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The Ranch Hand by
Erin Bevan
From Wild Rose Press
Blurb Ranch Hand
Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive,until his boss and uncle informs him one of
the new cowboys in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the
cowboy turns out to be a girl--a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn't work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness towards her grows.
Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive,until his boss and uncle informs him one of
the new cowboys in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the
cowboy turns out to be a girl--a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn't work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness towards her grows.
Bobby
Jo's upbringing taught her to give as good as she gets, a quality Jason
finds frustrating and all the more endearing in a Southern Belle. When
an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes
she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel
the same?
Excerpt:
Jason arrived at Billings International Airport
twenty minutes early. He checked the monitors—Mike
and Bobby’s flight was scheduled to land on time.
Good. He sure as hell didn’t want to have to wait
on
them.
He grabbed a seat by the bag terminal, tipped his
hat low on his head, and decided to catch a little
shuteye
before he had to deal with their guests. He woke
to
someone nudging his shoulder.
Jason tipped his hat back on his head to see a
blonde beauty standing in front of him. His heart
hammered against his chest. His throat tightened
as he
gave her a quick once over.
Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her
eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile
penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her
heels, and
the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.
“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.
“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in
a Southern
twang.
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over
here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her
arm in
the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was
some
high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada,
something
like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all
over it.
Maybe those were her initials.
He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue
T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to
them.
This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for
legs,
and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was
probably
the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young,
too.
Too young for him.
A damn shame.
Erin
Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years
working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making
milkshakes dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.
Fast
forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South
Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone
and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After
reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at
writing one.
That
first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang
of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come
true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a
time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time mom, a
full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the
chance.
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