When I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona, Rodeo Days were anticipated all year long. At school, we were allowed to wear western garb during rodeo week. This was back when girls had to wear dresses. We’d go shopping for a new western outfit every year to wear on the day of the parade and to the rodeo. At the end of the week, a school holiday, the Jaycee’s Rodeo of Rodeos Parade marched down Central Avenue. The parade would be led by the Arizona State Sun Devil band. We oohed and ahhed at the Rodeo Queen and the hunky television cowboy who would ride next to her on the float. The rodeo provided overload for hunky cowboys – the real kind. For a city girl like me, cowboys were the ultimate fantasy prince charming, with the right amount of rugged that a prince didn’t possess.
The Honky Tonk Hearts series from The Wild Rose Press, provides plenty of cowboy ruggedness and melt your heart stories.
My book, The Morning After, will release July 4th.
Can there really be love at first sight?
Abigail Martin doesn’t think so. Unless the sexy redheaded stranger she wakes up with the morning after her best friend’s wedding is telling the truth.
Bobby Stockwood fell cowboy-hat-over-boot-heels for the brown-haired beauty, and married her in an impromptu wedding ceremony. Now he just has to convince his new bride that the morning after can be the first day of the rest of their lives.
But just when Abigail starts believing the fairy-tale is real, she finds out exactly who Bobby is, and the walls of make-believe start crumbling down.
The man rolled to his back, kicking off covers.
Abigail gasped. Her gentleman visitor wore only a bow tie and black socks.
She crept to the edge of the bed. His face was turned away, further hidden by red curls hanging down the nape of his neck and onto his cheek. A visual sweep of the attractive body brought a smile to her face when she paused on his more than ample endowments. A true redhead. An encounter of this magnitude should be easy to remember.
Abigail smiled in spite of her throbbing temples. Inching closer, she nudged his boots aside with her foot and leaned over to see his face. Mmm. He smelled good, like rich leather and fresh cut wood. As she bent to get a closer look, Kirby, her sixteen-pound Siamese cat, entered her room and announced his hunger.
The visitor stirred, grasped her arm, drawing her down across his hips.
He rose up on his elbows and looked at her. “So, Abby, you’re a morning person, are you?”
Abigail launched off the bed, trying not to come into contact with anymore of the warm body than she already had. Tripping over the boots, she ended up sprawled on the floor. “Who…” She gulped. “Who the hell are you?”
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