Little Bandit Press
August 20, 2025

Colt Special Edition

I'm taking care of my cocky stepbrother while he recovers from a near-fatal rodeo accident. What could possibly go wrong...

Colt

I was on top of the world—until one bad ride nearly killed me.
Now I can’t even get out of bed without help. And the person stuck taking care of me? Allison James.
My step-sister. My best friend’s little sister. The girl I’ve never been allowed to want.
She says she’s just here to help. But every time she touches me, every time she snaps back at me—I want to break every damn rule.

Allison

He’s always been the golden boy—too charming, too cocky, too hot for his own good.
And way too forbidden.
But now Colt’s broken. Hurting. And mine to take care of.
I swore I was over him. That I’d buried my feelings deep. But when it’s just the two of us, day after day, the heat between us grows too hot to ignore.
I know better than to fall for Colt Campbell.
But what happens when he falls for me right back?

💥 A steamy, slow-burn forbidden romance featuring:
* Stepbrother tension
*Forced proximity / recovery caretaker
* Small town drama
*Cocky golden boy wants the one girl he can’t have
* Secret crush turned explosive chemistry
* Exclusive cover art by the author!

Book 2 in The Bull Riders Series. Each book follows a different tortured cowboy with a guaranteed HEA.

Also In this Series:

Dallas

July 18, 2025
Colt

August 20, 2025
Maverick

September 19, 2025
Maverick Special Edition

September 19, 2025

Excerpt

Colt

No guts, no glory, at least that’s what they say.

I’ve always had plenty of guts, but glory in the way I want it has eluded me.

If my stepsister could hear me say that, she would punch me in the shoulder. She’d say I’ve had nothing but glory my entire life.

I guess that’s true. In some ways. But I’ve never made it to the ultimate championship and won. It’s the one thing that I haven’t managed to get, and that makes everything feel like it doesn’t matter. I’m on a mission this season to get myself back to the bull riding championships and to win.

I lost last year to my best friend, Dallas. And then he retired, which I think was kind of a dick move. Because if my win is going to count, I feel like it has to be against him, and I feel like he quit just so it never could be.

That’s not really fair. He quit because he fell in love. He quit because suddenly he found something that was more important than this.

I don’t have that.

Nothing is more important to me than this.

Everyone thinks I don’t care about much of anything. But they’re wrong. I just don’t want to scare it away by showing it my true feelings.

Because what I am is fucking intense. In a way that I know no one can really handle.

No one but the beast.

I’m standing outside the chute at the arena, looking through the slats in the metal chute at the blue merle bull. He’s huge. Big, blunted horns, his snot dripping out of the front of his nose. A mean bastard.

I’m glad that I drew him.

Stone Cold. And I know that he is. That’s what I need. A killer.

I need a killer, because I need a good ride. Hell, it’s not enough to be good, it’s got to be a bang. At this level, it’s not enough to just stay on for eight seconds.

“Are you going to give me a good show?” I ask, tapping my fist against the chute, getting a reaction out of the bull, who kicks at the side of it.

“Yeah, buddy.”

I climb up the side of the chute and sit on the top, waiting for the right moment to get on the bull’s back.

I get a signal from the gate attendant and get down over the top of him. He jerks underneath me, and I tighten the strap around my hand, adjusting everything, getting a feel for where I’m sitting. I can feel him breathing underneath my thighs.

“All right,” I say. “We are one, buddy.” I lean down and pat the bull on his shoulders and feel them twitch beneath my palm. Hot and revved up, ready to go. “We’re doing this together. You and me. We’re taking this all the way to the championship.”

He kicks the side of the chute aggressively, and I pat him again.

“Twenty-five years old, here in Central Point all the way from Gold Valley, Oregon, folks, over one million dollars in winnings, been to the championships three years in a row, it’s Colt Campbell.”

The music starts, and I know the gate is about to open. I grab on as tightly as I can, nod at the gate attendant, and it bursts open. The bull is all energy. Lightning and thunder as we rumble out into the arena. I maneuver and try to get my body into the best position to find my groove, but I can’t quite seem to get it.

He’s bucking, rolling, and then I realize he’s moving right toward the wall.

Fuck, if that bastard smashes me up against the cement…

But then he moves in an entirely different direction, and I find myself flying through the air. It’s been so long since I’ve been bucked off, I can’t accept what’s happening even as I’m sailing down toward the ground.

But I don’t hit.

Not the arena dirt, anyway.

All of a sudden, there’s a sharp pain in my ribs, and I realize the fucking worst has happened. Stone Cold whips his head underneath me, catches me, and flips me back up into the air.

Then, as I’m coming down again, he lowers his head, grinding my midsection down into the arena dirt as I hit. This isn’t a benign shaking off of the rider. This is intentional destruction.

He comes down on me as he lowers his head and rakes his horns against me again. I feel something hot and wet on my face. For some reason, I think it must be bull snot until I put my hand there and it comes away dark red, and I realize this motherfucker is tearing me to pieces.

I look up into the stands just for one second, as he continues to ravage me.

I’m getting killed in front of my family.

My guts are about to be all over the arena. With no glory to be had.

Colt Special Edition

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