Ranch
hand Aidan Brackston has built a new life at the Diamond J, and he keeps women
at arm’s length to protect his secret . . . until he walks into the local
scrapbook store on an errand for his boss. When he accidentally knocks Gina on
her ass, she respond with a slap . . . and the fireworks begin.
Single mom Gina Montgomery has her hands full running a business and taking care of her little boy. The last thing she needs is a man in her life, but when a tall, dark and sexy cowboy strides into her store, she’s reminded that she’s still a young woman with hopes and desires.
Just as passion ignites between Aidan and Gina, her little boy is kidnapped by rustlers. Will the two of them be able to save her little boy . . . even if that means exposing Aidan’s secret?
Single mom Gina Montgomery has her hands full running a business and taking care of her little boy. The last thing she needs is a man in her life, but when a tall, dark and sexy cowboy strides into her store, she’s reminded that she’s still a young woman with hopes and desires.
Just as passion ignites between Aidan and Gina, her little boy is kidnapped by rustlers. Will the two of them be able to save her little boy . . . even if that means exposing Aidan’s secret?
She gave herself a shake.
Ridiculous. That’s what this whole thing was. How could she even think about
being attracted to a man, much less some minimum-wage making cowboy? If she
ever did allow herself to fall for a man, he would have to be perfect. A solid,
respectable man with a good job, who was kind and caring and thoughtful.
Preferably good looking.
Granted, this guy met the height
and weight requirements.
But he looked dark and dangerous,
which she didn’t need in her life.
She took a deep breath, gathered
her thoughts and pointed to the display. “Here are some blank cards, or you
could do something on 8 ½ by 11 paper. Do you prefer cards or flyers?”
He shrugged. She let her eyes
wander up and down him one more time. Waves of dark hair peeked out from under
his black Stetson, probably permanently curled around his hat. Yes, he
definitely had the physical attributes her dream man would have, even the blue
eyes, but cowboy didn’t fit into her equation anywhere.
She pulled a plastic bag from a
hook and held it up. “A card would be my suggestion.”
He took the package of blank
cards from her, and his fingertips brushed hers. His hands were rough and
calloused, a working man’s hands, yet his touch was gentle. The cowboy turned
the package over and looked at it from every direction, doubt clouding his
tanned features. His hat dipped slightly on his forehead as his dark eyebrows
pinched together in a frown. He glanced at her and asked, “What do I do with
them?”
Lori
is the author of four books, and serves as a mentor for aspiring writers. She
is a creative soul trapped in a paralegal’s body. Several years ago, she
discovered (and won) National Novel Writing Month and rediscovered the joy of
escaping into a world of her own creation.
She
lives in rural Missouri with her husband. One very spoiled Miniature Schnauzer
and Miniature Beagle allow Lori and her husband to live in their house, and the
outside is patrolled by BK (short for Barn Kitty) and Patches (a sweet tom cat
stray that missed his calling as a lap cat).
Her
novels cover everything from romance to thrillers, but mystery is the thread
that binds them all together. Her favorite authors are Tawna Fenske, Tierney
James, Colleen Donnelly, Allison Merritt, Lisa Medley, Lea Waite, Susan
Mallery, Hugh Howey, HP Mallory and, well, the list goes on and on.
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