Seriously, I'm thrilled that cowboy Nate Shawcross and Jersey girl Charlie Banks are finally being let loose on the world! I hate to play favorites, but Nate is my favorite cowboy so far, and Charlie's my favorite heroine. The two of them have been with me a long time, pestering me to get their story out there so they can finally get together for good.
When Nate and Charlie first meet, they're not sure what to think of each other. He rides into her life on horseback, silouetted by the late afternoon sun, and she can almost hear the eerie whistle of a spaghetti Western in the distance. He thinks the woman beside the broken-down car on the road to his ranch is just a bad attitude in a pretty package - or maybe a strangely attractive alien from Planet Jersey.
But they're stuck with each other for at least a week while a small-town mechanic orders parts for Charlie's car. And when Nate has a painful run-in with a renegade two-by-four, he's forced to rely on her for help as people from all over the country arrive at his ranch for a horse-training clinic.
Charlie's willing to help for a while, but she's determined not to fall for a cowboy. As far as she's concerned, they're ignorant rednecks who torture animals for their own amusement. But when they get back to the house, Nate insists on unsaddling his horse before he shows her inside. She's pleased to meet a man who cares more about animals than women, even if the woman is her. And she's surprisd to find a guy like that under a Stetson. Maybe she's wrong about cowboys...
Nate isn't looking for love either, but when Charlie tells him he doesn't have to go back for her luggage because she always carries "emergency panties" in her purse, he finds himself wondering what they look like and dreaming up designs that would revolutionize Victoria's Secret. He tries to shift his thoughts to his Great-Aunt Martha from Dubuque, because Great-Aunt Martha's usually good at chasing pretty girls out of his head, but soon his elderly relative's image fades behind the pictures of Charlie his imagination conjures up. Charlie in lace and garters. Charlie in his arms. Charlie on his lap...
He'd better put something on his lap, that's for sure, or she'll figure out exactly what he's thinking.
Charlie's thinking the same thing, and it doesn't take long for their attraction to become more than skin deep - but she protects her heart by telling herself they have nothing in common. She's sociable, loving partis and get-togethers with girlfriends. He seems perfectly content to commune with the horses and the sagebrush - anything that doesn't require words.
But she's a graduate student in psychology, attending the clinic to learn about inter-species non-verbal communication - and Nate has a lot to teach her.
If the heroes in romance are the men we want for ourselves, the heroines are the women we want to be. Charlie is strong, sexy, and impossible to ignore. Just look at the cover. Nate can't take his eyes off her. There he is, looking all sey and booding, watching Charlie ride across a sunlit Wyoming hillside. You can probably guess what he's thinking...
Or you can read One Fine Cowboy and find out!
Let me know what you think of my cover cowboy and his consort, or cowboys in general!
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