Title: The Wrong Cowboy (Granite Junction Book 1)
Author: Megan Ryder
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Western, Cowboy Romance
Release Date: August 26, 2020
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
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“He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he?”
A low voice drawled from the back end of the
car and she yanked her hand away as if it’d been scorched. She scowled at Gabe,
who leaned against the bed of her truck, one ankle crossed in front of the
other, arms folded across his chest as he smirked at her. Cam must have put him
to work today, since it appeared he had just showered. His sandy brown hair was
damp where it curled around the nape of his neck and up under his hat. His
plaid shirt was clean, his jeans, worn and comfortable-looking, frayed along the
seams, as if they were old. And damned if he didn’t look even better than he
had in his fancy, city clothes that morning.
She folded her arms and glared. “I thought all
cars are women. Temperamental and something to be taken care of.”
He pushed off the end of the truck and
sauntered toward her. “That’s a very old-fashioned view of women, Emma. First
off, women don’t need to be taken care of. My momma taught me that they can
handle most anything thrown at them, possibly better than men, and I listen to
my momma. Second, I believe in equality. A car can be male or female, and trust
me. This beast is all male.”
She sucked in a breath and narrowed her gaze.
He was going to school her on feminism? “I don’t need a lecture on women’s
rights, Gabe Buchanan. Because this car is tough, it must be male?”
Gabe’s smile never wavered. He leaned forward
as if imparting a secret, his breath teasing her ear. She shivered. “Nope. I checked under the
chassis. He’s male.”
He stepped back, his laughter ringing out
around them. Her eyes widened and she was about to give him a blistering reply
when she paused, realized he was teasing her. She relaxed and laughed with him.
“Do you take anything seriously?”
He cocked his head, considering her words for
a moment. “My momma, because she scares me. The IRS, for the same reason. God,
because I’m hedging my bets there. And my family. Other than that, probably
not.”
She shook her head and turned to the cab of
her truck. “I don’t think I’d better take anything you say seriously.”
He rested a hand on the frame of the truck,
right above her head. “You want to go for a spin? He handles real nice. If
you’re good, I might even let you drive him.”
“And how do you define nice?” She tensed, waiting for a smarmy come-on.
He must have correctly interpreted her body
language because he straightened and his tone, when he spoke, was serious for
once. “It’s simple. Kind words, respect, maybe a little flirting. Nothing else.
Anyone who asks for anything else is an asshole.”
Ever since Megan Ryder discovered Jude Deveraux and Judith McNaught while sneaking around the “forbidden” romance section of the library one day after school, she has been voraciously devouring romance novels of all types. Now a romance author in her own right, Megan pens sexy contemporary novels all about family and hot lovin’ with the boy next door. She lives in Connecticut, spending her days as a technical writer and her spare time divided between her addiction to knitting and reading.
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