by HELEN HARDT
Tempting Dusty
The Temptation Saga: Book One
Helen Hardt
Contents
Copyright
Warning
Praise for Tempting Dusty
Praise for Helen Hardt
Dedication
Prologue
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Continue the The Temptation Saga with Book Two
Chapter One
Message from Helen Hardt
Also by Helen Hardt
Acknowledgments
About the Author
This book is an original publication of Helen Hardt.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.
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Praise for Tempting Dusty
These two are downright lovable! You are rooting for them to get together from the get go. The chemistry between them is smoking HOT, and…once they get in bed you will need a fan.
~Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Holy smokes, that was hot. This is a true erotic romance. There's a lot of sex, but it was there for a reason… I cried twice (not in a bad way) and had quite a few hearty chuckles at the subtle humor… I got my tidy happily-ever-after ending and stayed up until 4:45 a.m. to get it. I read this through in one sitting, and started the spin-off at 4:46…
~Award Winning Author Holley Trent
I feel I should start this review with a disclaimer. I am in no way a country girl. I chose to be a part of this tour because I am becoming a huge fan of Helen Hardt. I have read a few of her historical romances and was immediately swept up into the world of her characters and their lives… I became immersed in the world of rodeos, ranching, barrel racing… I mean like all in, and it was HOT!
~Delightfully Dirty Reads
I am so freaking glad I was introduced to this family. I love the cowboys. They are so typically rough and tough that you can almost smell the hay. The writing is fantastic. I could really feel myself in the story. The descriptions put you right in there so it’s like seeing it.
~Brenda’s Book Beat
Cowboys that are well-educated, model handsome, rich, smart, witty, fun, well endowed, and sexy. Sign me up for that fantasy please. This collection was sensual and entertaining… Ms. Hardt’s writing crosses several genres with touches of suspense, humor, lots of steam, and both new adult and adult contemporary romance. I enjoyed and cared for the characters…
~Books and Bindings
Praise for Helen Hardt
Flawlessly written and in my opinion a work of art…
~Girly Girl Book Reviews
Is it hot in here? I mean it’s July, the sun is blazing, but I’m sitting in an air conditioned house sweating bullets. Congratulations Ms. Hardt, you dropped me into the middle of a scorching hot story and let me burn.
~Seriously Reviewed
Ms. Hardt has a way of writing that makes me forget I'm reading a book. It's more like slipping into a world she created and getting lost for a while.
~Whipped Cream Reviews
I loved this book. The characters were wonderful. They each showed their vulnerable sides as well as their strengths. They are real people and have real problems but also some very loving solutions…
~Night Owl Reviews
Ms. Hardt creates magic…
~The Romance Studio
Helen Hardt writes as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter. Her words take you away and you feel like you are watching the story play out right in front of you.
~Delightfully Dirty Reads
This one is a book of my heart, and it’s for my fans. Thank you so much for reading! You’ve helped make my dream come true.
And in memory of the real Zach and Dusty.
Prologue
“Come on, Sam. Papa says it’s time to go.” Dusty O’Donovan tugged at her brother’s sleeve. The Colorado heat made her sweat, and she pushed her red-gold hair out of her face.
“Geez, Dusty, can you give me a minute?”
“Yeah, twerp.” Chad McCray nodded. “We’re sealing our pact. We’re blood brothers now.” He held up his hand and a trickle of crimson oozed down his palm.
Dusty looked away, disgusted. She focused on the mountains. She loved the giant peaks, how they looked dark blue from here but turned miraculously green as Papa drove closer. She loved the pine trees that grew tall and skinny, trying to reach the sunlight through the thick evergreen brush. She loved the reddish-brown rock that made faces at her if she stared hard enough. Would there be mountains where they were going?
She turned back to pull on Sam’s sleeve again. Redness dribbled on her brother’s hand. Her mouth filled with saliva, and queasiness erupted in her throat.
She hated the sight of blood. Not because she was a baby. Heck, she carried snakes and lizards in her pockets. No, she hated it because blood was killing her mama. Bad blood. Something about the cells that were white, though Dusty didn’t understand that. She had seen her mama’s blood, and it was red, just like everyone else’s.
This white blood murderer had a name. Loo-kee-mee-uh.
“You all still hangin’ around?” Chad’s older brother Zach loped up. At thirteen, the black-haired boy was tall and lanky, all arms and legs. He looked funny. He sounded funny too. Especially when his voice did that crackly thing.
Then he glared at her with those eyes.
“Don’t, Zach.”
“I’m just teasin’, Gold Dust,” Zach said. “You don’t believe I can hurt you anymore, do you? Big girl like you ain’t gonna fall for that nonsense.”
“Course not.” Dusty looked away anyway. Zach’s eyes were creepy. One was dark brown and the other light blue. He had been teasing Dusty since she was a toddler, telling her his blue eye packed a laser that melted little girls’ brains.
She turned and grasped her brother’s arm. “Now, Sam.”
“All right, I’m comin’. Sheesh.” Sam looked sheepishly at Chad. “See ya around.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Come on, you two.” The oldest of the brothers, Dallas, walked toward them. “You all have chores to do.”
“Heck, you’re not our pa,” Chad said. “Sam’s leavin’ today.”
“Do I look like I care? Come on now.”
“I gotta go anywa
y,” Sam said. “Come on, Dust.”
When Sam grabbed her hand, Dusty looked back at the McCray brothers.
Zach, with his funny eyes, spoke. “Keep your chin up, Gold Dust. Everything’ll be all right.”
Dusty nodded and curled her small fingers into Sam’s larger ones. As they walked toward the small house that was the only home she had ever known, she stared up at her brother. His eyes seemed sunken in his face. He looked sad.
“I’m sorry you have to leave your best friend, Sam.”
“Ain’t nothin’.”
Dusty, young as she was, knew her ten-year-old brother would miss Chad McCray. Both were the same age, and they’d been inseparable for years.
“Come on, you two varmints,” Sean-Patrick O’Donovan said, as he helped Dusty’s mother, Mollie, into the white minivan. “Take a quick look through the house and see if we’ve missed anything, though I doubt it. Your mama here even swept the place.”
“I didn’t want to leave a dirty house, Sean,” Mollie said.
“Christ, honey, we’re leavin’. Who cares what the place looks like?”
“I do.”
“But you went and tired yourself out.”
“So what? I’ll have nothing to do but sleep in the car for the next eight hours.”
Dusty fixed her gaze on her blond-haired, blue-eyed mother, pale and weak, and wondered why sweeping the house was so important when she was obviously exhausted. Her mama, once so fresh and flushed, now had skin the color of the worn grey fence surrounding their small vegetable garden. Her arms, once firm and muscular as they held Dusty and rocked her to sleep, looked like thin tree branches, the skin hanging loosely.
Dusty stood silently while Sam entered the house and returned momentarily. “We got it all,” he said.
“Good. Now you two get in the van.”
Dusty scrambled into the backseat next to Sam, craned her head, and watched out the back window as the van curved out of the small driveway and up the private road leading out of McCray Landing. She took one last glance at the cozy little house, remembering her rosy-cheeked mama smiling and standing by the door, before she got sick. Then Dusty closed her eyes.
They were going to Montana to live with Mama’s family. That’s what Mama wanted. They no longer needed to stay near the big city of Denver, because Mama wasn’t going back to the hospital.
The doctors couldn’t help her anymore.
Chapter One
Seventeen years later
“He doesn’t look so tough,” Dusty said to Sam as she eyed El Diablo, the stud bull penned up outside the Western Stock Show grounds in Denver. She winced at the pungent aroma of dust and animals.
“No man’s been able to stay on him more than two seconds, Dust,” her brother said.
“He just needs a woman’s touch.” Dusty looked into the bull’s menacing eyes. Oh, he was mad all right, but she had no doubt she could calm him. The ranchers in Montana didn’t call her the Bull Whisperer for nothing.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure you should try it. Papa wouldn’t like it.”
“Papa’s dead, Sam, and you can’t tell me what to do.” She pierced her brother’s dark gaze with her own. “Besides, the purse for riding him would save our ranch, and you know it.”
“Hell, Dusty.” Sam shoved his hands in his denim pockets. “I plan to win a few purses bronc busting. You don’t need to worry about making money.”
“I want to make the money, Sam.”
“That’s silly.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Look, you don’t need to feel any obligation. What happened couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t your fault. You know that.”
“Whatever.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the bull. “Besides, if I ride old Diablo here, I can make five hundred thousand dollars in eight seconds. That’s”—she did some rapid calculations in her head—“two hundred and twenty-five million dollars an hour. Can you beat that?” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.
“Your math wizardry is annoying, Dust. Always has been. And yeah, I might be able to come away from this rodeo with half a mill, though I won’t do it in eight seconds. Besides, Diablo’s owner will never let a woman ride him.”
“Who’s his owner? I haven’t had a chance to look through the program yet.”
“Zach McCray.”
“No fooling?” Dusty smiled as she remembered the lanky teenager with the odd-colored eyes. Yes, he had tormented her, but he had been kind that last day when the O’Donovans left for Montana. At thirteen, Zach had no doubt understood the magnitude of Mollie’s illness much better than Dusty. “I figured the McCrays would be here. Think they’ll remember us?”
“Sure. Chad and I are blood brothers.” Sam held up his palm. “Seriously, though, they may not. Ranch hands come and go all the time around a place as big as McCray Landing.”
“It’s Sam O’Donovan!”
Dusty turned toward the deep, resonating voice. A tall broad man with a tousled shock of brown hair ambled toward them.
“Chad? I’ll be damned. It is you.” Sam held out his hand. “We were just talking about you, wondering if you’d remember us.”
“A man doesn’t forget his first and only blood brother.” Chad slapped Sam on the back. “And is this the little twerp?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Chad.” Dusty held out her hand.
Chad grabbed it and pulled her toward him in a big bear hug. “You sure turned out to be a pretty thing. “ He turned back to Sam. “I bet you got your work cut out for you, keeping the flies out of the honey.”
“Yeah, so don’t get any ideas,” Sam said.
Chad held up his hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, bro. So how are you all? I’d heard you might be back in town. I was sorry to hear about your pa.”
“I didn’t know the news made it down here,” Sam said.
“Yeah, there was a write up in the Bakersville Gazette. The old lady who runs it always kept a list of the hands hired at the nearby ranches. Once she discovered the Internet five years ago, there was no stopping her.” Chad grinned. “She found every one of them. Needs a new hobby, I guess. So what are you all up to?”
“Here for the rodeo. Dusty and I are competing.”
“No kidding?”
“Yep. I’m bronc busting, and Dusty’s a barrel racer. And…” Sam chuckled softly.
“And what?”
“She thinks she’s gonna take Diablo here for a ride.”
Chad’s eyes widened as he stared at Dusty. Warmth crept up her neck. Clearly her five-feet-five-inch frame didn’t inspire his confidence.
“You ride bulls?”
Her facial muscles tightened. “You bet I do.”
Chad let out a breathy chortle. “Good joke.”
“No joke, Chad,” Sam said. “She’s pretty good, actually. But she’s never ridden a bull as big as Diablo. She’s tamed some pretty nasty studs in Montana, though never during competition.”
“I hate to tell you this, Gold Dust, but this rodeo doesn’t allow female bull riding.”
“I’ll just have to get them to change their minds then,” Dusty said.
“Good luck with that,” Chad said. “In fact, can I go with you? I think the whole affair might be funny.”
“Fine, come along then. Who do I speak to?”
“Honey, why don’t you stick to female riding? I’m sure the WPRA will be happy to hear your pleas. But this here’s a man’s rodeo.”
Dusty’s nostrils flared as anger seethed in her chest. “I’m as good a bull rider as any man. Tell him, Sam.”
“I already told him you’re good.”
“But tell him what they call me back home.”
“Dust—”
“Tell him, or I will!”
“They call her the Bull Whisperer. She’s good, I tell you.”
“Bull Whisperer?” Chad scoffed. “So you’re the Cesar Millan of cattle, huh? Ain’t no whisper gonna calm Diablo. Even Zach hasn�
��t been able to ride him, and he’s the best.”
“Yeah, well, he hasn’t seen me yet.” Dusty stood with her hands on her hips, wishing her presence were more imposing. Both her brother and Chad were nearly a foot taller than she was. “I’m going to ride that bull and win that purse!”
“Seriously, Dusty,” Chad said, “I was teasing you. But you can’t try to ride Diablo. He’ll kill you. Trust me, I know. He damn near killed me. I was out all last season recovering from injuries I got from him.”
“I have a way with animals,” Dusty said.
“So do I, honey.”
Sam rolled his eyes, laughing. “Whatever you say, McCray.”
“Hey, dogs love me,” Chad said.
“I’m not surprised,” Dusty said, smiling sardonically. “I’m sure you make a nice tall fire hydrant. Now tell me, who do I need to talk to about riding the bull?”
“You need to talk to me, darlin’.”
Dusty shuddered at the sexy western drawl, the hot whisper of breath against the back of her neck.
“And there ain’t a woman alive who can ride that bull.”
Chapter Two
Dusty turned to face the man behind her, and her breath caught. Tall, though not as tall as Sam or Chad—six-feet-two, maybe, in his boots. Long black hair fell to his collar in silky waves. Broad shoulders clad in a black western shirt, and lean hips hugged by snug fitting jeans. The face of a god, chiseled and perfect with a strong jawline and straight Grecian nose. Full dusky lips. Wow. Then she noticed his eyes. One dark brown, one light blue. Those creepy eyes. Funny, they didn’t seem so bad anymore. They worked with his movie star looks. They gave him a mysterious quality, like he could see into her soul.