Book Blurb:
Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s
daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she
wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that
man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting
to beat him up in a bar fight.
Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living.
Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy.
Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living.
Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy.
Teaser 1
The music coming through the
bar doors as they swung open, had Paige Tyler tapping her boot clad feet to the
beat as she pulled her Harley to the curb. A knowing smile flirted at her lips
when she heard low whistles and cat calls from a group of men nearby. No doubt
they were liking how the soft leather bustier she wore pushed her breast up in
an enticing display. The matching pants that went with it, hugged her ass just
right and showed off how long her legs were. The whole outfit–she
knew–virtually gave the impression that she could give any man she wanted the
vision of a good time.
Her daddy would kill her if
he saw her, but what the hell. This is why she came to Bandera to do her
barhopping. No one here knew her, or her father in this small town bar that
cater to the local cowboys. She glanced up at the huge neon sign of a boot with
a spur hanging off its back.
Over the past few months, she’d
become a regular here at The Dusty Boot. The faded wood exterior reminded her
of an old western saloon with a hitching post and everything. They even had
sawdust on the floor.
Her father didn’t know where
she went on her little excursions. He thought she spent her evenings reading to
the poor little old ladies at the local nursing home, but she always took her
car to the storage building where she kept her bike and clothes. After she
switched out, she’d put on her helmet and hit the highway.
Another round of wolf
whistles had her turning her head in the direction of a pickup truck as she
removed her helmet. Damn, if she had one weakness it was a man in tight
Wrangler’s and dusty boots. She blew him a kiss.
“Oh, honey, come on. I’m sure
you got more than that.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “We’ll
see, cowboy.” With a toss of her brown curls, she waltzed through the double
doors and straight up to the bar. “Hold this back there for me, please.”
“You be careful, Paige,” Dan
said, taking the helmet. “We got a rowdy crowd tonight.”
“I’m always prepared.”
“I know, honey, but I don’t
want to see you get hurt.” He shook his finger at her, making her laugh. She
loved the big, burly guy even though she hadn’t known him long. He reminded her
of an ex-marine with his shaved head and multiple tattoos. “Stay outta trouble,
you hear me?” He’d taken it upon himself to treat her like a daughter he’d
never had.
She blew him a kiss and a
wink that probably drove the man crazy, but he just smiled and shook his head
with a mumble of words she couldn’t hear.
Thanks to all her years of
Tae-Kwon-Do, she’d earned her black belt and knew how to take care of herself
in any situation. She didn’t use it for anything except defense, but sometimes
it took a little persuasion on her part when a man got randy on her.
A crowd of dancers twirled
and whirled around the dance floor in a flash of sequins and denim. She took a
chair at the opposite end of the bar from the door. It helped to keep everyone
in sight in case things got out of hand.
“What are ya drinkin’,
Paige,” Peyton asked her when she approached her end of the bar.
“Hey, Peyton. Coke, please.”
Peyton shook her head and
laughed. “You’re the only woman I know who comes to a bar dressed like that and
drinks Coke.”
She smiled. She sure was an
enigma to most, pre-school teacher, preacher’s daughter who wore leather, rode
a Harley, and hung out in bars on the weekends. “I have to keep my wits about
me. I just want to be around the crowd and music. I don’t need the alcohol if
I’m ridin’.”
The woman set the glass down
in front of her. Paige lifted it to her lips and took a slow sip from the straw
as she turned around to take in the scenery.
Teaser 2
A couple of cowboys pushed
one guy back. “You’re fuckin’ drunk again, Jacob. Why don’t you go home and
sleep it off until next time.”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“You ain’t worth shit
anymore, man.”
“Just play. I’ve got twenty
bucks says I can beat your ass.”
“I ain’t takin’ your money.
You couldn’t shoot pool right now if you tried.”
“Yes, I can.”
The man called Jacob got
right up in the other guy’s face and spit. Oh
shit.
“You did not just fuckin’
spit in my face, man.”
“Yeah, I did. What are you
gonna do about it?”
The bigger man pulled back
his fist and hit Jacob in the stomach, doubling him over with a groan. The
smaller man flew across the bar floor, sliding on his butt until he hit the
wall. Paige got to her feet, moving with the crowd toward the fight. If she had
to get involved, she would. Even though the one called Jacob deserved to get
his ass kicked, she wouldn’t allow the bigger man to beat the shit out of him
especially if it got to be two against one. As he shook his head to clear it,
two guys picked him up and the third punched him in the stomach.
Oh hell no.
“Paige?” the bartender pulled
her back by the arm as she surged forward. “Leave them alone.”
“It’s three against one, Dan.
I can’t have that.” She pushed through the crowd. “Hey, asswipe!”
The bigger guy turned around,
squinting as he looked through the crowd. He was huge. His biceps bulged as he
clamped his hand into a fist. Blond hair peeked out from beneath a straw cowboy
hat. His blue eyes narrowed into slits. “Who said that?”
“Me, fucktard.”
About the Author:
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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