COWBOY FOR SALE--A Second-Chances Spicy Romance (28 page)

When my rights were returned to me, I later resold the same manuscript to Thorndike Large Print. Here is the hardcover version, published in 2006:

I love this story, so when I decided to give it yet another life, the first thing I did was re-read it.

What I discovered was that the story needed a remake!

So, I revised pretty much every page…changed some names and ages, fleshed out the main characters A LOT, changed some of the details, and modernized it.

The other thing I realized was, well, that I am a better writer now. The style back in 1998 was what is called “head-hopping” point of view (where the reader is in and out of each character’s head, even on the same page—even, sometimes, in the same paragraph!).

I no longer write in that style, so I knew I would need to do a heavy revision.

The end result is a story that is reminiscent of BACHELOR FOR SALE, but so much better! I fell in love with these revised characters as I worked with them, and they seemed so different that I decided they deserved their own title too!

So, now they reside within the pages of COWBOY FOR SALE.

Enjoy!

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Cory Richards left her cheating husband behind and headed straight back to tiny Faythe, Wisconsin, eager to create a new future for herself. First order of business, keep her promise to a dear friend and finish the renovation on the Victorian for dearly departed Tillie and find homes for her nine cats. How tough could that be? But when Tillie’s great-nephew shows up to help, it’s all she can do not to fall right back into his arms. She's been down that heartbreak road with him before, and coming off her recent divorce she's determined to guard her heart, no matter how sexy he looks with a hammer in his hand and his shirt off.

Jake is caught between a rock and a hard place. Well, between his party-hearty, successful big city life in Chicago and the sleepy hometown he was glad to see in his rear-view mirror at the tender age of 18. He plans to fulfill his promise to Tillie and help restore her house to get it ready to sell, then return to his comfortable life in Chicago. But how is he supposed to get any work done with pretty little Cory around doing her best to drive him crazy? Being in Faythe kindles all those long forgotten memories, some bad and some good--including his desire for Cory, the one girl he couldn’t have.

As the sexual tension between Cory and Jake heightens and their emotional connection strengthens, will they let down their barriers long enough to find true love, or will the pain of the past keep them apart forever?

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The past is a funny thing. We think we can run from it, hide it, even change it in the eyes of others. But, with hard work we don’t have to be trapped by it, and maybe, just maybe, it’s there to teach us.

Angie Fletcher has everything under control, especially her past. She’s worked hard to put her Midwest farmer’s daughter image behind her, happily replacing it with a move to San Diego and landing her dream job as an up and coming TV reporter. She even has a wonderful fiancé, someone who totally understands her
and
her career goals. Sure, they’ve hit a couple speed bumps--the fact that he’s allergic to her cats and flowers, but, hey, they’ll work it out, right? Everything is smooth sailing until she’s assigned to cover a community gardening project--definitely not the hard news assignment she’s been hoping for. Then she meets long-haired, devastatingly handsome and mysterious Jason Macdonald. How is she supposed to deal with a guy whose casual touch makes her stomach do somersaults?

Jason Macdonald has thrown his heart and soul into his new business--helping urban neighborhoods reclaim land and create thriving community gardens. It’s a far cry from his former type-A life when he ran an exclusive landscape architect business. He’s done with the frantic pace of working 24/7 and especially women who are career driven over everything else. He’s put his past behind him, including some heartaches that will never heal...he’s finally found his own patch of paradise and loves the new business he’s in. When he learns the new KSUN reporter is resisting covering his new business, he’s ready to set her straight. She’s everything he expects--type-A all the way...but he also suspects she’s hiding something. When she lets her guard down, he sees a glimpse of the real Angie. But what is she hiding...and why does he care so much?

As their attraction builds and they continue to work together, will Angie and Jason each face their pasts in order to open up their hearts to an unexpected future?

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Excerpt/Homecoming

Chapter One

Just because you’re moving fast doesn’t mean you’re going somewhere.

Jake Randall shifted his gaze away from the bumper sticker prominently displayed on the older-than-dirt Dodge Dart that crept along in front of him on the two-lane road. He’d been stuck behind it in a no-passing zone for what seemed like an hour, though it had only been a torture of ten minutes at most.

Rubbing his jaw to force himself to stop grinding his teeth, he glanced at the gas gauge and then his Rolex. A quarter of a tank left, and it was already past eleven. It would be close to midnight by the time he pulled into Faythe. Just enough gas, but about four hours later than he’d planned. Aunt Tillie would be in bed.

A flashing turn signal finally brought deliverance and the Dodge slowed almost to a stop to turn into a narrow driveway. Jake pulled around the car, then pressed the gas pedal down and reset the cruise control.

The speed soothed him; he was in very familiar territory and his whole body felt like it was in gear. He took the curves fast and it was almost as though his body had a kind of cellular memory of the road even though he hadn’t driven it for thirteen years.

As he glanced out the window a sign welcomed him back to Door County Peninsula, then he checked his mirrors. No headlights or taillights as far as he could see. The way he figured it, there was an excellent chance the county sheriff was home in bed, his radio crackling on the nightstand. He’d avoided many speeding tickets in his youth simply by being aware--aware of his surroundings, aware of speed traps, and aware of his talent for talking his way out of trouble.

Inhaling deeply, with every breath he felt himself begin to let go--just a little--of some of the built-up tension he held so tightly. The night air he breathed in was crisp and filled with the fragrance of pine trees, moist from the waters of nearby Green Bay, Lake Michigan a mere seven miles due east.

He ripped past the entrance to Peninsula State Park, then continued northeast on Highway 42. Though no sign told him so, he knew it was another thirteen and a half miles. Faythe had always been too insignificant to even be on the state map, let alone any roadside mileage sign.

As he neared the city limits, a shiny new billboard welcomed him to Faythe, Wisconsin. The simple painted sign of his youth had been replaced by a large sign painted forest green with bright white letters, complete with a single spotlight illuminating it.

Nice try.

Tourists typically didn’t even think of stopping in the small town. Most were too eager to either get to the end of the peninsula if they were headed north, or down to Sturgeon Bay if they were headed south. If you had no reason to stop, you could easily forget the town was even there.

Jake decelerated on Main Street. His memory of downtown Faythe was of several blocks of absolutely nothing.

The drug store was still there. A professionally lettered sign said:
April Special: Root
Beer Floats. Two for One.
The old hardware store looked exactly the same, its large front window filled with tool displays and a pile of plumbing parts. On the next few blocks he noticed the addition of an upscale gift store, with a prominent “local artists and craftsmen wanted” sign in the window, and, surprisingly, an art gallery and several antique stores. Freshly striped parking spaces sat in front of all the chic storefronts and there was a new sense of vitality where there had only been disrepair in his youth.