Seeded By The Cowboy

I've ruled this ranch with callused hands and a widow's unyielding spine, staring down endless prairie skies that mock my fading legacy. Isolation carves deeper than any blizzard, but I've sworn off men-sworn to keep my bed cold, my name unchallenged. Until this drifter appears, horse-lathered and wild-eyed, his broad frame blocking the horizon like a storm I can't outride.He shouldn't tempt me. This rough wanderer with hands that promise both ruin and rescue, his gravel voice murmuring claims no decent woman hears. But every glance scorches, every brush of his thigh against mine in the saddle stirs the forbidden hunger I've buried-to yield, to be filled, to feel his seed claim what propriety demands I guard. I defy him with glares and sharp words, yet my body betrays me, thighs clenching at the thought of his weight pinning me down.In the dim barn loft, hay pricking our sweat-slick skin, he takes what's mine in a frenzy of lips and hips, dust swirling like accusations. Under starlit thunder, he surges into me, flooding my core with hot promise, each pulse a dare to shatter my solitude. It's reckless bliss, this breeding fire clashing against my iron independence-tender one breath, conquering the next.My ranch hangs by my grit alone. One slip, one unguarded night, and his potent claim could strip my autonomy bare, leave me heavy with his heir amid whispers of scandal. Pride screams to send him packing at dawn. But what if baring my womb to this untamed force is the only thaw for my frozen heart?A full-length breeding western erotic romance featuring a defiant widowed rancher and a rugged cowboy drifter.