Her Secret Ranger by Donna Michaels blitz with giveaway

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Kissing

the sexy soldier was a dare she couldn’t resist…

HER SECRET RANGER

The Men of At Ease Ranch #2

Donna Michaels

Releasing March 6th, 2017

Entangled Lovestruck

Kissing

the sexy soldier was a dare she couldn’t resist…


By-the-book

event planner Beth Brannigan’s best friend dared her to kiss a cowboy. She

should have said no. Instead, she said please…again and again. If

her brother finds out she’s dating—okay, kissing—okay, sleeping with—one

of his military buddies, he’ll kill her. Assuming he doesn’t kill his friend

first.

Former Army

Ranger Brick Mitchum isn’t a relationship kind of guy. But then he meets Beth

and starts to wonder if maybe it’s time he settled down. She’s mysterious.

Unpredictable. Curvy in every way he needs… And hiding something. He’s just got

to figure out what

“I know what we should

do. Let’s play truth or dare.”

Crud.

Beth drew back and

adamantly shook her head. “Let’s not.”

“Come on. We could both

use something to lighten things up. So, let’s see…” Her friend’s gaze narrowed

as she tapped a finger on her chin. “I can’t help but feel there’s something

you’re not telling me about the Roadhouse. The fact you knew about the line dancing

has my Spidey sense tingling. So…truth: Did you meet someone there the last

time you were in town?”

Damn. She’d forgotten

about her friend’s astute superpower. “What are you talking about?”

Rachel’s amused, albeit

determined, blue gaze bore deep. “Either tell me the truth about that weekend

or take a dare.”

Double damn.

Beth didn’t do dares.

Ever. She’d always taken the “truth” option of the game during their

adolescence. She couldn’t risk reprimands or hospital bills back then. Not much

had changed. But she wasn’t about to reveal her sexy cowboy weekend, either.

With a lift of her chin, she held Rachel’s gaze. “Dare.”

The bugger’s grin grew

wicked as satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. “I dare you to kiss the next cowboy

who walks through the gate.”

Beth gasped. “I can’t do

that! What if he’s married?” She jumped to her feet and headed to a nearby

trash can to toss her garbage. “Not happening.”

Rachel followed and

shrugged. “You have to. You chose dare. But, I’ll amend it to: you have to kiss

the next single

cowboy who walks through the gate. We’ll watch for wedding rings. And just

because you’re not looking doesn’t mean you can ignore the da…amn.” Her friend

blinked. “Wow, Beth. I almost wish you’d given me the dare. Turn around

and check out your ‘single’ cowboy.”

Without giving her the

chance to protest, Rachel grasped Beth’s shoulders and physically turned her to

face the gate and one hell of a sexy cowboy. Well over six foot of solid muscle

that rippled under a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans hugging lean hips and

thighs, the guy oozed hotness she felt with an invisible wave of heat.

Her throat went dry. It

was…him. The cowboy from two

weeks ago. Seriously? What were the chances he’d walk back into her life at

that exact moment? “Uh…”

“I know, right? And

there’s not a wedding ring in sight. Now go over there and kiss him.” Her snickering friend pushed her after the hunk striding toward the livestock

section of the fair. “Go on before he gets away. Or is that what you wanted?”

She gulped. Pulled herself

together. The knowing tone in her friend’s voice revealed she expected Beth to

chicken out.

Wrong.

Any other time, yes,

she’d lose the dare. It was childish and irresponsible, and she didn’t have

time for foolish games. But she did have time to help her friend de-stress. Her

friend who was also her client. It was Beth’s duty to put her client at ease.

So, technically, it was her duty to kiss the sexy cowboy whose body she knew as

well as her own.

That was her story and

she was sticking to it.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Rachel squealed and

clapped her hands.

Grasping bravado with two

fists, Beth set her shoulders, lifted her chin, and marched after the hot guy

striding away from her down the fairway. So what if she’d decided he was part

of her past? The opportunity was too good to pass up. Things like this never

happened to her.

Zigzagging around

fairgoers, she avoided running into two children wearing a blue coating of

cotton candy, and closed in on her prey. Her confidence rose with each step.

Not only had she received her first ever dare, she was actually in the position

to have the upper hand on the challenge.

A flicker of guilt and a

touch of anxiety mixed with excitement. She pushed them both aside and smiled

when the cowboy suddenly stiffened and came to a halt. It was as if he could

feel her presence as sure as she could feel his. Not wanting Rachel to see the

guy’s expression, Beth didn’t give him a chance to turn around. She slid in

front of him, her anxiety fading at the pleasure curving his mouth into a sexy

grin, dimpling his cheeks.

“Hello, Brick,” she said.

Then she cupped his

deliciously scruffed jaw, pulled his face down, and kissed the ever loving heck

out of him.


Enter to Win a Print Copy

Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USA

Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and

heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal

alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she

never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname

Lucy…and sometimes Ethel. From short to epic, her books entertain readers

across a variety of sub-genres, and one has even being hand drawn into a Japanese

translation. Now, if only she could read it.


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