Lassoing the Virgin Mail Order Bride
by Alexa Riley
When Clare Stevens walked onto the McCallister ranch, she expected her life to be a certain way. She was the mail-order bride of the owner, and she was to fulfill her duties. Clean the house, cook for his men, and warm his bed at night. What she didn't expect was the beefy cowboy who walked in and literally swept her off her feet.
Cash McCallister didn't have time to date and find a wife. So a mail-order bride seemed the easiest way to find a partner. He thought he'd made a mistake until he laid eyes on the little piece of sunshine that lit up his life. He never imagined a true love like this. He never knew an obsession could take hold so tightly.
When drama hits the farm and their fast love is threatened, can Clare and Cash hold it together?
Warning: This is literally as cliché as it sounds...and just as awesome. It's country living with high-calorie foods and easy sunsets. Come sit on the porch and stay a while. You'll like what you see.
He reaches out, grabbing one of my curls. “The Johnsons aren’t home, you know. Went to a cattle show. Only one there is June. How long has he been gone over there with her?”
My body freezes at his words. He’s been gone for over an hour now. I turn to bat his hand away from my hair and tell him to leave, but before I can, he’s gone. A loud crash fills the porch as Billy is pulled away from me and he hits the house. Cash’s hand is around his throat, and Billy is starting to turn red.
Cash has him a good foot off the ground. I hadn’t noticed how short the other man was, but now that Cash is next to him, it really shows.
“You think you can come on my land and fucking touch my wife?” Cash’s face is so close to Billy’s I have to step to the side a little to see him. His face is turning purple now, and I don’t think Cash is really looking for an answer to his question. It’s clear the man won’t be able to talk with how tight Cash’s squeezing his throat.
“You don’t look at her, you don’t talk to her. In fact, you don’t even know she fucking exists.” Cash is so mad I can feel the anger pulsing off him in waves. He continues to choke Billy, and all I can do is stand there, shocked by how fast everything’s happened. I don’t even know where Cash came from. It was like he knew a man touched me, and poof, he just materialized. That actually would not shock me at this point.
“Fuck!” I hear someone yell, pulling my eyes from the scene in front of me. I see Earl and three other hands with him start to run towards the porch. They head for Cash and try to peel him off the other man. It takes all four of them to finally get Cash off Billy. When Cash lets go, Billy slides down, his ass hitting the porch. His hand goes to his throat as he coughs over and over again. I look back to Cash, who’s still being held back by the men as they try to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
He keeps pulling to get free, wanting back at Billy.
“He fucking touched her.” He lunges again, this time breaking free of two of the hands, and I jump in front of him. He halts, almost running right into me, and I throw myself into his arms, wrapping myself around him. No way he’ll keep going at Billy if I’m locked around him. If we don’t stop him, I’m starting to think he might kill the man.
His hands go to my ass, catching me easily. I pull back and cup his face. “You marrying me today or you going to jail?” I ask him as I lean in, my lips just a breath from his, and I can see his face visibly relax.
“Think we should practice that kissing part again?” I tease him, brushing my lips across his.
He takes my mouth. The kiss is hard and demanding, almost knocking the air right out of my lungs. I can feel everything he felt moments ago. All the adrenaline still pumping through his body, only now he’s using it on me. He pulls back sooner then I want, breaking the kiss.
“Get him off my land,” Cash says, not taking his eyes from mine as he starts to carry me towards the house.
“I’m calling the Sheriff. He’ll hear about this.”
“When you call him, can you tell him he still owes me a hundred dollars from our last poker night?” I hear Earl say as Cash kicks the door closed behind us and places me on my feet.
His eyes run over me, and I can see the rest of the tension leave his body.
“Goddamn, you look perfect.” His voice is gruff, but he takes a step back from me.
I take a step towards him, and he holds one hand up.
“Barely hanging on, sweetheart. I gotta get you to the courthouse, and if you touch me right now with how I’m feeling, I’ll snap and take you right on this floor.”
“There’s more than what just happened out there, isn't there?” I ask, pointing to the door we just came through.
“Yeah. I was already fucking pissed before I saw Billy reach out and touch you. I went right over the edge after that.”
“Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.”
I just stare at him. Cash runs a hand over his face, then pulls it through his dark hair.
“I went to the Johnsons’ and they weren't there.”
“But June was.”
“But June was,” he confirms, making me uneasy. I don’t like that one bit.
“I sat and waited and waited some more while June ran her mouth. Baby, you know how I feel about that voice of hers.” He says it like he was tortured, making me roll my eyes.
“She offered me something to drink. I said no and that if her mom and dad weren’t back in the next five minutes, I was gone. That’s when she fucking lost it. Tried to throw herself at me. I dodged her, and she hit the floor. Hard. Then she started crying.” He studies me for a second, and I can tell there’s more and he doesn’t want to say it.
“What, Cash? Just say it.”
“I just stepped over her and left.”
“Okay?” He mimics my response. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be pissed I just left her there crying. Last time she started with those tears, you told me to be nice. I thought—”
“That’s what got you so mad?”
“Big fucking part.” He lets out a deep breath. “All I kept thinking was that if you had to listen to some man talk for thirty minutes about how you should marry him, I’d lose it. Then I came around that corner and there’s a man standing on my goddamn porch fucking touching you.” He yells the last part.
I just shake my head and walk over to him, placing my hands on his chest, smiling up at him.
“How can you be smiling? I still want to go back out there and beat the shit out of someone.”
“I’m smiling because you’re so jealous. You’re even jealous for me over you.” I start to laugh because saying it out loud makes it ever funnier.
He just shakes his head.
“We should go get married. I think that might help.” I’m not sure who he’s trying to convince, me or him.
“Sure it will,” I tease.
“Maybe if you were walking around here with a round little belly, that might help, too,” he adds.
“Can we focus on one thing at a time here? The wedding first,” I remind him.
“We get this wedding done and I’m going to be focusing on that real hard.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease.
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“This is going to be the fastest wedding this town has ever seen.”
Okay, I know I said this about my last Alexa Riley read, and quite possibly the one before that, but this book is hands down my absolute favorite from this writing duo!
I mean, who can resist an OTT possessive cowboy? Throw in a tiny spitfire of a heroine that's not afraid to sass a man 3x her size and I was in absolute heaven. Clare and Cash were perfect for each other and I couldn't stop reading with a smile on my face!
Of course the sexy times, though tamer than some AR reads, were smoking hot. And the little surprises Cash throws out towards the end?! Floved!!
Is it ridiculous to read the same book twice in one day? I dunno, but writing this review makes me want to go in for a second time... I just cannot get enough of these two!!
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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Disclosure: I was provided with an ARC of Lassoing the Virgin Mail Order Bride in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.