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  Should she pretend to be the woman he loves?

  Working with new client and ex-lover Risk Boone is bound to be...enticing. So April Adams dons a fake engagement ring to ward off temptation. But when they’re stranded together at a remote lodge, there’s no running from their attraction—especially after Risk hits his head and wakes up thinking April’s his fiancée! Will she tell him the truth...or go along for the ride?

  “Do you remember anything now?” she whispered.

  “No, but I do know one thing. This feels right.”

  “Well, yes, but...you don’t remember me.”

  “You’ve been caring and worried and, well...I think I do know you. Somehow, I feel you with me. I see how compassionate you are,” he said, taking her head in his hands. His eyes were bright and intense and, goodness, he looked like Risk again, even with the bandage around his head. “And I’m certainly responding to you.” He planted a beautiful kiss to her mouth and then paused. “Unless, we haven’t done this before? Have we? Tell me we have.”

  “We’ve done this before.”

  “I need you, April. I need the connection.”

  She absorbed those words, which touched her deep down in her soul. She’d never reacted to any man the way she’d reacted to him. This Risk was sincere, genuine and sweet. This Risk was in need of more than sex, but intimacy, a bridge to his past.

  And today, she was it.

  * * *

  Stranded and Seduced is part of the

  Boone Brothers of Texas series.

  Dear Reader,

  Sometimes things happen that change the course of your whole life. For River “Risk” Boone, losing his status as rodeo champ and being dumped by his superstar girlfriend do just that. Now Risk is immersed in the family business at Boone Incorporated—something far less thrilling...until he seeks the expertise of beautiful Realtor April Adams for a new Boone company acquisition. April desperately needs the sale of Canyon Lake Lodge to keep her agency afloat, but she’s been personally burned by Risk once before, leaving her disheartened, so she and her friends concoct a fantastic lie to keep Risk from blurring the lines between professionalism and personal attraction.

  Add in a vicious Texas storm, two people dedicated to their individual purposes, a remote abandoned lodge, undeniable sexual attraction, and we have ourselves a story!

  There’s more to this tale than meets the eye, with several twists and turns along the way, but no spoilers here, I promise. Only a read that will hopefully entertain and make you smile, while stirring up deep emotions for two people totally attracted to each other, but not necessarily destined for love.

  Until they are.

  Happy reading!

  Charlene Sands

  Charlene Sands

  Stranded and Seduced

  Charlene Sands is a USA TODAY bestselling author of more than forty romance novels. She writes sensual contemporary romances and stories of the Old West. When not writing, Charlene enjoys sunny Pacific beaches, great coffee, reading books from her favorite authors and spending time with her family. You can find her on Facebook and Twitter, write her at PO Box 4883, West Hills, CA 91308, or sign up for her newsletter for fun blogs and ongoing contests at charlenesands.com.

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  The Secret Heir of Sunset Ranch

  Redeeming the CEO Cowboy

  Heart of Stone

  The Texan’s Wedding Escape

  Heart of a Texan

  Boone Brothers of Texas

  Texan for the Taking

  Stranded and Seduced

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt from Black Tie Billionaire by Naima Simone

  One

  April always knew her luck would run out one day.

  In a town the size of Boone Springs, she couldn’t avoid River “Risk” Boone forever.

  But she hadn’t expected to see the tall, handsome Texan walk into her real estate agency that morning.

  Her stomach in knots, she gazed at him from across her desk. He tipped his hat back, his eyes a mesmerizing dark brown, his skin still as bronzed as it had been in his rodeo days. Wearing crisp jeans and a tan button-down shirt, his business casual attire and good looks turned heads in the Texas town founded by his ancestors. He’d turned her head once, too, and that had been a big mistake.

  “Hello, April.”

  The deep timbre of his voice, the way he drawled her name, gentle and sure, rang in her ears. On wobbly legs she rose from her desk. “Risk, w-what are you doing here?”

  His brows arched as he looked her over from head to toe, a gleam in his eyes as if he was remembering the night they’d shared. Heat rose up her throat, and she was stunned Risk still had the ability to jumble her thoughts.

  Clovie, her assistant and good friend, gave her a quizzical look from the desk adjacent to hers. Clovie knew something about her past history with him.

  “I’m here on Boone business. I understand you’ve spoken with my brother Mason’s secretary about the Canyon Lake property.”

  “Yes, that’s correct. I answered some of her questions about the lodge. But that’s as far as it went. I, uh, do we have an appointment?”

  She knew darn well they didn’t. And she also knew darn well she wasn’t going to turn him away on some false premise that he needed to make one. She didn’t know why she’d asked that question, other than a bad case of nerves. It’s not as if she could ignore a member of the Boone family. The three Boone brothers were wealthy cattle ranchers and entrepreneurs. They owned much of the town.

  “Never mind,” she said. “If you have questions about Canyon Lake Lodge, I can help you.”

  He gave her a nod. “Apparently you did a great job talking up the lodge, because we’re definitely interested in finding out more about—” Risk stopped speaking. Oh God, he’d noticed the pain in her eyes, the frown she couldn’t conceal.

  Two years ago, they’d spent one night together. She hadn’t expected diamonds and flowers afterward, but she had expected him to be there when she woke up in the morning.

  “Listen, is there someplace we can talk privately?” Risk asked after a long pause.

  Clovie piped up instantly. “I’ve got the bank deposit ready, April. I was just leaving.” She stood, gathering up a folder and hoisting her handbag over her shoulder. “I’ll stop for lunch and see you in an hour or so.”

  “Okay.”

  Clovie dashed out quickly as both watched her leave and shut
the door behind her.

  “Ask and ye shall receive.” April’s sardonic tone shifted Risk’s attention back to her. She was at a complete loss. Seeing him stirred up deep feelings of hurt and abandonment again. Mostly she hated that Risk Boone, the ex-rodeo champion, had treated her like one of his buckle bunnies when she’d believed they’d really connected that night in Houston. Though he’d once been her secret high school crush, the fantasy-come-true night they’d shared two years ago had turned into a bad memory.

  “April, look, I’m here because you have the listing for Canyon Lake Lodge. I’m the new head of real estate acquisitions for Boone Inc. My brothers want to expand the business and like the idea of opening a lodge. I didn’t make an appointment because I wasn’t sure you’d see me. I owe you an apology.”

  “You were afraid I wouldn’t want to see you?”

  “Judging by the sound of your voice, I’m not far from the mark, am I?”

  “Your apology is a little late in coming, wouldn’t you say?” She folded her arms across her middle, not in a show of attitude but to help brace herself. “That was quite some time ago.”

  “I’ve been working out of town a lot these past few years. It’s not an excuse, but simply the truth.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Listen, I was in a bad place back then. I couldn’t stay. Shannon really messed me up and, well, I wasn’t ready for...you. I couldn’t give anything back. I guess—no, I know—I ran scared. And I’m sorry.”

  I wasn’t ready for...you.

  Oh God, what a silly fool she’d been thinking that talking openly and sharing confidences and making love throughout the night would mean something, when all she’d been to him was a one-night stand.

  She’d known about his two-year relationship with superstar actress Shannon Wilkes—the tabloids had made sure the entire country was well versed in the details of their relationship and scandalous breakup. Risk had been a rodeo celebrity at the top of his bronc-busting game, and Shannon had won a Golden Globe. They’d been paired as a super couple, until Risk took a bad fall from a bronc, injuring his shoulder and ending his rodeo career. Shortly after, Shannon broke up with him and immediately got involved with a top NFL quarterback, breaking Risk’s heart and humiliating him in front of the entire country—the life he’d known all but gone. “Twice Dumped” had been the headline, showing side-by-side photos of him grounded by the stallion and an unflattering pose of him and Shannon.

  If only April hadn’t seen a recovering Risk guest hosting the Houston rodeo that day. If only she hadn’t bumped into him later at the hotel bar. If only he hadn’t been so vulnerable and open and kind to her that night, good sense might have prevailed. But they’d really connected that night, and his lovemaking led her to think impossible things.

  But never in her wildest expectations had she thought he’d walk out on her the next morning without so much as an explanation, a note, a goodbye. It cheapened what might have been the best night of her life.

  “Okay, I get it.”

  Risk exhaled, seeming relieved. “You accept my apology?”

  If he’d come exclusively to apologize, it surely would’ve meant more. “Risk, why don’t we just drop it and keep our personal lives out of this. Have a seat and we’ll get down to the real reason you’re here.” She couldn’t help the jab; he deserved it, and judging by the frown on his face, it hit the mark.

  “Fine.”

  They both sat down, and she pulled the file for the listing. She had one month left on her contract with the owner, Mr. Hall, and selling the $5.3 million lodge would put her struggling agency in the black well into next year.

  “Let’s focus on the potential of the property,” she said.

  He nodded, and his gaze roamed over the office, leisurely taking it all in. “But first let me say I like what you’ve done here. The place never looked this good when it was ole Perry Bueller’s shop.”

  “Mr. Bueller was selling antiques. I had to modernize a bit, but I was hoping to keep some of the charm of the old place.”

  April had opened her own real estate agency in Boone Springs one year ago with goals to be the premiere high-end listing company in the county. She’d worked for three years in adjacent Willow County learning the ropes and getting her feet wet, but when Perry Bueller decided to retire and sell this storefront property in the heart of Boone Springs, April knew it was time to take action to realize her dream of living and working in her hometown. She’d scraped together the money and transformed his rustic antique store into a modern-day office.

  A teardrop crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, beautiful mahogany bookcases hugged the walls and the computer-topped desks made of the finest polished cherrywood were all pieces generously gifted to her by Mr. Bueller, her late grandmother Beth’s dear friend.

  “You’ve done well for yourself, April.”

  She didn’t take Risk’s compliment lightly. April had worked hard, and it was nice to be recognized, but she had to keep it in perspective. She couldn’t allow herself the luxury of liking Risk again, despite his long overdue apology or his Texas charm.

  The last deal she’d worked on had fallen through at the last minute. Six weeks of putting a deal together, all for naught. Her small agency couldn’t take another hit like that, and she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sell the unoccupied lodge to the Boones. She had a mortgage to pay, a reputation to build and a desire so deep to make her dream a success, she wasn’t about to let her feelings about Risk interfere with her goals. “T-thank you.”

  She gave Risk the file on Canyon Lake Lodge and pointed to the photos. “As you can see, it’s a great piece of property.”

  “It’s remote.”

  “I like to think of it as secluded, a perfect place for a getaway. The lodge is set back in the hills, miles away from traffic and the town. There’s something for everyone, whether it’s kicking back and relaxing or outdoor activities. The lake is amazing, and there could be horseback riding and fishing and boating. It’s a perfect place for vacationers to experience nature.”

  “It gives rustic a whole new meaning. It’s overgrown. Looks like it’s falling apart.”

  She held her breath. “Looks can be deceiving.”

  “Or they can be dead-on.”

  “There’s wiggle room for negotiation. And there’s an intriguing story behind the lodge’s history. I have the articles here.” She reached into her drawer and came up with a manila folder with articles written about the lodge from sixty years prior. “You can read up on it. The research is fascinating. I have no doubt the lodge could be marketed in a very appealing way when the time comes to book guests.”

  She set the folder on the desk, and Risk flipped through the articles. “You’ve done your homework, haven’t you?”

  “I always do.”

  Risk looked up from the file just as she did, and their eyes met. A sizzle worked its way down to her toes. She was close enough to breathe in his scent, to be reminded of her fantasy night with him.

  “I’m impressed,” he drawled in that special way he had.

  She jerked back and fiddled with the papers on her desk.

  “Mind if I take a better look at these articles?”

  “No, of course not. Take them with you.”

  He rose, and she came around the desk to walk him to the door. When she was standing beside him, he filled her space, and she swallowed hard. “I’d better get back to work. If you have any further questions or would like to see the property, don’t hesitate to call. The number is inside the folder.”

  “Give me a day or two. I’ll definitely be in touch.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  “Oh, and April?”

  She gazed into eyes that had softened on her. He seemed ready to say something but then shook his head. “Never mind.”

  She closed the door behind him and slumped
in relief.

  After two years, she’d finally spoken to Risk Boone again.

  And because of a possible sale to Boone Inc., she had to hold back on the choice words she’d reserved just for him to hear.

  * * *

  Normally April didn’t go out on a work night, but tonight was special. Tonight was her best friend’s birthday, and she couldn’t let the party go on without her. Jenna Mae turned the big three-oh today; it was monumental. So April donned her black party dress with silver rhinestone straps and met her friends for drinks at the Farmhouse Bar and Grill, a honky-tonk that was always bustling no matter the day of the week.

  It was live band Thursday, and Jenna Mae kept glancing at the guitarist up on the platform stage. She was newly single after a disheartening breakup with a guy who didn’t know the ass end of a donkey. Jenna was better off without him, and April and Clovie had let her know it. Because that’s what friends did. When a storm was brewing, they got out their rain jackets and umbrellas and shielded each other as best they could.

  April finished off her first mango margarita as all eight girls swarmed around Jenna Mae at their table near the long, handcrafted Farmhouse bar. They were already an hour into the celebration; gifts had been opened and funny birthday cards passed around.

  “Yum, this is delicious,” Jenna said, taking a big bite of her cupcake catered by Katie’s Kupcakes. “Thanks for this, April. I’m glad you’re here. Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

  “I wouldn’t have missed it, Jenna. You know that.”

  Jenna put her arm around April’s shoulders. “I do know that. I’m just glad you moved back from Willow County when you did.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Are things getting any easier?” Jenna asked. “Sold any big-ass mansions lately?”

  “I wish. Actually, I’m waiting to hear back on a potential huge deal. If I land it, it would keep the agency afloat into next year.”

  The waitress came by with another round of drinks. April wasn’t a big drinker, but number two looked good, so she grabbed it up and took a sip.