The Ranch Hand












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-489-3
Page Count: 49
Word Count: 11180
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive, until his boss and uncle informs him one of the new cowboys coming in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the cowboy turns out to be a cowgirl—a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty.  Trying to avoid her doesn’t work.  The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness toward her grows.
 
Bobby Jo's Texas upbringing taught her to give just as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in this Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?
 

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 49
Word Count: 11180
978-1-62830-489-3 Digital

Excerpt:

His throat tightened as he gave her a quick once over. Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her heels, and the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.

“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.

“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in a Southern twang.

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her arm in the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was some high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada, something like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all over it. Maybe those were her initials.

He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to them. This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for legs, and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was probably the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young, too. Too young for him.

A damn shame.

“Hey, man, nice to meet you. I’m Mike.” The boy tipped his hat and held out a calloused hand.

Jason shook it. “Umm…I was told there were only two guys: Mike and Bobby. There wasn’t any mention of bringing a girlfriend.”

Pimples and the beauty both looked at each other and laughed. He didn’t see what was so damn funny.

The girl shifted her black coat to her left arm. “I’m Bobby. Bobby Jo Turner.” She extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Jason.”




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