Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting to beat him up in a bar fight.
Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living.
Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy
They reached the diner and he pulled open the door.
“What are you doin’ around here this late?”
“I have a lady friend I met at The Dusty Boot and we were going to see if we could sneak a piece of your great pie and some coffee.”
“Sure, honey. Have a seat anywhere. I was just cleanin’ things up to close.”
“Oh, don’t bother on our part,” Paige said. “If you’re gettin’ ready to close, we can go somewhere else.”
Ann chuckled as she waved them into a booth. “Honey, there ain’t nothin’ else open this time of night in Bandera except the bar and my little diner.”
“I don’t want to put you out or anything.”
“It’s no bother. I have a fresh pot of coffee I just made and the pie only takes a minute to dish up. What kind can I get you?”
“Cherry or apple with a little ice cream if you have it.”
“’Course, honey. Jacob?”
“Same for me.”
“Comin’ right up.”
They took a seat across from each other as she glanced around the diner. The décor was simple but homey with the stools sitting along the counter and the booths with their gleaming tables. “This is a cute place.”
“I’ll pass it along to my aunt.”
“She’s your aunt?”
“Yeah, my mom’s sister. She never had kids of her own so she adopted all of us.”
“That’s right. You have a huge family.”
“What about you?”
“Just me and my dad.”
“I bet it was interesting growing up an only child.”
“Just like I bet it was interesting growing up with eight brothers.”
Ann brought two cups of coffee along with some cream and the pieces of pie piled high with ice cream. “Good Lord, I’ll never eat all of that.”
“Oh sure you will. Little thing like you—”
Paige laughed out loud. “Little? I haven’t been called little since I was twelve with my height.”
“You ain’t that tall to me, honey. Nina and I are pretty tall too and all the boys are six foot or better.”
“Six four,” Jacob said, with a grin. “I like my women tall.”
Her heart tripped over itself in a funny beat as she raised one eyebrow. “I ain’t your woman, cowboy.”
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Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
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