Yes, I know it’s been forever since I posted to the site or even released a new book but projects have been taking up most of my time than planned and revamping back titles is more work than you’d think.
I recently got rights back to my Love Cowboy Style trilogy. I’ve decided to change the title to Cowboy Crazy. I’ve just released the first story which is the re-release of Courted by a Cowboy. November 1st, I’ll be releasing Breakfast with a Cowboy and December 1st, Christmas with a Cowboy. Mid-December I’ll be putting the stories together for a print book and next year I’ll be adding brand new stories to the series.
Whitney James was at a crossroads in her life. After a scary incident in the classroom where she teaches high school English, she flees Chicago and heads back to where she was raised in Missoula, Montana. Thinking that maybe a career change is what she needs, she attends a first year law school lecture and sees Colt Robson. Whitney used to date Colt’s son Mark, in high school. Seeing Colt again, but this time older, and with just as much sex appeal, she realizes that she’s always had a crush on him. Now divorced, Colt is immediately smitten with the older and curvier Whitney. Will she accept his invitation for dinner and if so, will she be willing to be courted by a romantic, old-fashioned cowboy?
Whitney stood too, not knowing if she should just exit and pretend she hadn’t recognized Colt, or stay behind and say hi. She wasn’t the type of person to be rude so she made her way down the stairs to the front of the auditorium. He stuffed papers into his briefcase but then glanced over at her.
“So how have you been Whitney?” So he had definitely recognized her.
She stood frozen on the step, hugging her bag to her chest. “I’ve been good. How about you?”
“Never better. Your name wasn’t on the list of students.”
“No, I was just observing.”
He walked over to her and she got a whiff of his cologne. It was the same fragrance he’d worn all those years ago. She’d loved being in their house when he came home from work. He would walk into the kitchen, and she’d inhale the spicy scent. She hadn’t smelled it since, and now it brought back a flood of memories. She remembered the great food his wife cooked, and the Monopoly all four of them used to play out on the patio by the swimming pool she loved so much.
She’d forgotten what gorgeous blue eyes he had. Mark’s had been brown. In fact, they didn’t share any facial features, and Whitney had often wondered if they’d adopted him and maybe never told him.
And his lips are still so inviting.
Here’s the cover-