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ROUGH RIDER BY VICTORIA VANE Book #2 of Hot Cowboy Nights
Two hearts…Janice Combes has two loves: bucking bulls and Dirk Knowlton. But Dirk only has eyes for a dazzling rodeo queen. How can Janice ever compete while mired ankle-deep in manure? Exchanging playful banter with Dirk is all Janice can expect-until the stormy night he knocks on her door dripping wet and needing a place to crash.
Different dreams…Dirk Knowlton is living the cowboy dream. Life should be good-roping, branding, bucking broncs, riding bulls-but there’s a void he can’t seem to fill. After getting hung up by a bull, he wonders if this is really the life he wants. Restless and rebellious, he joins the Marines determined to prove himself…but there’s a certain cowgirl he can’t forget. When a battle-scarred Dirk returns to his Montana ranch he finds Janice has come back home to lick her own wounds. When old dreams have turned to dust, can two wary hearts take another chance on love?
RING IN A COWBOY
I am thrilled to be participating in RING IN A COWBOY, a fabulous holiday themed multi- author box set coming December 28th at all e-book retailers. This is also a limited time offer, so be sure to snag your copy now!
RING IN A COWBOY New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Donna Michaels and Lexi Post are joined by bestselling and award-winning authors Amanda McIntyre, Tori Scott, Gem Sivad, Kathleen Ball, Hildie McQueen, Rhonda Lee Carver, and Victoria Vane to bring you nine sexy cowboys in this New Year’s collection that will warm you from the inside out. Ring in a Cowboy.
My contribution to the anthology is called A COWBOY’S MIDNIGHT KISS. Here is a sneak peek:
EXCERPT: A COWBOY’S MIDNIGHT KISS by VICTORIA VANE
The drive from St. John’s Medical Center to the condo complex at the base of Snow King Mountain took less than ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath of air so frosty it chilled her lungs, Cassie gazed up at Snow King, carpeted in white and casting its great shadow over Jackson town square. “Wow. It really is gorgeous here. And the sky is so much bluer and clearer than back home. It’s almost always hazy in the Smokies.”
“You’re gonna love it here, Cas,” Liz said, “Even with the sprained ankle.”
Liz dropped her off at front of the building but the unit was on the second floor and the twenty some steps were a bitch to manage on crutches even with Mandy’s help. Throwing the crutches over the guardrail with a curse, Cassie grabbed the banister with both hands and tried to hop.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” asked a rumbling baritone that struck her senses like warm brandy and sourwood honey. Cassie turned her head to face a pair of riveting blue eyes shaded by a worn Stetson. Ma’am? Did she really look that old? “Thanks for the offer,” Cassi said tightly, “But I’ll manage.”
She gingerly shifted her weight onto her right foot with a gasp of pain. The next thing she knew both her feet were off the ground as he swept her up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she protested.
“Carrying you,” he replied.
“I don’t need to be carried!”
Mandy chimed in. “If Griff wants to play Sir Galahad, you should just let him.”
“So you know this guy?” Cassie asked Mandy over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” She grinned. “He takes care of the place for us.”
“Oh. You could have told me,” Cassie said, feeling even more embarrassed.
“Which apartment are you in?” he asked, ignoring her objection.
“Number? I don’t know. Mandy?” she called over her shoulder. “Which one are we in?”
“Two twelve,” Mandy answered with a smirk.
“This really isn’t necessary,” Cassie protested. “I can manage on the crutches now.”
“What crutches? The ones you threw over the rail?”
“They’re awkward as hell,” Cassie grumbled. “But you really can put me down now.”
“I could at that,” he answered but kept walking. “But I’m more inclined to take you inside.”
“Are you always so autocratic?” she asked, the cowboy.
He flashed a dimpled grin that made her pulse skip a beat. “Usually only with my six-year-old nephew.”
“Wait a minute! Are you comparing me to a child?”
He cocked a brow. “If the shoe fits… speaking of which,” he glanced down at her single remaining boot, “you might want to reconsider your footwear.”
“I already threw the other one away,” Cassie replied. “The damned heel broke off. That’s what landed me in the E.R. I paid a fortune for those boots,” she lamented.
“Sweetheart, heels like that are only good for one thing…and it sure ain’t walkin’.”