Road to Glory

ISBN Digital: 9781509201877
ISBN Print: 9781509201877
Page Count: 254
Word Count: 65560
Rating: Sensual

Glory Beebe intends to fulfill her deceased father’s dream of breeding bulls for the rodeo. When her foreman offers her ranch as a refuge for a rodeo rider broken in body and spirit, she must pull her own broken and betrayed heart together and do her best to accommodate a man who was a hero in her eyes. Once bitten twice shy, it won't be easy.

Still limping, and haunted by being trampled, champion bull rider, Travis Hargrove fears he's lost his courage, yet he's determined to win back his place in the competition. When the rodeo instead offers him the job of outside stock contractor, Travis hesitates. Being near a woman with spunk and the bluest eyes he’s ever seen is not what he needs. But it might be enough to get him back on the road to Glory.


“Are you sure you’re all right?”

She nodded.

He waited a moment, almost unwilling to let go of her. Then she pushed away.

“Let me get your cane,” she murmured, and bent to retrieve the walking stick.

Travis pushed himself away from the walls of the arena and adjusted the tightness of his trousers on his hips before he held out a hand to take it from her. “Thanks. What are you doing out here? I thought you were watching the bulls.”

The sheepish expression of being caught filled her features. “I was worried, when you recognized the bull,” she said. “It didn’t seem right to let you go out on your own.”

“Didn’t seem right?” Travis asked, pulling the cane to his side and easing the weight off his weak leg.

She tucked a strand of that spun-gold hair behind her ear and took a shy glance at the ground. “It can’t be easy watching the bull that stomped you parade about the ring like a hero. I wanted to make sure you were okay is all.”

Travis could read the pity in her eyes. His male ego raised its ugly head. “So you followed me to play nursemaid?”

She nodded, and then, realizing what he’d said, her eyes widened. “I wasn’t going to intrude. I just…” Her voice trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders.

Unable to think of anything else, he said, “Did it ever occur to you I didn’t need your help? I can take care of myself. The last thing I want is some starry-eyed fan causing a scene. If someone took a picture or writes it up in a column, that little landing in my arms could cost me a backer. Ma’am, I don’t need that type of help.”

Her head came up, a bit of anger in her stance. “My mistake, it seems. I should have realized a big man like yourself wouldn’t need someone to talk to after seeing the bull that sent him down in the ranks get ridden by the competitor on his coattails. Pardon my concern.”

“Okay, you’ve seen I’m okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got better things to do.” He brushed two steps past her. As sharp as his words were, it rankled him to see her face turn red. He needed to get free and get out of there before John Parker found them and asked questions.

Glory stepped back, her eyes flashing with hurt and indignation. “Well, I guess I better go. I wouldn’t want to detain the great Travis Hargrove from his business.”

Travis gritted his teeth. He was acting like an ass, yet he couldn’t help himself. “Look, miss, I gotta get myself some sponsors so I can ride again. I—”

“The name’s Glory, Glory Beebe. A name you’re going to remember,” she snapped, and punctuated her statement with a stab of her finger at his chest as if she were trying to skewer his heart. “But if it’s sponsors you want, my advice would be to get rid of that chip on your shoulder, cowboy, before someone knocks it off.”

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