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HER LUCKY COWBOY
Montana Men #3
Releasing Aug 25th
Bell would do anything for Dane. He's the fantasy that always kept her going. A child genius hidden away by her family, Bell was the secret no one talked about, the girl no one wanted. Despite finding success as a young surgeon, she's still the awkward girl who's never had a boyfriend. So why does Dane, a notorious playboy and sizzling-hot cowboy, insist on taking her on a real date?
Bell is the only woman in Dane's heart. When a rodeo rivalry turns deadly, it's his turn to save Bell's life—because he sure as hell won't lose his guardian angel again.
Jennifer Ryan is the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of The Hunted Series and The McBrides Series. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary small-town romances featuring strong men and equally resilient women. Her stories are filled with love, family, friendship, and the happily-ever-after we all hope to find.
Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home and in how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.
Guest Post from Jennifer Ryan
Top 5 Reasons We All Fall for Cowboys
#5 All that sexy hotness packed into a tight pair of jeans. Need I say more? Okay, we could talk about their sculpted muscles beneath sun-kissed skin from all that hard work. *Fans face.*
#4 Cowboy kindness. It’s the manners that get me. All that, “Yes, ma’am,” and opening doors for their ladies. They tip their hats and smile so nice, all with a gleam in their squinted eyes.
#3 They’re animal lovers. Whether it’s a barn cat or their favorite horse, Cowboys care for the animals they tend. It’s in their nurturing spirit. Don’t we all just drool when we see a hot cowboy in the cab of his truck with his trusty dog right beside him?
#2 They’ve got a wild side. How else can you explain their crazy need to get on a bucking bull? Or ride like the wind on the back of a horse? It’s that fun-loving side that’s got them dancing in the local saloon and chasing their favorite cowgirl and stealing a kiss.
#1 Strength. Yes please, I do need you to pluck me off my horse with your strong grip at my hips. Lift a heavy bale of hay, or a sack of feed, no problem for our tough guys. But that strength goes deeper than their tight muscles. It’s in their determination to get the job done and go after what they want, to hold onto tradition and a way of life that’s rooted in the land and providing for others. It’s in their dedication to family and home and the woman they love.
Your order might be different. I can only say that for me after you get past the hot guy in a tight pair of jeans with a really fine ass, cowboys have a hell of a lot more going on to temp any cowgirl into falling head over heels for them.
A hand settled on his shoulder and shook him. He groggily moaned and tried to open his eyes. The bright sun blinded him until his father leaned over and blocked the light as he stared down at Dane.
“Are you okay, son? Is anything broken?”
“My head hurts. Ankle, too, but nothing is broken but my pride. I fell off my damn horse.”
“Okay, now. I’ll get you home. Can you get up?”
“I think so.” Dane pressed his hands down at his sides and rose to sitting. The wet piece of fabric fell from his head and landed on his bare belly, along with the blue feather that fluttered into his lap. “Where is she?”
“Dane, no one is here.”
“She helped me. She’s got to be around here somewhere.”
“There’s no one for miles.”
“How did you find me?”
“Your horse came home without you. I know you like to ride along the river, so I followed your trail.” His dad cocked his head, his eyes taking on a thoughtful gleam. “I did think I heard you whistle for me.”
“I passed out.”
“Must have been the wind in the trees.”
Dane didn’t think so. He pinched the end of the feather between his thumb and index finger and stared at it. He scanned the riverbank and out toward the hills. He didn’t see her anywhere. He didn’t understand the way his chest went tight and the sadness that overtook him. Nothing but his regret that he didn’t get to thank her or say goodbye. He never got her name.
His dad held out his hand. Dane took it. His father pulled him up, and Dane stood on his good leg. He tested out his twisted ankle. The slight pressure sent a bolt of pain up his leg.
“How’s your vision?”
“You did a good job using your shirt to bind that ankle and staunch the bleeding on your head.”
“I didn’t. She did.”
His father eyed him, shaking his head side to side. “Dane—”
“I’m telling you, Dad, there was a girl. She helped me.”
“Okay, son. I believe you, but I didn’t see anyone out here with you. I don’t know where she could have gone. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Which was the reason Dane liked it out here so much. Still, how did she get out here, and where did she go?
He lifted himself up into the saddle and grabbed the reins on the horse his father brought back for him to ride. He kept his eyes trained, searching the entire area the whole way back home, but he saw nothing, no one.
Dane went back to the spot beside the river more than a dozen times, looking for his dark-haired, blue-eyed angel. He never found her, but he’d never forget her either.