Fearless Enough (Love In Montana #1) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Love In Montana Series by Kelly Elliott

Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)

Fearless Enough is a spin-off novel from New York Times bestselling author Kelly Elliott’s Meet Me in Montana series. Readers will head back to Hamilton, Montana, for a family reunion like no other!

Blayze Shaw could sum up his life in one word, fulfilling. He grew up in the shadow of his famous father, Brock Shaw, a multi-year PBR champion, but chose not to follow in his dad’s footsteps. Instead, choosing to work on the family’s cattle ranch in Hamilton, Montana. Everything in his life was exactly how he wanted it, and he was the happiest he’d ever been.
When a woman from his past resurfaces and is given the task of diving deep into his world for the answers he isn’t willing to share, Blayze’s perfect world is thrown into a tailspin. He wants to dislike her, but the more time they spend together bickering back and forth, the harder it is to fight his feelings.
Georgiana Crenshaw is chasing a career as a sports reporter and has something to prove to the top dogs at the network where she works. She hasn’t made it this far simply because of who her father is. Georgiana has succeeded solely due to hard work and determination. She dives in when given a chance to show she has what it takes to get the promotion she desperately wants. Told it will be the interview of a lifetime, Georgiana shows up at the airport with a go-get-’em attitude. Only when her father tells her who she’ll be interviewing does she have a moment of doubt.

But honestly, how hard could it be to interview an arrogant, self-centered, obnoxious, too handsome for his own good flirt, who gave Georgiana her first kiss behind the barn on his father’s ranch?

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Senior Year, College – Bozeman, Montana

We clinked our glasses together before I took a drink of the beer my best friend, Ryan, had just brought to the table.

“Dude, I don’t know how you do it,” Ryan stated after he tasted his beer and stared at it with a frown.

“You don’t know how I do what? And why in the hell are you frowning at your beer?”

He shook his head and looked at me. “This tastes like shit. I can probably make better beer than this.”

I shrugged. “Then make it.”

A wide grin moved over his face. “I might just do that once we graduate.”

“Because you’re going to have so much spare time to brew beer.” I laughed.

He ignored me. “To answer the other part of your question: I don’t know how women just gravitate toward you. Don’t say it’s your good looks. We already know that brings them over to you, but what makes them actually leave with you?”

I let another laugh slip free. It was true. With my dark brown, almost-black hair and blue eyes, I had definitely inherited my father’s good looks. It also helped that I had a fit body—and not one that came from working out in a gym, but from working my ass off on my family’s cattle ranch and helping my uncles break in horses and train bulls for the Professional Bull Riders circuit. Plus, I had been following in my father’s footsteps as a bull rider, until it became clear to me that my true love was our family ranch in Hamilton, Montana.

“It’s called flirting,” a voice said from behind us. Ryan rolled his eyes when he looked past me to see Mindy Reynolds standing there. She walked around and slid onto the barstool next to me.

“Come on, Mindy. Don’t sit there,” he said.

Mindy raised one perfectly arched brow as she glared at Ryan. “And why not?”

He replied, “Because if you sit there, then no women will come over to talk to us.”

She let out a fake laugh. “Trust me,” she said as she hit the tip of Ryan’s cowboy hat, “they won’t pay any attention to little ol’ me sitting here with the two of you. You both ooze handsome cowboy.”

“That’s not true, Mindy.” I took a sip of my beer and set it back down. “You’re a very attractive woman, and either of us would be lucky to be with you.”

Ryan gagged while Mindy dropped her head back and let out a true laugh. She looked at me and pointed.

“That is why you have no problem getting woman, Blayze Shaw. Since the first day I met you in kindergarten, you’ve known how to flirt and make a woman feel wanted. Not the stupid, low, degrading flirting like some do.” Mindy shot a look in Ryan’s direction. He snarled his lip and gave her the middle finger. “But genuine, make-a-woman-feel-special flirting. My guess would be you’ve never had a woman tell you no before.”

An image of a beautiful young girl with golden brown hair and eyes the color of a spring meadow flashed through my mind.

Georgiana. The one girl I had let myself fall for, and the only woman who’d broken my heart and had made me vow to never give it to anyone again. Okay, I was sixteen, almost seventeen, when I made that vow, but I’d yet to meet a woman who made me want to break it.

Chuckling, I answered Mindy before I got lost in thoughts of Georgie. “Oh, I’ve had plenty of women tell me no.”

“But only after you nearly charmed the panties off of them, am I correct?” Mindy winked.

Lifting my beer up to my mouth, I smiled.

At that very moment, two women walked up to the table. A blonde and a redhead. The redhead looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry to bug you, but I think you’re in one of my classes.”

Mindy made some sort of snort-laugh sound next to me. I ignored her and smiled at the redhead. Her eyes locked on the dimple on the right side of my cheek. What was it about a dimple that got a woman turned on?

With a wink in her direction, I replied, “I’m pretty sure I’d remember a stunning woman such as yourself in one of my classes.”

Her cheeks flushed and she glanced at her friend, who was staring at Ryan. He wasn’t bad on the eyes either. Light brown hair with eyes nearly the same color. He was built like me, though a bit taller and with a smile that had melted his own fair share of panties, from what I’d been told. Including Mindy’s, our junior year of high school. That was something they both vowed to never talk about again.

The redhead cleared her throat. “You’re not in Professor McNullen’s finance class, are you?”