Howdy! It’s Donna Michaels, and I’m excited about the release of my contribution to the Cowboy Justice 12-Pack as a single! Some of you may have already read COWBOY LAWE in the 12-Pack, which hit the USA Today list! Thank you! For anyone who missed it, or wants to have the single, it is now available at all outlets, and even in print!
Cowboy Lawe is the fourth story in my Dangerous Curves Series, a series featuring strong, former military heroines, and the alpha men who capture their hearts. These stories are hot, with a dash of danger, and a hint of humor!
More than curves make these women dangerous…
In order to keep close to an alpha cowboy her boss wants protected, Knight agent Tara Lynch draws on her acting skills to play a scared schoolteacher who witnessed the murder of a hitman, and on her restraint to resist falling for the sexy cowboy.
Former SEAL Callahan ‘Rook’ Lawe agrees to help his old commander, but with his hands already full investigating accidents on his training ranch that put his brother in the hospital, his attraction to the beautiful woman is a distraction he doesn’t need.
“I’ve got another job for you.”
Tarah’s head jerked back. Knight was sending her back out into the field?
Steel blue eyes narrowed briefly, but he passed her and TJ a file without acknowledging her surprise. “Brooke is coming in to fly you to Texas to help Rook.”
She frowned. “I thought he was on leave or something.”
A former SEAL, Rook was a buddy of Sam’s who’d recently joined the agency, but, so far, he and Tarah had yet to cross paths. Last she’d heard, the cowboy had headed back to Texas to help his brother.
“Sort of.” TJ drummed his fingers on the file. “He went home because his brother took an unexpected swan dive off the barn. Right, bossman?”
Knight nodded. “Yes. The two of them own a ranch that trains agents from all walks of law enforcement. His brother Remy runs the place, and last week, he suffered a broken shoulder and concussion when someone knocked a ladder out from under him.”
That would explain her brother’s unexpected remark. She flipped open the file and stared at a snapshot of a handsome man with brown hair and an easy grin that never reached his brown eyes.
Remy Lawe. Rook’s brother.
Former Green Beret. Former CIA. Thirty. Single. His features were almost chiseled. He’d obviously been through hell. She flipped to the next page, and breath caught in her throat at the photo of the Knight agent she had yet to meet.
Callahan “Rook” Lawe.
Damn, Rook was handsome. Jet black hair, high cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes, and a strong jaw she’d wager always needed a shave. Former SEAL. Thirty-two. Single.
A fact she’s already known, but it still sent warmth to her heart.
He was her coworker. And judging by the width of his shoulders and set jaw, he was a force to be reckoned with.
If someone was targeting Remy, then Rook was more than qualified to protect his brother. The former SEAL’s presence, even in a photo, was imposing. It didn’t quite make sense why Knight was sending her, unless…there was more.
“What else has happened, sir?” She raised her chin.
A slight twitch to Knight’s lips was an indication he appreciated her astuteness. “Besides missing mail, power outages, and kittens mysteriously showing up at the ranch, yesterday, Rook’s truck blew up.”
TJ lurched forward. “What?”
“Is he all right? Was anyone injured?” she asked, her heart strangely lodged in her throat.
Knight shook his head. “No one was inside. It was parked in the driveway.” A line etched between his brows. “I offered help on several occasions, but the stubborn fool turned me down. I was prepared to let him handle his family’s business, but not now. Not when one of my agents is threatened. That’s why I’m sending you, Tarah.”
She straightened in her seat. “Yes, sir. What do you want me to do? Help him investigate? Protect him and Remy? Does he have a list of names I can start on?”
“No.” Knight stared at her. “He doesn’t know you’re coming. Exactly.”
She cocked her head and frowned. “What do you mean?”
Instinct told her she wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Rook doesn’t want any help, but he’s getting it anyway.”
“I don’t understand.” But she tensed her shoulders because she had a sinking feeling she did.
“I got him to agree to help me with a protection detail.”
“Today, at noon, he’s expecting Tarah Swanson, witness to a mob hit.” He thrust his finger toward her file. “It’s all in there.”
“Oh, look, sis, you’re a schoolteacher from D.C.” TJ flashed her a grin. “Wow, you really are tough. Some of those districts are rough.”
She ignored her brother and skimmed the next page in the folder. Her page.
“Memorize your profile,” Knight said. “Rook has never met you, and you need to lay low until we can assess the fallout from Serrano, so this is a win/win.”
TJ’s snicker echoed through the empty warehouse. “No, bossman, it’s priceless. Rook thinks he’s protecting Tarah from mobsters, when Tarah is actually there to protect Rook from this unknown bomber.”
“Protect, and investigate.” Knight sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “I need you to equip Tarah with a burn phone, and one of those bracelet communicator things you gave Nikki.”
“Will do.” TJ sprang to his feet and disappeared into his pit.
She was thrilled to have an assignment, but hated being dishonest to a fellow agent. With determination setting her shoulders, she turned back to her boss and opened her mouth.
“No, Tarah. It has to be this way.”
Damn man was a mind reader.
He leaned closer. “Rook made it very clear he didn’t want help. But he’s getting it anyway.”
“Surely, once I arrive and introduce myself, he wouldn’t turn me away.”
Knight’s lips split into a grin as he barked out a laugh. “The man is stubborn as hell. And a former SEAL used to relying on himself. He’s damn good. I trained him that way. So, no, he would not think twice to toss you over his shoulder and carry you back on the plane.”
She’d like to see him try.
But kept the comment to herself.
“I’m sorry to put you in this position, Tarah, but you’re going to have to pretend to be that schoolteacher, do what Rook tells you, all while guarding his six.” His brows drew together. “Can you do that?”
She lifted her chin. “Of course, sir.”
Thanks for reading,