Synopsis
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
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
Teasers
Teaser 1
The music coming through the bar doors as they swung open, had Paige Tyler tapping her boot clad feet to the beat as she pulled her Harley to the curb. A knowing smile flirted at her lips when she heard low whistles and cat
calls from a group of men nearby. No doubt they were liking how the soft leather bustier she wore pushed her breast up in an enticing display. The matching pants that went with it, hugged her ass just right and showed off how long her legs were. The whole outfit–she knew–virtually gave the impression that she could give any man she wanted the vision of a good time.
Her daddy would kill her if he saw her, but what the hell. This is why she came to Bandera to do her barhopping. No one here knew her, or her father in this small town bar that cater to the local cowboys. She glanced up at the
huge neon sign of a boot with a spur hanging off its back.
Over the past few months, she’d become a regular here at The Dusty Boot. The faded wood exterior reminded her of an old western saloon with a hitching post and everything. They even had sawdust on the floor.
Her father didn’t know where she went on her little excursions. He thought she spent her evenings reading to the poor little old ladies at the local nursing home, but she always took her car to the storage building where she kept her bike and clothes. After she switched out, she’d put on her helmet and hit the highway.
Another round of wolf whistles had her turning her head in the direction of a pickup truck as she removed her helmet. Damn, if she had one weakness it was a man in tight Wrangler’s and dusty boots. She blew him a kiss.
“Oh, honey, come on. I’m sure you got more than that.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “We’ll see, cowboy.” With a toss of her brown curls, she waltzed through the double doors and straight up to the bar. “Hold this back there for me, please.”
“You be careful, Paige,” Dan said, taking the helmet. “We got a rowdy crowd tonight.”
“I’m always prepared.”
“I know, honey, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He shook his finger at her, making her laugh. She loved the big, burly guy even though she hadn’t known him long. He reminded her of an ex-marine with his shaved head and multiple tattoos. “Stay outta trouble, you hear me?” He’d taken it upon himself to treat her like a daughter he’d never had.
She blew him a kiss and a wink that probably drove the man crazy, but he just smiled and shook his head with a mumble of words she couldn’t hear.
Thanks to all her years of Tae-Kwon-Do, she’d earned her black belt and knew how to take care of herself in any situation. She didn’t use it for anything except defense, but sometimes it took a little persuasion on her part
when a man got randy on her.
A crowd of dancers twirled and whirled around the dance floor in a flash of sequins and denim. She took a chair at the opposite end of the bar from the door. It helped to keep everyone in sight in case things got out of hand.
“What are ya drinkin’, Paige,” Peyton asked her when she approached her end of the bar.
“Hey, Peyton. Coke, please.”
Peyton shook her head and laughed. “You’re the only woman I know who comes to a bar dressed like that and drinks Coke.”
She smiled. She sure was an enigma to most, pre-school teacher, preacher’s daughter who wore leather, rode a Harley, and hung out in bars on the weekends. “I have to keep my wits about me. I just want to be around the
crowd and music. I don’t need the alcohol if I’m ridin’.”
The woman set the glass down in front of her. Paige lifted it to her lips and took a slow sip from the straw as she turned around to take in the scenery.
Teaser 2
They reached the diner and he pulled open the door.
“Hey you.”
“Hey, Ann.”
“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?”
“Paige?”
“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.”
“Touché.”
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.”
The music coming through the bar doors as they swung open, had Paige Tyler tapping her boot clad feet to the beat as she pulled her Harley to the curb. A knowing smile flirted at her lips when she heard low whistles and cat
calls from a group of men nearby. No doubt they were liking how the soft leather bustier she wore pushed her breast up in an enticing display. The matching pants that went with it, hugged her ass just right and showed off how long her legs were. The whole outfit–she knew–virtually gave the impression that she could give any man she wanted the vision of a good time.
Her daddy would kill her if he saw her, but what the hell. This is why she came to Bandera to do her barhopping. No one here knew her, or her father in this small town bar that cater to the local cowboys. She glanced up at the
huge neon sign of a boot with a spur hanging off its back.
Over the past few months, she’d become a regular here at The Dusty Boot. The faded wood exterior reminded her of an old western saloon with a hitching post and everything. They even had sawdust on the floor.
Her father didn’t know where she went on her little excursions. He thought she spent her evenings reading to the poor little old ladies at the local nursing home, but she always took her car to the storage building where she kept her bike and clothes. After she switched out, she’d put on her helmet and hit the highway.
Another round of wolf whistles had her turning her head in the direction of a pickup truck as she removed her helmet. Damn, if she had one weakness it was a man in tight Wrangler’s and dusty boots. She blew him a kiss.
“Oh, honey, come on. I’m sure you got more than that.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “We’ll see, cowboy.” With a toss of her brown curls, she waltzed through the double doors and straight up to the bar. “Hold this back there for me, please.”
“You be careful, Paige,” Dan said, taking the helmet. “We got a rowdy crowd tonight.”
“I’m always prepared.”
“I know, honey, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He shook his finger at her, making her laugh. She loved the big, burly guy even though she hadn’t known him long. He reminded her of an ex-marine with his shaved head and multiple tattoos. “Stay outta trouble, you hear me?” He’d taken it upon himself to treat her like a daughter he’d never had.
She blew him a kiss and a wink that probably drove the man crazy, but he just smiled and shook his head with a mumble of words she couldn’t hear.
Thanks to all her years of Tae-Kwon-Do, she’d earned her black belt and knew how to take care of herself in any situation. She didn’t use it for anything except defense, but sometimes it took a little persuasion on her part
when a man got randy on her.
A crowd of dancers twirled and whirled around the dance floor in a flash of sequins and denim. She took a chair at the opposite end of the bar from the door. It helped to keep everyone in sight in case things got out of hand.
“What are ya drinkin’, Paige,” Peyton asked her when she approached her end of the bar.
“Hey, Peyton. Coke, please.”
Peyton shook her head and laughed. “You’re the only woman I know who comes to a bar dressed like that and drinks Coke.”
She smiled. She sure was an enigma to most, pre-school teacher, preacher’s daughter who wore leather, rode a Harley, and hung out in bars on the weekends. “I have to keep my wits about me. I just want to be around the
crowd and music. I don’t need the alcohol if I’m ridin’.”
The woman set the glass down in front of her. Paige lifted it to her lips and took a slow sip from the straw as she turned around to take in the scenery.
Teaser 2
They reached the diner and he pulled open the door.
“Hey you.”
“Hey, Ann.”
“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?”
“Paige?”
“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.”
“Touché.”
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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