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Take Me Home, Cowboy
Ally Kincaid
returns to Freewill, Wyoming, to see her father after a two year absence.
Anticipating a quiet family reunion, she finds herself butting heads with her
father’s foreman instead. The man’s arrogance and sexy drawl push all her buttons,
making her wonder what he’s hiding beneath his cowboy swagger.
Matt Gentry
walked away from the past and shies from the future. No ties means no one gets
hurt…until the boss’s daughter, a hot, green-eyed blonde, tempts him to break
his own rules.
When tragedy
strikes, will building tension and pride destroy their growing attraction or
show them the way home?
Excerpt:
“I need to buy that man an answering machine.” Furious, Ally
held the receiver away from her ear, eyes closed as the phone on the other end
rang continuously. “Come on, Daddy, where are you?”
She was ready to hang up in frustration when the receiver was
picked up and then—by the sound of the loud clanging on the other end—dropped.
“Circle K,” said the deep male voice rather breathlessly.
“Where in the world were you?”
“Excuse me?” the husky voice asked.
Oh crap, that’s definitely not Daddy. She’d been so surprised her call
had finally been answered, she hadn’t realized there was nothing familiar about
the voice at the end of the line “I’m sorry….” she cracked. Wow, where did that high-pitched squeak come
from? “I’m sorry, who is this?”
“This is the Circle K Ranch. Who’s this?”
The man’s question held an impressive sexy drawl. Definitely
not a voice she’d ever heard in New York City, and one she’d only be lucky
enough to find in her dreams.
“I’d like to speak to Jesse Kincaid, please.” She did a
mental inventory of all the ranch hands but couldn’t place the voice. And he
obviously didn’t recognize hers either. Must be somebody new her father had
hired since the last time she’d been there.
“Sorry, ma’am, he’s not here. What can I do for ya?”
“When will he be available, please?”
“Now, ma’am, I don’t guess I’m at liberty to say until I know
exactly who it is I’m speaking at.”
God, men could be so arrogant. Why did he need to know who
was calling? A simple answer would suffice.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but this is Ally
Kincaid. Who exactly are you?”
“Well, well, isn’t this a nice surprise? Miss Ally Kincaid.
Did your father know you’d be calling?
She gritted her teeth in frustration. Who does this cocky, know-it-all cowboy think he is?
Krista
