Alone in Las Vegas celebrating her business success, city girl Lauren drunkenly falls into the lap of handsome cowboy Grayson Turner. Consumed by lust/alcohol she swiftly shags the shit out of him, before accidentally marrying him (as one does when in Vegas) and then doing a runner in the sober light of day.
The cowboy in question (think Brad Pitt in Thelma And Louise with added business finesse and a dose of utterly unbelievable emotional sensitivity) is secretly a wealthy businessman who moved to the country to start a ranch and save the world. After their brief night of drunken passion, he instantly falls in love and hatches a cunning plan in which he pretends to be just a simple cowboy to win her love (as you do).
After persuading Lauren to visit his ranch for a weekend, if he in turn spends some time in the city, she reluctantly joins him in Hicksville, where they proceed to have lots of mindblowing sex, interspersed with horse-riding in the sunset and living it up Dallas-style.
Lauren puts him through a few city-bitch trials of her own, but then a bizarre family saga like something out of The OC ensues, as she’s a rich daddy’s girl and her overbearing father would never accept a cowboy for a son-in-law. Luckily, Grayson reveals that his dad is in fact the infamous ex-Dallas Cowboys quarterback and oil magnate Beau Turner. So will Lauren and Grayson get to ride (each other) off into the sunset? And where have all the real cowboys gone?
Rhalou Allerhand
By Kate Pearce
Cheek, £8.99