A steamy one-night-stand in the bathroom of a bar in Las Vegas after a world championship win? Yes, please.
Meeting him again months later, only to learn he's my newest competition? Not so much.
The weight of the legacy I carry is a constant tug in my mind, with the ghosts of the generations before me always whispering for me to push harder, train longer, be better.
In the eight seconds I have to ride, everything else falls away, and my sole focus is on doing what I do best.
I am Shooter Graham, consecutive three-time world champion bronc rider. No one has ever come close to taking the title since I've had it… until him.
Sterling Addams. The new cowboy in town with dark hair, eyes like honey, and a taste for me he likes to pretend he doesn't have.
He's green… but he's good. Too good.
Suddenly, the already heavy pressure I'm under multiplies tenfold. The need to beat him, the uncontrollable urge to put him in his place, becomes almost an obsession.
The question is, how far will I go to prove I'm number one?