Western Virgin Bride Boxed Set

Alix West


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Western Virgin Bride Boxed Set by Alix West
Five Alpha Cowboys, for Five Sassy Brides
Don’t let the easy going charm of the men from Colter Canyon fool you. Not one would hesitate to put his woman over his knee when she needs a firm and guiding hand. Possessive, protective, and completely in charge, these growly cowboys know exactly how to handle their sweet and sassy brides.

If you like bossy cowboys, and sassy, smart-mouthed heroines, welcome to Colter Canyon.

The Virgin’s Price
The Virgin’s Penance
The Virgin’s Tale
The Virgin’s Confession
The Virgin’s Offer

Excerpt from The Virgin's Price, Chapter One

Ellie Fentress entered the saloon with a silent prayer that she would quickly find Clarice, the madame of the house. The Magnolia wasn’t the type of place good girls frequented, but she needed to speak to Clarice about a business proposition. What she had in mind was a short term agreement. The type of agreement a woman like Clarice could manage with discretion.

She spied Clarice playing poker with three gentlemen, her dress a splash of crimson in the gritty saloon. By the look on her face she was about to claim the pile of coins in the middle of the table. With an unladylike chuckle, she laid down her hand. The men stared in disbelief, then tossed down their cards.

Clarice glanced up. “Ellie, you look as white as a ghost.”

The men left the table, grumbling, taking a half-empty bottle of whiskey with them.

Ellie took a chair, leaned in, and spoke in a whisper. “I’ve been giving your idea some more thought.”

Clarice snorted. “Came to your senses? What you make in a week in your seamstress shop, you could make in one night with one customer.”

Ellie closed her eyes, her mind rebelled at the words, but she forced herself to continue. “I can’t make rent. Momma needed money.”

Clarice shuffled the cards. “Why don’t you ask your handsome landlord to let you pay your rent late?”

Ellie shook her head. “I didn’t pay last month because momma needed money then, too. He already thinks I don’t know anything about owning a business.

He said he’d just let me make it up to him in sewing.”

Clarice stopped shuffling and batted her eyelids. “I’d think of a different way to make rent if I owed it to Dylan Ford.”

Ellie felt her face burn and fought the feelings she had every time she thought of her landlord. Long ago, she’d come to the conclusion that Dylan was the most handsome man she’d ever known. Tall, muscular, eyes the color of a summer morning, she lost herself in thought any time she pictured him. She’d been friends with his little sister, Lizzie, back when they were in school. Even when she was fifteen, Dylan made her nervous and flustered any time she saw him at church or in town. Inscrutable. Ice and steel.

A few years back Lizzie moved to Fort Worth to study music. Ellie still saw Dylan time and again, but whenever she said hello, he gave her a dark look and a response of no more than a word or two. She never knew what she’d done to offend him.

Last year, she’d summoned her courage and approached him about renting space for her shop. He dismissed her out of hand, telling her he didn’t do business with eighteen year old girls. A few days later, she rode out to his ranch to ask him to reconsider.

Sitting in his study, addressing him formally as Mr.
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