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Book Blurb:
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?
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 #1
A moment later a tap, tap, tap on her window startled her
out of her thoughts. She jumped and screamed as a face appeared near her door.
Blue eyes with long lashes stared back beneath a black cowboy hat. Black hair
ruffled slightly with the wind.
“Ma’am? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“You need to get this car out
of the water. You’ll be washed away. It’s rising fast.”
“I can’t. I’m out of gas.”
“Open the door.”
“Hell, no. Do I look crazy to
you?” she asked, her voice shrill with terror.
“Trust me. If I were a serial
killer, I wouldn’t be out in this shit trying to find women to abduct. I’m
going to help you, but you need to get out of the car first before we’re both
swept away.”
Mesa bit her lip. Should she
trust him?
“Ma’am?”
“All right.” She eased open
the door to find the water almost reached the bottom of the car. The cowboy
pulled the door the rest of the way as she grabbed her purse.
“We have to hurry,” he said,
offering her a hand to help her from the car. “Let me help you. This water is
rushing pretty fast.”
A red horse stood patiently
several feet away with its head down, riding out the storm the only way horses
knew how. A cowboy on a real horse out here in the middle of nowhere? Surely, it’s
safe. I mean serial killers don’t ride horses, right?
Teaser #2
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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This sounds like an awesome book. The more I read, the more I want. Thanks for the teasers.
ReplyDeleteLove this book. Cant wait for more of Sandys cowboys
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ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read this book. It's set in the Hill Country which is where I'm from... love it!
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Hello Jo-Anna! So nice to "meet" you on this blog tour. The rescue scene in this excerpt sure makes me think the rest of the story will be good too. Love the direct way you write dialogue, Jo-Anna. Plus, I love western romance (contemporary or historical...doesn't matter). A double good reason for getting this book! :-) jdh2690@gmail.com
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