RIDE
ME COWBOY
BOOK
1
By
Alycia Taylor
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CHAPTER
ONE
LEXI
“You have got to be kidding me!” I said this aloud
to my empty car. I know talking to yourself is the first sign of losing your
mind, but seriously…this is ridiculous! Maybe my mother has lost hers, as well.
I was on my way to spend the summer with her and her new husband on his ranch.
I wasn’t thrilled about the ranch part. I was born and bred for city life. I
loved the noise and the chaos. I loved the fact that it never slept. I knew
that I wasn’t going to love this…but it’s what you do for family, I guess. I’d
already blown off their wedding. Well, truthfully I hadn’t blown it off, but I
wasn’t there, so I had a lot to make up for .
I had turned off the main highway ten miles back.
According to my GPS, my next turn was five miles ahead on the right…that was
before the GPS stopped working and before I lost all cell service. I turned
around because I hadn’t seen the road and I went all the way back to the main
highway again. The GPS came back on, and I sat and waited for ten minutes for
it to load up and tell me where I was. The little robotic bitch told me once
again the road was five miles up on the right. And in exactly five miles…I had
no GPS or cell service once more and there was no damned road here called
“Sunset Ranch Highway.” I seriously considered just going back home and calling
my mother and saying, “I’m sorry, I tried.” I knew she would be terribly
disappointed, she was so excited about me coming to spend the summer here with
her and her new husband, but what was I supposed to do? As I started to pull
off and turn around, I saw it. Alongside an almost invisible dirt road was a
tiny little sign that said, Sunset Ranch
Highway. You have got to be shitting me.
I made another U-turn and then a sharp left onto the
stupid little road. I was all kinds of confused about what my mother was
thinking. My mom likes money. She’s not a bad person, and she actually has her
own money. She doesn’t want a man that she has to support and I can understand
that. She likes money because she likes to be comfortable. I’ve met Rob a few
times, and he seems nice and he’s a very nice-looking older man. Every time they
came to the city before they were married, my mother had been dressed to the
nines and Rob had taken us to dinner in one of the most expensive restaurants
in the city…so I assume he has money. So why on earth would they choose to live
in the middle of nowhere? Between the dust and the mud holes, the money I had paid
the guy who details my Charger was out the window. Damn it! I had to shake my
head again. This guy might have money…I’m sure he does if my mother is with
him… but there is no way that living out here could be comfortable.
I followed the long dirt road for probably another
five miles before passing what looked like a big row of stables and then some
kind of pen full of cows…or bulls? Then there was a small row of little tiny
cottage-looking houses, a big barn…and then the house came into view. It was
nice…not as imposing as the mansion in Orange County that the last guy mom was
with lived in, but nice. It looked like one of those houses you might see on
the cover of a Country Living magazine. Everything was freshly painted. It was white with yellow trim, and it
had a giant bay window on either side of the front of it that almost seemed to
be watching me. It was two stories high and had a chimney on each end. There
was a wide, wrap-around porch with rocking chairs on it just like you’d see in a movie. It was cute. Not my mom’s usual style, but cute. Maybe
she was
ME COWBOY
BOOK
1
By
Alycia Taylor
Copyright
2015. All rights reserved.
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CHAPTER
ONE
LEXI
“You have got to be kidding me!” I said this aloud
to my empty car. I know talking to yourself is the first sign of losing your
mind, but seriously…this is ridiculous! Maybe my mother has lost hers, as well.
I was on my way to spend the summer with her and her new husband on his ranch.
I wasn’t thrilled about the ranch part. I was born and bred for city life. I
loved the noise and the chaos. I loved the fact that it never slept. I knew
that I wasn’t going to love this…but it’s what you do for family, I guess. I’d
already blown off their wedding. Well, truthfully I hadn’t blown it off, but I
wasn’t there, so I had a lot to make up for .
I had turned off the main highway ten miles back.
According to my GPS, my next turn was five miles ahead on the right…that was
before the GPS stopped working and before I lost all cell service. I turned
around because I hadn’t seen the road and I went all the way back to the main
highway again. The GPS came back on, and I sat and waited for ten minutes for
it to load up and tell me where I was. The little robotic bitch told me once
again the road was five miles up on the right. And in exactly five miles…I had
no GPS or cell service once more and there was no damned road here called
“Sunset Ranch Highway.” I seriously considered just going back home and calling
my mother and saying, “I’m sorry, I tried.” I knew she would be terribly
disappointed, she was so excited about me coming to spend the summer here with
her and her new husband, but what was I supposed to do? As I started to pull
off and turn around, I saw it. Alongside an almost invisible dirt road was a
tiny little sign that said, Sunset Ranch
Highway. You have got to be shitting me.
I made another U-turn and then a sharp left onto the
stupid little road. I was all kinds of confused about what my mother was
thinking. My mom likes money. She’s not a bad person, and she actually has her
own money. She doesn’t want a man that she has to support and I can understand
that. She likes money because she likes to be comfortable. I’ve met Rob a few
times, and he seems nice and he’s a very nice-looking older man. Every time they
came to the city before they were married, my mother had been dressed to the
nines and Rob had taken us to dinner in one of the most expensive restaurants
in the city…so I assume he has money. So why on earth would they choose to live
in the middle of nowhere? Between the dust and the mud holes, the money I had paid
the guy who details my Charger was out the window. Damn it! I had to shake my
head again. This guy might have money…I’m sure he does if my mother is with
him… but there is no way that living out here could be comfortable.
I followed the long dirt road for probably another
five miles before passing what looked like a big row of stables and then some
kind of pen full of cows…or bulls? Then there was a small row of little tiny
cottage-looking houses, a big barn…and then the house came into view. It was
nice…not as imposing as the mansion in Orange County that the last guy mom was
with lived in, but nice. It looked like one of those houses you might see on
the cover of a Country Living magazine. Everything was freshly painted. It was white with yellow trim, and it
had a giant bay window on either side of the front of it that almost seemed to
be watching me. It was two stories high and had a chimney on each end. There
was a wide, wrap-around porch with rocking chairs on it just like you’d see in a movie. It was cute. Not my mom’s usual style, but cute. Maybe
she was
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