Humbling Her Cowboy (EBOOK)

The McLintoc Millers aren’t quite like their cousins to the north. Solomon, the second oldest of the six sons, had never really thought of why.

As the main heir of the Texas ranching empire, Solomon is focused on the family business. Growing, gaining and improving… that’s what it’s always been about.

But… all of that comes screeching to a halt when he runs into a vandal defacing his family’s property. A beautiful vandal.

Frenchie hasn’t had the easiest life. On the run since she was seventeen, she went from lower class right to impoverished and hasn’t really been able to get back up since. She’s seen the worst of the world, the darkness that lurks in so many people, and what happens when dollar bills are worth more than a person’s life.

When she meets a man who has it all, she’s sure she already has him pegged. But then, little by little, he begins to contradict all the rules she learned for survival.

Is he playing the long con, or is it possible that someone like him would even care about someone like her…

TROPES
✅ Sweet Billionaire Cowboy Romance
✅ Opposites Attract
✅ Rags to Riches
✅ Light Romantic Suspense

Author’s Note:
Miller Brothers of Texas is a spin-off series of my best-selling series Brothers of Miller Ranch. Fans have liked the Miller brothers so much I decided we couldn’t give them up just yet! This series is all about their cousins in Texas who own a Texan ranching empire. This series will take you on a journey with six handsome brothers who end up helping their father realize there’s more to ranching than just a profit. Each book is 60,000 sweet words long!

Download a Miller Brothers of Texas eBook today and come on this sweet cowboy journey with me!

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🤠 ❤ Solomon could only stand there, torn between his shock and his anger. How dare he!? Dad didn’t understand a single thing that these people went through. He didn’t understand how lucky the entire Miller family was. That the things in their life were blessings, not something that they could boastingly take credit for.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Solomon said with uncharacteristic boldness.

That stopped the man in the middle of his exit and he finally turned to fully face Solomon.

“What’s going on? You’re not turning into one of them snowflakes that demands everything be handed to them and sings kumbaya on some hippie commune, are you?” Dad said.

Solomon didn’t even dignify that with a response. Finally, he understood why Frenchie said the things that she said about the rich, why she didn’t trust anyone. He stormed past his father and went right back to his car.

No one had even had a chance to move it. Grabbing his keys, he found himself getting right back on the road. It took him a couple of minutes to even realize where he was going. He hadn’t had a plan, yet he recognized that he was driving right back to the city.

To the hotel.

He was practically shaking with anger by the time he arrived, knocking on the door with a bit more force than he had intended. He should have known better; too aggressive of a knock would sound far too much like the cops for a room that was full of people who weren’t exactly on the best terms with law enforcement.

But surprisingly, Frenchie did open the door. He saw that two of the three young ones were gone, but Alabama was sitting by Tawny’s bed, gently wiping her tear-stained face with a cool cloth. There was an air of sadness but also of anger in the room, and he couldn’t help but feel the same.

“I’m surprised to see you,” Frenchie murmured, eyeing him warily.

“I’m sorry.” The words were out of his mouth so fast that he almost interrupted her. “For everything. Every moment of everything. For chasing you, for not understanding all of this. For living thirty-three years of my life without doing a darn thing that would really fix any of this. I’m… I’m just so, so, so sorry.”

“I…” She looked to him with wide, hazel eyes that quickly began to water. “I don’t know what to say. It’s not like you personally did this to me. It’s just how the world is.”

“But it shouldn’t be. And I don’t want it to be.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking so helpless. Solomon felt that same compulsion to touch her, to comfort her that he had been ignoring for weeks, but it was beginning to be too much.

“Can I hug you?” he asked, voice thick.

She didn’t speak, but she nodded emphatically. Then Solomon was striding forward with sure steps, wrapping his arms around her and applying what he hoped was enough pressure to be comforting but not uncomfortable.

And he just held her. Because if she was in his arms, then for at least a moment, she wasn’t being hurt. She wasn’t at risk. She was safe and sheltered, and he could keep all the bad things in the world at bay.