Synopsis
Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.
Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.
Can one handsome cowboy and a city-girl from LA find common ground is the Hill Country long enough to see beyond a quick fling?
Teaser
They continued chatting about
mundane things as they plodded along. The constant shift of the horse’s rump
made her realize how long it had been since she’d ridden. How far was this place anyway? “Joel?”
“Yeah.”
“How much farther?”
“A mile or so.”
“Hell.”
“Somethin’ wrong?”
“I’m gonna feel every step
this horse took tomorrow.”
A deep laugh started beneath
her fingers and rumbled up his chest until it burst from his lips. “You are too
much, Mesa.”
“I’m glad I could make your
day,” she grumbled, a little put out by his laughter. “I haven’t been on
horseback in ages. My thighs are already screaming mercy.” She felt his body
quiver from laughter again. “How do you ride all day without dying?”
“I’m used to it. I ride all
day everyday so it doesn't bother me.”
“You live on a working
ranch?”
“Yep. Longhorns and city
folk.”
“Huh?”
“We have what most folks call
a dude ranch. We let people come and stay on the ranch. Do ranch work, ride
horses…you know, play at bein’ a cowboy for a while.”
“Really? That sounds like
fun.”
“How long are you in town
for?”
“The conference is over in a
couple of days.”
“So you’re flyin’ or drivin’
home afterward?”
“Flying, yes.”
He got quiet for several
minutes as the horse continued to walk along under his expert guiding hand.
“What kind of books do you write?”
There it
was. “Westerns.”
“Oh yeah? Like cowboys and
Indians? Louie L’Amour type stuff?”
She shook her head and almost
unseated herself from the back of the horse. A fistful of his shirt kept her in
place. “No. Like cowboys and the love of their lives. I write erotic modern
westerns.”
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Sandy
Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her
husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses,
play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her
home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to
listen to it while she writes.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
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