I accidentally married a cowboy... and he’s not giving me back. It was supposed to be fake. We got married on stage in a Vegas bar—part of a rodeo weekend promotion promising prize money to the couple brave enough to say I do. Win the cash, kiss for the crowd, walk away richer. Easy. Only it wasn’t. Because one night with him was enough to ruin me. That smile. That drawl. That body pressed against mine in the honeymoon suite. Now the marriage is real. At least for thirty days. And my new cowboy husband? He’s not acting like this is temporary. Every touch, every kiss, every possessive look says he’s already claimed me. And by the way he’s looking at me, thirty days won’t be nearly long enough.