Looking for the ultimate childhood friends to lovers, MMF, Cowboy/Cowgirl romance? Look no further! Time to get Reckless with Reckless Hearts by J WIlder.

This is seriously one of my fav cowboy romances this year!

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Dutch gets fed up with Kara’s sassy behaviour

As the wagons slowly came to a halt you looked out. The new camp, was going to be on the edge of a lake. A cool breeze blew in from the water, making the air less muggy.

Tilly jumped off the back of the wagon, and Dutch walked around to the back.

"Just stay there Kara, until Miss Grimshaw and Mr Pearson, have the tents set up."

"Oh please Dutch, I'm fed up of being inside all the time." You begged.

Dutch looked at you, and shook his head. "You'll only be in the way, besides you need to rest."

"I could sit by the lake, I won't be any trouble," you suggested.

"You heard me, now lay down and rest. I'll come and get you when the tent is ready, and not before!" he scolded.

You folded your arms, and laid back down, frowning at no one in particular, as you kicked the side of the wagon.

"Fuck!" you grumbled, under your breath. All you had managed to do was hurt your foot.

Before you had a chance to worry whether you had hurt it badly, you felt hands grasp your ankles and drag you to the end of the wagon.

You gasped in surprise. You were even more surprised, when Dutch grabbed your waist, and flung you over his shoulders.

"Hey!" you yelled, "put me down.

Because of the position you were in, you couldn't even grab hold of him, so you balled your fists and tried hitting him, "I said put me down," you shouted again, slightly more agitated.

Dutch chuckled, as he strode across what would be the new camp, to the lake.

"You need to learn some manners young lady."

You carried on hitting him, and wriggling to try and get free, but to no avail. You'd seen his muscles up close. You knew how strong he was. There was no way you were going to get free, with your current level of strength. In fact, there was no way you would have got free, even if you were in good health.

Dutch walked onto the jetty, until he reached the end.

"You wanted to see the lake, baby girl, here it is, nice and close." he chuckled.

With one swift move you felt yourself flying through the air, heading towards the water of Flat Iron lake.

As you hit the water, you went under. But quickly managed to resurface, due to the salty water aiding your buoyancy.

You glared at Dutch, standing on the jetty with his arms folded, laughing.

"You bastard, what if I couldn't swim!" you yelled at him.

"Well you would've soon learnt, wouldn't you," he smirked.

You saw Hosea walk up behind him, "Do you think that's a good idea, considering her recent health," he asked, a concerned look on his face.

Dutch turned around and looked at Hosea, "If she's well enough to have a temper tantrum, and kick the side of the wagon. She's well enough to take a bath," he smirked.

He stared at you, “Good day?” he huffed.

You nodded, “Pearson is happy, he has plenty of meat, and Arthur introduced me to Seamus.”

Dutch looked at you, and narrowed his eyes, “sounds as though Charles enjoyed himself too!” he scoffed.

You sighed, “Arthur told you.”

Dutch scowled, “well it doesn’t appear that you were going to.” he growled. “and the way he’s looking at you, doesn’t seem that you’ve complained about it too much either.”

You rolled your eyes, “Your jealous!” you exclaimed.

“I have every right to be, when you go off flirting with everyone, all I want is a little loyalty!” he snapped.

You stared at Dutch and shook your head, “I don’t believe you just said that, I’m not Micah!” you retorted.

You saw the look on his face as you walked into the tent, it was like you had just poured salt on an open wound. But you didn't care. How dare he accuse you of being disloyal.

You quickly changed your clothes, as the ones you had been out hunting in had blood on them.

You stormed out the tent, and strode across towards where you had hitched Lucky.

“Where are you going?” Dutch yelled after you.

You ignored him, and mounted Lucky.

Dutch and Kara receive a gift

It was getting late, and you stifled a yawn. Being here with Dutch and Hamish, was the happiest you had been, since losing the baby.

Hamish stood up, and walked over to a cabinet on the other side of the room.

"I like you two," he acknowledged, "I like you a lot."

He pulled out a small metal box.

"I've seen a thing or two, and I know that sometimes good people, end up in bad situations," he chuckled, "and vice versa."

"I've not met all your people," Hamish continued, "but those I have met, Arthur for instance, and those you have told me about, Seem like good people too."

Hamish sat down, and opened the box.

He handed a sheaf of paper to Dutch. "I want you to have this, and I want you to go and settle down, and live the good life, you both deserve."

Dutch looked at the papers that Hamish had handed him.

"Hamish, I cant take this. Its too much." Dutch declared.

Hamish laughed, "I'm not a young man any more, I'll never use it. It's not like I paid for it, the army gave me the land as compensation when I lost the leg. I already had this cabin, its all I want, far enough away from civilisation to live how I please." He hesitated, "sounds to me that's exactly what you need."

You looked at Dutch, "what is it?"

Dutch smiled, "Its our future, baby girl."

Dutch looked at Hamish, "You'll promise to visit, and if the time comes when you can't manage out here by yourself,  you'll come and join us?"

Hamish chuckled. "I've no idea what state its in, you might be cursing me."

Dutch shook his head, "No Hamish, never that. Its land, a place to start, where we wont have to keep looking over our shoulder."

Hamish nodded, "anyway, I'm heading to bed. Sorry I can't offer you anything more than a place to put your bedroll."

Dutch smiled, "You've given us so much already, and I'm not talking about the deeds."

Hamish smiled, and raised a hand, waving goodnight as he headed into his bedroom.

Dutch put the bedrolls on the floor and you laid down. Dutch laid on his side, leaning on his elbow, his chin resting in his hand, gazing at you.

You smirked, "what are you staring at Mr Van Der Linde?"

Dutch leant over, and gently tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

Dutch rescues Kara from Angelo Bronte

 You laid there and focussed on your breathing, the way Dutch had taught you, to try and help with the pain. It worked somewhat, but you kept losing the focus thinking about your baby, and if it was going to be ok.

 The room began to dim, as the sun began to set.

 You once again heard the click of a lock, and the door opened.

 The man that had dragged you up here stood there.

“You can go,” he stated.

 You sat up, and hissed, as a shaft of pain went through your stomach and back.

 He grabbed your arm and helped you up.

 After leaving the room, he guided you to the stairs. Once downstairs he let go of your arm. One of the doors opened in the downstairs hallway.

 Dutch emerged from the room. As you saw him you sobbed, and he rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you. His hand on the back of your head, pressing it to his chest.

“It’s ok baby girl, I’m here now. Lets go home,” he soothed.

 He helped you outside and through the big double gates, which one of Bronte’s men closed behind you.

 You suddenly doubled over as another wave of pain hit you.

 Dutch rubbed your back, “Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, slightly panicked.

 He looked you over. “Oh my god, baby girl, you’re bleeding!”

Looking for a cowboy standalone romance that is perfection? Check out Reckless Hearts by J Wilder!!

Book Blurb:

Falling for a cowboy was never the plan. Let alone two.

I’m giving myself one last summer before I have to go back to the real world.

One last chance to say goodbye to the boys I left behind.

Colt is all easy charm and wicked smiles.

Maverick is a quiet storm and rough edges.

Together, they were once my entire world. Best friends, always tangled up in each other.

Until everything fell apart.

Now they ride bulls for a living and the bond between them is more complicated than ever.

Hands that hesitate, then stay. Eyes that don’t look away. That hot, aching tension begging to be broken.

It’s every frayed edge finding its match.

It’s finally having everything we were too afraid to dream of.

Not Colt. Not Maverick.

All three of us.

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