Platinum Cowboy

Platinum Cowboy
Rita Herron

Platinum Cowboy

Rita Herron

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#ub7f27f05-f5ad-55c5-b70b-0157d693fdab)

Title Page (#ud61c6a1b-404a-5983-a990-8fc92503f212)

About the Author (#uad7d8e5c-1195-5ae2-b0f6-a5dba7af0fef)

Chapter One (#ulink_3bcdcb88-dda4-5d15-a701-0677c1005f88)

Chapter Two (#ulink_1fc82bb0-967d-5153-a507-c3ca69f109e3)

Chapter Three (#ulink_035018a8-b46b-5ecb-bb4c-3de13db7d354)

Chapter Four (#ulink_2dcba72a-6d8c-5cee-aaf4-6f33e8f45807)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Award-winning author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded her storytelling to kids for romance, and writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write to her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA or visit her website at www.ritaherron.com.

To the Diamonds and Daddies team of writers –

you’re the greatest!

Chapter One (#ulink_1bd3f202-2090-5d33-9948-673291ac7069)

His best friend, Prince Viktor Romanov, and the entire royal family had been killed.

Grief welled in Flint McKade’s chest as he strode through the atrium to the airport bar to meet his friends and business associates, Jackson Champion and Akeem Abdul.

Flint’s Aggie Ring winked beneath the fluorescent lights, reminding him of their college days at Texas A&M and that the four men had called themselves the Aggie Four.

But now one of them was gone.

Emotions clogged Flint’s throat. How could they be the Aggie Four with only three men? It wasn’t right…

And to think that when he’d first met Viktor, he’d scoffed at his title. Hell, he’d been a poor cowboy with a bad attitude and a chip on his shoulder, a kid who’d grown up with no chance for a future.

Unless he made it himself.

A cowboy and prince as friends—never.

After all, he’d never lived anywhere but on the ranch where his parents worked. Viktor had grown up as a middle-class boy in London and had gone to schools all over the world. His entire family had been exiled from their country, Rasnovia. So Viktor had gone to school on scholarships, with the goal of giving his life to his country.

That had impressed the hell out of Flint. Seeing Viktor so determined had inspired Flint to believe that he could accomplish big goals himself. Then he’d learned that Viktor had lost his father when he was a teen, and they’d bonded over shared grief.

Viktor had introduced him to Akeem, a sheik from Beharrian, and another unlikely friendship had formed. In their fraternity, their tight-knit brotherhood had spread to encompass Jackson, sealing the Aggie Four.

Each of them had had to overcome almost insurmountable obstacles to achieve success. But they were driven, ambitious and determined.

Instead of future business leaders of America, they’d vowed to become future billionaires. Self-made billionaires.

And each had succeeded.

Once they’d built their financial empires, they’d decided to give back by creating a nonprofit foundation to raise money for charities.

Flint spotted his friends’ dejected faces as they sat slumped at a bar table, a pitcher of beer untouched in front of them, with three mugs waiting.

Three, not four.

One member of their brotherhood was missing.

Killed, of all times and places, in a violent explosion at the palace on Rasnovian Independence Day.