A Fake Marriage for the Grumpy Cowboy (Rolston Ranch Brothers #0) Read Online Hanna Hart

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rolston Ranch Brothers Series by Hanna Hart

Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)

August Rolston wanted to escape his small town Texas lifestyle when a gorgeous enemy complicated his reality even more.
The arrogant overachiever, Belle Danson, was the hydroponics expert that he needed for his organic greenhouse.
She was annoyingly driven and also had a special talent for driving August crazy.
The enemies may have learned to tolerate one another when life threw them a major curveball in the form of a wedding ring.
A fake wedding ring.
Belle needed to have one around her finger so she could escape her abusive ex, but the small town had an opinion on their marriage that neither of them were prepared to handle.
August’s attempt to reject his cowboy lifestyle had already led to more problems than he’d anticipated, but little did he know that it was just the beginning.
He was now stuck in a fake marriage with his employee.
One that he hated… or so he thought.



August liked how alien the gleaming silver Airstream trailer looked in the midst of the low, dry scrub brush. The striped blue and white awning flapped in a lazy breeze as if shooing people away from the narrow door. A dull, weather-worn wrought iron table stood between four empty mismatched chairs, looking equally uninviting. The only splash of color was a bright, red-tipped surfboard leaning against the shining trailer like a forlorn tourist.

The only other structure underneath this particular stretch of infinite Texas sky was an old shelter in an abandoned corral. The rusty tin roof stood on four former tree trunks, now stripped white by the sun and wind, that seemed strangely impervious to the weather. August wished he felt the same; if the weather got any hotter, he was considering filling the stock tub and soaking himself in it.

Despite the heat and remote setting, August sighed happily. Since moving out of his brother’s fancy ranch house, he had found new peace and inspiration. Life in Isabel, Texas was nothing like the world he had left behind on the West Coast, but when August was alone, he could finally admit he liked it. He didn’t miss the bustle of San Francisco, the people trying to show each other who was better, or the busy cafe where he worked. Yes, his small hometown lacked the big city amenities like major museums, concert venues, and hot spots, but it was full of genuine people. Now it was time for August to find his genuine self, but it was difficult for him to balance the values and lifestyle he embraced in California with his past and present in Texas.

His thoughts were interrupted by the impatient nickering of a dusty white horse. It shook its black mane as it clomped through the scrub brush and pierced August with an ornery look.

“You’re in the wrong place, my friend,” August told the horse.

August didn’t deal with livestock. It was one of the reasons he had left Texas in the first place. He disliked seeing living things used as machinery, tools, or food. And it was easy to hate the smell of manure, the flies, and the backbreaking work that came along with caring for large animals.

Still, the horse stared at him and August could immediately tell what it wanted. He groaned, giving in, and went to the old well head near the corral fence. “You know you’ll have to go inside the fence to drink, right?”

The fence was falling down but still intact, and the horse had a wild look about it. Now that he was closer, August could see it was an ombré color fading between white and light gray. It had black markings on its legs, a black mane, and a black streak that ran down its head to its black muzzle. Somehow the facial markings only emphasized the sense that the horse was frowning right back at him.

August entered the old corral and tried to coax the horse inside. It reared back and shook its mane. On closer inspection, August could see the horse was well-groomed and most likely belonged to a neighbor. He had no choice but to contain it and try to find its owner. Small town life dictated you couldn’t ignore what your neighbor needed.

“You couldn’t just do it the easy way?” August asked. The gate was wide open but the horse refused to come inside. He unhooked a rope he’d found the day before and hung up in the shelter. “We’re both going to regret this, you know.”

He had thrown the rope, captured the horse, and was wrestling it down onto all four hooves when his brother, Drake, arrived. August was glad that his roping skills had not been completely lost during his West Coast years because his younger brother was one of the best horsemen in Isabel. As much as August hated dealing with livestock, he loved seeing Drake in his element. Neither were things the brothers talked about, so August just nodded and scowled as his brother laughed.