s loyal to us all but has recently claimed me as her favorite, lies sleeping in the dog bed next to my desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe darkness is a match to my foul mood, and I scowl at Cooper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“What’s that?” I put my hand to my ear like I’m trying hard to listen. “I don’t think I heard you the first million times you said it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Well, are you going to listen to me now?” he says good-naturedly as Chase laughs from where he’s lounging on the worn couch to the right of my desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy twin brothers are used to my bad moods.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI have good reason to be pissed off, but my reason is outdated, and even I know it’s high time I move on with my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’ll think about hiring someone,” I say begrudgingly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCoop raises a blond eyebrow. “Really?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Really.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI have no choice. The ranch has exploded in growth lately. We’ve opened up a dude ranch. Plus, my cousin Declan and his wife Mia, under Mia’s company, have started a rescue and rehabilitation program for horses.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTheir work brought tons of publicity, and my administrative workload has doubled. I used to push paperwork to the back burner—truth is, I still do, but I can’t keep doing that.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI’m buried, and I don’t know how to catch up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOn principle, I’m not good at passing off shit I think I should and could do myself.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You can’t do everything without help,” Cooper says like he’s reading my mind. “This is a family business, remember. We all pitch in. But none of us are any good at the office crap.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWild Ranch isn’t just our business—it’s our home.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy four siblings and I grew up here in “small town” Montana, and our parents raised us on this ranch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen Mom and Dad decided to retire from ranch life and take some much-needed travel time, they put me, the oldest, in charge. Cooper and Chase do as much as I do to keep things running, though, and I couldn’t manage without them.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I know.” I wave Cooper off. “I’ve got it. I’ll get assistance. Now, will you two get the heck out of here, please?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Pouring buckets out.” Chase stands up and glances through my open office door and out through the barn. “Autumn showers. You picked a good evening to catch up on office crap.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“That’s because I have a weather app.”\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe chuckles. “Coop and I are going to hole up at the house.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt his words, Roxie picks her head up and lets out a little sound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“She wants to go inside,” I tell them as she stands up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“We’ll take her with us. See ya.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOnce they’re both gone, I close my office door and flick off my desk lamp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAs I settle back into the chair behind my desk, I tell myself I can still work by the dim light coming underneath the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut the truth is, I’m already sick and tired of riffling through the papers on my desk and pretending like I’m making progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI’ve got piles that I made weeks ago under some delusion that they were organized in a way I would understand later.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI rub my eyes and take a long, slow breath, a habit I learned in therapy and one of the few tricks that I’ve kept with me.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBesides the occasional horse whinny, the only sound is the rain pounding heavily on the metal roof of the barn, interrupted by rolling claps of thunder.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBright light flashes through the cracks in the barn walls as the lightning moves ever closer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI’m glad I sent all my ranch hands home early and that the horses are all tacked up in their stalls. No one should be out in weather this bad.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBest to hunker down.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut I’m no good at sitting still.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI like to keep it moving.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBecause when I don’t…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI can’t drown out the thoughts that circle in my brain.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe memories I never want to relive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI spin in my chair and stare at the wall behind me.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe light is dim, thank Christ, but I can still make out the photo.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe photo I can’t look away from.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eMe. Standing next to a bronc at a Texas rodeo in Hill Country, right before my event started.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy cousin, Logan Wild, rode with me in the ambulance after the bronc ran me up into the fence.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDamn near killed me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSometimes, when the pain from the injuries got real bad late at night, I wished it had.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd I lost my career too. I retired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI shake my head and spin back to face my desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat was a lifetime ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow, my life is here. On the ranch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eYes, my physical wounds have healed enough that I could, if I wanted to, return to the arena.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut the other wounds? The ones no one can see and only I feel?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThose will never heal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat’s the price I pay for being a bronc rider at heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI danced with the devil, and the devil came out on top.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOnly once, but once was all it took to change my life forever.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI even have my cowboy hat back, the one I almost died wearing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI glance over at the hat where it sits on my bookshelf. Logan brought it home to me when he visited, said it was about time I had it back. I haven’t put it on since he asked me to.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI stare at the hat, my hand twitching to pick it up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut then…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDamn pain shoots down my leg again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNo physical reason why, and my therapist said that it would stop eventually.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhen?\u003c\/i\u003e I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhen you deal with your demons. Trauma can be stored in the body for decades until you let it go.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI rub my leg and stand up. It’s not raining enough to keep me from paying a visit to the local bar.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI don’t go for the alcohol. I’ll nurse a single beer for hours. It’s the company I crave. Chatting with the bartender, flirting with women, hanging out with the boys…it all helps to block out the incessant chatter in my own head and to let go of the stress of a day on the ranch.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eBang, bang!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“What the hell…” I step over to my office door and pull it open.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNo one is there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStill hearing the persistent sound of banging, I leave my office to go check out the stables. The lights are on, and I can see clearly that each horse is here and accounted for. None are anxious or making any sounds of distress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI round the corner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAs I glance into an empty stall, I pull up short.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA woman in a soaked white gown, with her back to me, is holding a heeled white shoe and banging it over and over on the floorboards in front of her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI may not be able to see her face, but I’d know that curved ass anywhere.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Sophia.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eContinue reading Luke if you love:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e✅ A protective cowboy\u003cbr\u003e✅ A fiery runaway bride\u003cbr\u003e✅  Enemies to lovers\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Read it in one night -- couldn't put it down!\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “The chemistry and banter between Luke and Sophia was incredible!\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eGet the Wild Brothers Cowboy Romance E-Book Bundle with Luke and Brayden! This bundle is perfect for readers who love cowboys and family, protective heroes, smart sassy heroines, friends to lovers and fated love with plenty of swoon and emotion.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Melissa Belle USA TODAY Bestselling Author","offers":[{"title":"E-Book","offer_id":53044947419417,"sku":"WMCOWBROMEBUNDSSHOP","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":53044947452185,"sku":"WMCOWBROMPAPERDSSHOP","price":29.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0930\/8274\/7161\/files\/Wild_Brothers_Cowboy_Romance_Bundle.jpg?v=1787452038","url":"https:\/\/www.melissabellebookstore.com\/products\/wild-brothers-cowboy-romance-second-chance-runaway-bride-romance","provider":"Melissa Belle Bookstore","version":"1.0","type":"link"}