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Cowboy Ely – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 7 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy Ely
Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 7
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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To really move forward,
sometimes it takes going back to the very beginning.

Trying to escape a bad relationship, and desperate to find a safe place for her daughter, Megan Nash returns to Cooper’s Hawk. Down-on-her-luck, she has no other choice but to ask her estranged father-in-law for help. He still blames her for the accident that killed his son, but learning that he has a granddaughter, he offers them a roof over their heads…just until Megan can get back on her feet. Yet, being civil isn’t part of the bargain.

Her patience will be tested.

Ely Dutton has physically healed from a mortar blast that left him injured and scarred, but he’s still on the mend mentally. Realizing hiding away in an isolated cabin on a mountain isn’t helping, he decided to go back to his childhood home. He accepts the position as Sheriff, because a man has to live. He likes things simple, so when an old connection is sparked with Megan, he attempts to ignore his attraction.

A relationship,
especially with a single mother,
isn’t part of his five-year plan.

Further complicating what should have been an easy job as Sheriff, he must shed light on a mysterious death that is connected to Megan. As new clues are exposed, so are the secret layers of her past.
In a quest to navigate their new lives and old demons, Megan and Ely will learn to trust, love with all their hearts, and let go of hurtful ties.

Ely had isolated himself with his dog Finn after retiring from the military. He finally feels ready to move forward with his life, accepting the position of Sheriff, Ely Dutton has returned home to Cooper’s Hawk. Things weren’t quite the way they were since his father had sold the family ranch and moved away. His sister Penny is still there and that’s where he’s staying until the place he’s renting is ready for occupancy.

Megan Nash had to leave Texas, opening her heart only betrayed her. Now she’s doing what’s best for her daughter, even though it means facing her father-in-law. Returning to Cooper’s Hawk is hard, many blamed her for her husband’s death including his father. She can only hope the man will let them stay so she can get her life together. Noah doesn’t make it easy but finally allows her to stay in the furthest guest cottage from the main house. The work he lays out for her is more than she expected but she wouldn’t shy away from it.

Megan and Ely’s first encounter is less than friendly as he’s distracted and spills coffee all over her shirt. He almost looses his patience with her too, but manages to stay civil.

Little did they know that wouldn’t be the only time they see each other that day. Megan has an envelope to deliver to the Sheriff, who is attempting to make coffee when she enters his office.

This is a favorite scene.

Ignoring the fluttering of butterflies in her belly, she clutched the envelope so tight in her grip that she heard paper crumpling.

“Hi again,” he said so casually, as if they hadn’t exchanged heated words less than twenty minutes ago.

“You’re not Sheriff Conley.” She didn’t bother hiding the hint of annoyance in her tone.

“No, I’m not. Is that who you’re looking for?”

“I think so. Is he around?” Why was Ely Dutton hanging out in the Sheriff’s office?

He planted his wide hands on his slender hips, his gaze narrowing. “If you’re looking for Conley, I’m afraid you’re too late. He’s already gone.”

“Gone?”

“Gone as in took a job as a Ranger. I took over his job.”

Things started making sense. “You’re the Sheriff?”

He grinned and stepped over to his desk, picked up a shiny badge and hooked it on his belt. “I need to stop forgetting to put this on. The name hasn’t been changed on the door yet.” He didn’t seem the least bit disgruntled about it either. “I was a bit occupied when you walked in.”

“Looks like you were having some difficulty.”

“What happened to simple coffee makers with one power switch?” he groaned. “Anyway, how can I help you?”

“I guess I’m here to see you. Noah asked me to give you this envelope.” She crossed the rug and laid it on the desk, noticing how wrinkled it was now.

“Great.” He ripped opened the flap, turned the envelope upside down and emptied the contents. A key and a piece of paper fell out. “Finally. The cabin’s ready.”

Sheesh. Not only did she have to face him again, but she’d be seeing him every day since they’d be living less than two hundred feet apart from each other. Back in her teens she would have done flips at the idea of living this close to her crush. She wasn’t a teen any longer though and she’d promised herself to stay far away from men like Ely Dutton with their charming smiles and killer bodies.

Clearing the air might make things easier. “About what happened on the street—”

“You don’t have to apologize.” That lopsided grin deepened. “We all have bad days and near breakdowns.”

“Excuse me?” She blinked, some of the irritation returning. “I didn’t plan on apologizing.”

“Oh? I guess I just assumed.” He shrugged, stretching the fabric to its capacity.

Her bad day suddenly turned into hell. “Look, Sheriff Dutton, we’ve established that your ego is still as insanely big as ever, but I have no desire to deal with the likes of you today.”

“You—wait, how do you know my name? Do we know each other?”

Megan laughed. Of course, he wouldn’t remember her. “I’m Megan Nash—err, it used to be Hart.”

“Megan? Little Megan?” His eyes widened slightly. “I haven’t seen you, wow…how long has it been?”

“Long enough that I prefer not to be called little,” she muttered.

“Damn, you don’t wear glasses any longer, or braces. You said Nash. You and Bray? Really? You two married?”

“Penny didn’t mention it?”

“She doesn’t tell me anything.”

“Yes, Bray and I married.”

“I’m sorry about the accident.”

“Apparently Penny does tell you some things.”

“I felt like an ass not making the funeral.”

“It’s okay. Bray wouldn’t hold it against you.”

“Damn.”

She wanted to leave. “I’d better go, you’re probably busy doing Sheriff stuff.” She backed up.

He dropped the envelope on his desk and hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “You look different, Meg.”

“You do too, Sheriff.” But better than ever.

“Call me Ely.” The signature Ely Dutton grin parted his lips and her knees wobbled.

She refused to get sucked into his allure again. Nope. Hell no. No way. She’d been so crazy over him that she’d lost sleep.

A familiar tightness developed in her throat. “Sure, Ely. We’re adults now. We’ve changed.” And I will no longer follow you around like a lovesick puppy. Humiliation washed over her. Had she really hung a picture of him on her closet wall at sixteen? She’d torn the photo of him receiving some sports award out of the school paper, where she’d been a writer, and taped it up where she could look at it every day.

“That’s the truth.” Something flickered over his expression. He pushed his fingers through his hair and waves came alive.

“How is Penny?” Penny had been Megan’s best friend all through school. She didn’t have one single memory that didn’t include them hanging out together.

“Same as ever. I’ve been staying with her since I got back to Cooper’s Hawk. She’ll be glad to get me out of her house, even if she says she isn’t.” He picked up the key and pushed it into his front pocket. “You living out at the farm too?”

“Yes. For now. I’m helping Noah out.”

He nodded. “Looks like we’ll be neighbors. Don’t worry. Coffee is strictly in cups only.” His teasing smile lit his eyes.

She needed to get going and fast. “I should go.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll see you later then.”

She took a detour to the coffee maker, pressed a button and the machine whirred to life.

“How’d you do that?” He seemed genuinely shocked.

“It’s very simple. Press the blue button one, two, or three times depending on the strength you want your coffee then hit the red button to start.”

“Damn. I never would have figured that out.”

His laughter lifted the soft hairs on her nape.

“I need to get back to the farm.” How many times would she threaten the act before she finally left? She finally made it to the door, hand on the knob.

“I’ll see you around. Thanks for dropping off the key.”

“Bye then.”

She hurried from the office and closed the door behind her. In such a hurry to get to the exit, she didn’t see the man standing in her path until she almost bulldozed him over. She lifted her chin and made an attempt to apologize, but her words stuck on her tongue. The man was the same one she saw in the alley with the angry woman. “Sorry,” she finally found her voice.

“Deputy Richards, you remember Megan?” Lorraine asked.

“It was Hart. Megan Hart,” Megan said. Sam had been quiet as a kid. Probably because he’d been in Ely’s shadow, who’d been a star player in every sport. Sam had been up and coming in baseball until he’d injured himself and couldn’t play his senior year. Megan knew this because she’d written the story in the school paper.

“Sure. It’s nice to see you again, ma’am.” His smile slipped some and he walked around her toward Ely’s closed door.

“Did you get your business taken care of?” Loraine asked.

Megan nodded. “Yes. I did.”

“Tell Noah I said ‘hello’.” Did she blush?

Once outside, Megan filled her lungs with a deep breath. So…Ely Dutton was sheriff? And the new tenant?

Holy cow.

Getting in her car, she drove out of town toward Nash Farm. She hadn’t accomplished much that morning outside of learning that her old crush could still make her feel like she couldn’t quite get her sea legs.
Rhonda Lee Carver. Cowboy Ely (Kindle Locations 930-1006). Kindle Edition.

Things are far more complicated than they appear, as this story unfolds. Ely doesn’t realize he wants a relationship and Megan only wants what’s best for her daughter.

As threats come in choices are made and surprises happen. I didn’t see that coming.

Fun and entertaining with some action and some sizzle!

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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All Cowboy and Charm – The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 1 by Rhonda Lee Carver


All Cowboy and Charm
The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 1
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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What happens at a fertility clinic stays at a fertility clinic…
unless there’s an accidental switch-a-roo…

Successful author Melanie Jane decided after a very public divorce that she would prove to the world, especially her critiques, that she didn’t need a man to make her dreams come true. So, she wrote a best seller and used a fertility clinic to get pregnant. An accidental switch-a-roo left Melanie curious…who was the father of her baby?

Coop Dawson was still grieving the loss of his twin brother when some lady showed up at the family ranch and announced that she was pregnant by Cade, impossible since he’d been gone for over a year. Coop didn’t have the patience for scam artists. He told her exactly how he felt then made her hit the road. Yet, after reading a letter from a fertility clinic, he realized she’d been telling the truth. Now he needed to turn things around fast before he lost the chance at knowing Cade’s child.

Sometimes tragedy can bring a family closer…and bring unexpected gifts.

Coop needed to step up for the first time in his life and do the right thing for everyone. He promised his brother in a late-night prayer that he’d take care of the child—but what Coop didn’t realize he was already falling for Melanie and he couldn’t imagine life without her. Will she learn to trust him? Or will he screw up every chance he’d been given?

Melanie Jane wanted a child, she went through the process, picked a donor, and now she’s pregnant. Only the fertility clinic made a mistake, the donor she picked isn’t what she got. Now she’s conflicted not about the pregnancy but how to find out who the donor was. She should know of any possible issues, right. Her friend and editor Steven manages to get the information, but she decides she doesn’t need to know, until she does. A jigsaw puzzle of the information reveals what she wanted to know, including a phone number. When she calls the response is it’s the wrong number, so that’s the end of that right?

Coop Dawson and his family while still reeling from Cade’s death a year ago, are planning a Rodeo in his honor with proceeds going to a charity for kids with leukemia.
He first meets Melanie as she’s waiting for take-out at Corby Q’s. He didn’t get much of a conversation in though, that is until she shows up at his family ranch. The conversation there wasn’t exactly pleasant, with Coop denying that Cade ever donated sperm to a fertility clinic. Unfortunately, he finds out otherwise and owes Melanie an apology which he delivers with an offer to show her around and an invite to dinner.

This is a favorite scene.

The brothers’ friendly joshing had turned into full blown arguing from the other room that spilled into the kitchen.

“Let’s get Melanie’s opinion. She’ll be unbiased,” Channing said.

“She doesn’t care.” Wales met her gaze.

Wiping her hands off on a towel, she stepped around the counter. “First tell me what the argument is about.”

“Would you rather meet Garth Brooks or Blake Shelton?”

“Garth, right?” Channing said.

“Nah, Blake,” Carter crooned.

“Well, I’ve met both. Although not many, there were a few perks to being married to Beau Banks.”

Wales and Channing stared in disbelief, then he said, “You were married to the greatest race car driver of all time?”

“Can we get an autograph?” Carter asked.

“He was a jerk,” Coop piped in.

“Sorry,” Wales and Carter said in unison, looking defeated.

“No, it’s okay. He was a jerk during our marriage and the divorce proceedings sucked, but I learned to let go. We’ll never be friends, but we can get along. I can do you one better than an autograph.” She went to her purse on the table and dug out her phone. She found Beau’s number and clicked ‘talk’. On the second ring he picked up. “It’s Melanie. Yes, I’m good. How is Camilla and the baby? Good. I have some of your biggest fans here with me. They’d like to ask some questions. Have a minute to spare?” She stuck out the phone. “He’s all yours, at least for a few minutes.”

Carter swiped up the phone, put it on speaker, and said, “Hello, sir. It’s an honor.” The brothers moved into the living room as they bombarded Beau with questions.

Coop stayed close by. “That’s very kind of you.”

She shrugged. “There’s nothing more that Beau loves than to be in the spotlight. Honestly though, he owes me at least a hundred more favors that I plan to call in eventually.”

Something changed in his expression. His eyes warmed and his jaw relaxed. Whatever was going on inside of him she felt it too as an invisible rope of satin wrapped her heart. An energy engulfed them, and she leaned in…

“Melanie?”

Jerking back, she blinked. “Yes.” Forcing her feet to move, she swiveled to face Candy who gave Melanie a knowing smile.

“How long will you be staying in town?”

Clearing her throat, Melanie pushed back the charge of electricity in her body. “I thought I’d be gone by now, but I don’t have any definite plans.” As if a magnet pulled her gaze to Coop, she swallowed against a sudden constriction. What was happening between them?

“Coop, why don’t you run and get Franny Maw.”

“Okay.” He offered Melanie a tender smile then exited through the back door.

“You should try this,” Candy said as she cut into the fresh out of the oven steaming pan of homemade lasagna. “It’s a secret recipe handed down in the family.”

It certainly did smell amazing. Melanie’s stomach growled in hunger.

Accepting the loaded fork of pasta, she took the entire bite and her eyes widened. The flavors were a combination made in heaven. The sausage. The sweet and tanginess of the sauce. The variety of cheeses all came together to make it delightful. “That’s the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted,” she admitted.

Candy blushed. “Thank you. Feeding a family this size was never easy although they’ll eat anything I put in front of them.” Something akin to worry creased the area around her eyes. “He has a good heart you know.”

Seconds passed as Melanie absorbed the words, realizing exactly what Candy meant. “I didn’t come here to cause problems.”

With a gentle shrug, Candy said, “What I’m thinking isn’t negative. I haven’t seen him like this since Cade passed. He’s more like himself right now and I’m guessing it has something to do with you.” She turned and cupped Melanie’s hands. “Listen, I know a good-hearted woman when I see her. I won’t pressure you, but I’d like to meet the child one day. You didn’t come here for that reason, but we’re a good family. Cade was a fine man. That’s all I needed to say.” She removed her hands and went back to concentrating on finishing the meal.

Feeling the sadness of the other woman, Melanie didn’t know what she could say to bring peace for Candy. After all, Melanie couldn’t imagine losing a child. The heart ache that would follow. She wanted to tell Candy that she could see the baby, but this crossed a line. Why? They were good people. Didn’t every child need a village? The support of family? This entire situation was uncharted for them all. Could she see herself visiting the ranch? Bringing Cade’s child here for visits?

Coop filled her mind. Could it be possible that this attraction between them could grow?

It was too early to know for sure, but she’d never felt so confident about anything before.

“So why didn’t Franny Maw come?” Candy asked later as they filled the chairs around the table.

“She had a date with some friends to play cards,” Coop said.

Platters were passed around and Melanie was surrounded by the brothers who went on and on about their conversation with Beau.

“Have some manners. I’m sure Melanie doesn’t want to hear another word about her ex,” Coop said in a groan.

“Does it bother you?” Channing asked.

“No. Not at all.” She met Coop’s gaze.

He reached around her to grab a piece of French bread from the basket and in the process his arm brushed hers, sending an awakening of goosebumps scattering across her skin. All those secret sensations and emotions were set free and things were taking on a new intensity between them.

She was afraid to look his direction for fear he’d see straight through her.
Carver, Rhonda Lee. All Cowboy and Charm (The Brothers of Dove Grey Series Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1303-1360). Kindle Edition.

While these circumstances are very unusual, the attraction between Cade and Melanie grows exponentially.

A fun read with laughter, tears and sizzle!

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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All Cowboy & Heart – The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 3 by Rhonda Lee Carver


All Cowboy & Heart
The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 3
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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A tattooed cowboy. An age gap. A secret baby. And one night with a stranger will lead to unexpected dreams.

She’s about to trade in the title “Cougar” for “Lioness”.

Dustina “Dusty” Cavanaugh has been around rough and tough cowboys all her life. She has two unwavering rules. One, don’t mix business with pleasure. Two, never, EVER, believe anything that a cowboy says right after an eight second ride. Then she blows it over a charming, handsome cowboy. He gives her a night to remember…and a positive pregnancy test.

Wales couldn’t get the sexy brunette off his mind. She’d embedded herself in his veins and her memory kept popping up—in more ways than one. When she shows up in Dove Grey to do a story on his brother, Cade Dawson, Wales is torn between his feelings for Dusty and keeping his head, and heart, on track. A cowboy is supposed to be tough, but she tests his durability. Can he convince her that the age difference isn’t a big deal?

Then she drops the “P” bomb.

Surprises unravel–some good and some devastating. Will their growing love detonate or will an unforeseen presence bring them together to live happily ever after?

Dustina “Dusty” Cavanaugh was waiting for her date, Bull rider Griff Alamo. He was late when usually he was punctual. As she watched the dancers, one cowboy in particular caught her eye. The thoughts she had startled her, since she only wanted the guy she was waiting on. When Griff arrives, she’s dancing with that cowboy and having a good time.

Now Dusty was never one for a ‘hook-up’ but after spending so much time with Griff she felt it was right to end the rodeo with a romp in the hay. Only she didn’t know Griff has a big secret, he has a wife.

Wales Dawson does PI work on the side and was hired by Griff’s wife Chantel to prove he’s cheating on her. The last thing he expected was for his client to show up where Griff is expected to meet up with the woman he just danced with.

This is a favorite scene.

Dusty felt her world crashing down around her. She didn’t know if she should expose Griff or just walk away and count her blessings that she found out his tricks before she made a huge mistake.

The way his wife looked at Dusty made her skin crawl. She felt guilty although she had no clue that he was married.

“You heard her, baby. She’ll call,” Chantel wrinkled her nose. “She’s taken up most of your time this week anyway.”

“Excuse me?” The words were out before Dusty could trap them. She’d never been one to accept being walked on.

“Oh, it’s okay. All the ladies try to occupy my husband’s time. I wouldn’t expect you to be any different.”

So, Chantel did suspect what would happen tonight. The verbal shots were fired, catching Dusty off guard. What had Griff told his wife? Had he confessed? No, she couldn’t imagine him doing that. Although she gave Chantel some leeway considering she was married to a prick, Dusty didn’t like being put between a rock and a hard place. “I’m different. I don’t know what Griff said—”

“How about we let Miss Cavanaugh get back to whatever she was doing,” Griff cut-in.

Chantel smirked. “You said yourself that you couldn’t take my calls because she followed you around like a desperate puppy, never letting you have a moment of peace.” Griff’s groan made her laugh. “Oops, I guess I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, was I?”

It took nearly three seconds for Dusty to wrap her brain around what she’d heard come out of the woman’s mouth.

Anger made Dusty clench her hands into fists and she took a step forward, feeling like she needed to punch one of them, but a lifeline came from the most unexpected person.

“Hi, sweetheart. Ready for another dance or you ready to get out of here?”

Dusty popped her chin up. There stood the cowboy with all the fancy dance moves. She blinked in surprise but his smile didn’t slip, not even a sliver. Once she had her composure in place, she realized what he was doing and felt shocking relief. “Hi.” She issued soft laughter when he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her close. It was as natural to relax and press her hand at his flat stomach, right above that large silver buckle, just as dancing with him had felt. For two strangers, they fit cozily together, her in the nook of his arm with his fingers pressing into her bare back.

Wales took the cue and nuzzled his nose in her hair, drawing her even closer, sending a private message that he had her back.

She trembled slightly. Sweat beaded between her breasts.

Their gazes met and held, a wordless exchange of understanding. They were on the same page to send Alamo the memo that whatever he’d shared, or wanted to share, with Dusty had come to a halt.

Wales could practically see Alamo’s shoulders slump in disappointment.

Chantel, on the other hand, had lost her smug expression while she feasted her eyes on Wales. She didn’t even bother hiding her interest while her husband looked on. “Hi there.” She held out her hand for Wales. “I’m Chantel. And who might you be?” Her eyes dazzled.

“I’m Wales,” he said simply and shook her hand, feeling the scrape of her long nail over his palm and seeing the tip of her tongue sweep over her bottom lip. He wasn’t the brightest when it came to women, but he caught her silent invitation loud and clear. So, it appeared that she and Alamo both had some loyalty issues.

“Are you and Dusty together?” She lifted a brow.

“Yeah, we’re together,” he said proudly looking down at the woman who snuggled close. Her bewildering eyes looked lighter against her dewy skin.

“Did you two meet at the rodeo?” Chantel asked seemingly oblivious to Alamo’s smirk.

“Nah. She’s been my sunshine for what…how long has it been, sweetheart?”

“T-two years.” Dusty warbled.

He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “We got into a messy argument before she came here to grab her story. After I had some time to think about things, I realized I couldn’t live one minute without this little lady in my life so I came to apologize for being a jackass. You know, we can all be dumbasses at times, right buddy?” He settled his gaze on Alamo for a good two heartbeats then returned his attention back to Dusty who still stared. “Thank goodness she forgave me and we’re back together.”

“Oh yes…yes.” Her cheeks turned a rosy color.

“You two are the cutest.” Chantel beamed. “Can Griff and I buy you both a drink?”

“No,” Dusty said a little quickly, then recovered with a half-attempt at a smile. “I mean, now that Wales and I are back together I want to have him all to myself. We have some catching up to do.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

“I bet you do.” Chantel devoured Wales with her piercing eyes. “Enjoy. I know I would. I mean, will.” She wriggled up closer to Griff and slid her claw like nail along the open neckline of his button down.

Wales’d had enough of the drama.

“How about that dance?” He grabbed Dusty’s hand and heard Alamo mutter something under his breath, but Wales didn’t care. He continued leading her toward the dance floor and just as they plaited their way through couples, he bent his mouth close to her ear. “Now let’s make this look real, shall we, sweetheart?”

“Why did you do that?” she whispered.

“Someone had to save you from that asswipe,” he gritted out. “Yet, seeing your expression I think I just saved Alamo from you.” He chuckled.

She dipped her head back to look at him. Her eyes were like a glossy lie detector. “You knew he’s married and that’s why you came over, right?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you know?” He wrapped his arm around her slight waist so that he could swing her. He noticed that Alamo and Chantel were still watching. Wales had a strong feeling both were a little jealous. “They’re watching.” He grinned.

“I feel like a fool.” She let out a shaky laugh, then said, “No I didn’t know.”

He spun her out and then dragged her back, locking her gaze with his while grinding his hips against hers in a way that made her eyes widen slightly. “I’m sure you’re not the first woman he’s duped. Most probably don’t even ask about his relationship status.”

The corners of her soft lips dipped. “Did you know who my date was from the start?”

The art to lying—not that he was a liar—was to stick as close to the truth as possible without giving away too many details. He didn’t want to fib at all but he had his client’s confidentiality to protect too. Didn’t the job end the moment he found out Alamo hadn’t cheated during the event? “Yeah, I had a guess.”
Rhonda Lee Carver. All Cowboy & Heart ARC (Kindle Locations 468-528). Kindle Edition.

Wade saves Dusty from embarrassment, and they actually get to know each other a little before they end up in her hotel room. They have a rather uncomfortable morning after, at least for Dusty, I kinda got a kick out of it.

There were consequences of that very enjoyable night, now Dusty has to tell Wade. Her boss comes up with a story she wants done on his brother Cade, and Dusty intends to get to know Wade a lot better before telling him.

An enjoyable, fun and sizzling tale with more than one surprise.

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Cowboy August – Cooper’s Hawk Landing Book 6 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy August
Cooper’s Hawk Landing Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rhonda Lee Carver

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Strength had always been her greatest asset,
until August West took her life by lasso…

Over her dead body would she allow her grandmother to give the family farm to a cocky cowboy. So, Tobi Saint dropped everything and headed to Cooper’s Hawk, a place she swore she wouldn’t step foot in again, but the vague call she received concerned her.

August West had lived a lot of places in his lifetime, but none had felt more like home than Cooper’s Hawk. He was back and liked working on River Saint Farm. The owner, Isobella, had taken him under her wing and treated him like her own. As her health started to decline, she asked for his help in convincing Tobi to take over the farm. He wanted no part of the scheme. His memory of Tobi involved a kiss behind the barn a second before she punched him in the nose.

Yet, how could he deny helping Isobella?

The old chemistry remained between August and Tobi. Things start to heat up and a fiery kiss between old friends leads to a moment that changes everything.

He found himself unraveling. For the first time he saw a chance at a future. A chance at love. But there was more to Tobi than met the eye. She’d been hurt by everyone she loved and to find his way into her heart he’d have to shovel through a brick wall.

The deeper he dug the harder it became, but love was worth fighting for…

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Tobi is who we meet first as she’s working with her friend and partner Ellen on a new formula for their skin care line. A phone call from her grandmother Isobella with hints of selling her ranch River Saint, has Tobi rethinking her priorities. She’s been in a rut and has some serious trust issues. The thought that perhaps spending time at River Saint could help her clear her mind has her booking flights.

When we meet August, he’s with Search and Rescue and the woman involved isn’t hurt so much as wanting the rescuer. This appears to happen frequently with the Search and Rescue teams. He’s also the new ranch manager for Isobella. When he arrived he found the ranch near bankruptcy, now it’s slowly getting back on track. He’s been doing a lot of repairs on the house himself and he’s working on the hot water heater when Tobi arrives.

Tobi had a conversation with the ‘retired’ ranch manager and he didn’t have anything good to say about August. She also didn’t expect to find a man in her grandmother’s basement at night and is holding him at gunpoint when Isobella gets home.

This is a favorite scene.

“What in tarnation is going on here?” Isobella’s high-pitched voice echoed from the doorway. “Why are you holding August at gunpoint?”

The cowboy didn’t take his sparkling gaze off her. “She seems to think I’m an intruder,” he said in a lazy tone.

Gram’s laughter rattled Tobi. “Let’s put the shotgun away. Shall we, child? And have a more…peaceful introduction.” Gram swooped in, carefully took the weapon from Tobi’s hands then snickered. “It’s not even loaded, honey.”

August chuckled, scraping Tobi’s nerves even more. “What is he doing down here rummaging around?”

“I wasn’t ‘rummaging’. I was fixing the hot water tank, like I told you already,” he said, his voice a touch icier than before.

“Both of you come upstairs. I baked a pumpkin pie earlier.” Tobi took a long look at Gram. She looked tired, older, and thinner. Her hair, usually styled into a neat bob, was now shorter than August’s.

“Are you staring at me because of the hair?” Gram chuckled. “What do you think? I had my stylist do something different.”

Tobi couldn’t get her tongue to work, a tad shocked at her grandmother’s physical changes.

“I think it’s fabulous,” August said. “Right, Tobi?”

“Thank you, son. Daphne promised it’s wash and wear. Who has time to worry about hair?” Gram winked.

Feeling a bit like she’d woke up in the twilight zone, Tobi gave her head a quick shake. “Yes, I like it. I was just taken back.”

“And you, dear, look more and more like your father.” Gram rested her palm against her still-large bosom.

At the mention of the man Tobi had never met she felt the familiar sting in the pit of her stomach. What she knew about her father could fit into a tea cup. Loretta never spoke of him, didn’t even have any pictures. From what Tobi knew, Tobias had inky, dark hair, captivating green eyes and had a scar across one cheek from a fall off a horse when he was eleven. Gathering her emotions, Tobi didn’t like that August was watching her closely. Was he hoping to see a slip of her composure? Well, he wouldn’t. “I tried to call to let you know I was coming but I didn’t get an answer.”

Gram’s thin chin bobbed as she observed Tobi with a narrowed gaze. “You didn’t have to come, but now that you’re here, let’s go have some of that pie.” She had weary, pale features, and her clothes hung on her diminutive frame.

“I’d love a piece of pie,” August said, hooking his thumbs in his front pockets, still wearing a smile that should come with a warning label.

“Tobi? What about you?” Gram asked.

“Sure. Let’s have pie.” She swiped a glace back at the cowboy who didn’t seem a bit embarrassed that she’d caught him staring at her behind. And why did her body respond like she’d run a marathon?

“I’ll gather my things here and be right up,” August said.

“And maybe you can find a shirt too,” Tobi said under her breath.

“Nonsense, August. That can wait. Come to the kitchen.” Gram took the lead up the narrow stairs, stopping at the gun case. “Remember what I told you, Tobi. You always check to make sure a gun is unloaded…or loaded.”

She felt a bit foolish, but she pushed it aside.

The old kitchen hadn’t changed one bit. From the apple wallpaper trim along the yellow walls to the antique stove. The handmade cabinets to the butcher block island where she’d sit and watch Gram bake pies and make goat cheese that she’d sell at the farmer’s market on Saturdays.

“Are you okay, Tobi?”

She offered Gram a forced smile. “I’m fine. This place, especially the kitchen, brings back a lot of memories I’d forgotten.”

“Come in. Have a seat. Both of you.” Gram grabbed a knife from the drawer and sliced the pie that looked delicious.

Tobi slid up on the stool that still had her initials carved into the wood and inhaled the sweet, spicy scent of spices.

“This is a celebration of sorts. What’s a party without spirits?” Gram took down an unembellished bottle from the cabinet along with two mason jars.

“Is that dandelion wine, Gram?”

“It most certainly is,” she said proudly. “I saved back a bottle for special occasions, but I usually sell out at the farmer’s market. No one makes their own wine anymore.”

“You still have a booth at the market?” Tobi used to help her Gram. The highlight of the morning’s spent in the booth had been a visit to the candy store after.

“Of course, but August built me a refrigerated shed close to the house where I store pies, cheese, and vegetables from the garden so buyers can come here to purchase what they want. Now, can anyone tell me how we got off on the wrong foot?” She swiped her grey eyes between Tobi and August who’d casually leaned himself against the counter, arms crossed, and returning the stare with a hooded gaze.

“Just like he said, Gram. I thought he was an intruder,” Tobi muttered, eyeing the wine in desperation. If her memory served her well, the concoction was strong enough to make a person’s hair stand up. She’d learned her lesson when she snuck a drink at thirteen, but she believed she could handle herself now.

“Oh for heaven’s sake. Who’d want to break into this old place?” Gram handed August a large slice of pie topped high with whipped topping and a sprinkling of cinnamon.

Tobi made a mental note that he got the first slice. She wasn’t petty, but after speaking to Bush, she needed to find out if August could be trusted. Taking a gulp of the wine, she squinted and saw stars. “Sheesh, Gram. This should come with a warning.”

“It does. The label says, “Drink responsibly’. I can trust that you won’t be meddling in my gun cabinet again, right?”

What could Tobi say? It was best to remain quiet.

“I don’t hold any hard feelings.” August shifted on his worn boots. “Tobi only meant to protect the homestead. Who can blame her for that?”

She caught a bit of sarcasm in his tone. Their gazes connected for an awkward breath and Tobi forced a smile onto her tight lips. Easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar. “Honest mistake. Could have happened to anyone.”

“Right.” He winked.

Why did her stomach turn? She was quite aware of this new August with his handsome face, charming smile, and rock-hard body. She guessed he got a lot of attention from all the ladies in town. When he dug into his pie, she took the opportunity to sneak another peek down the stretch of T-shirt that hugged his torso to the bulge just below his leather belt anchored with an eye-catching buckle wide enough to serve a T-bone on. The temperature rose a notch. As a kid she thought he had cooties, and he probably still did, but she wouldn’t mind catching a few…

What the hell?

Had she lost her mind?
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While these two get off on the wrong foot, Isobella throws them together consistently. They were friends as children they can get along now. But Tobi has to open up to conversations and things that can be proven.

The relationship between Isobella and Tobi needs some work and the things that Isobella holds back she really shouldn’t have. August has to prove himself more than once even as he falls for Tobi all over again.

Tobi has to deal with her issues in order for this romance to work.

Twists and Turns, a bit of suspense and a simmer to sizzle romance.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Broken Halo – Undercover Silvers Book 1 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Broken Halo
Undercover Silvers Book 1
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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Will he risk everything, even his life,
for trouble in stilettos?

As Savage Halo Royalty, Brick is a revered MC member, but because he isn’t “blood” some Royalty members don’t trust him, including Vice President King. Royalty has been breathing down Brick’s neck to marry an ol’ lady of their choice to prove his loyalty to the club.

For three years, Brick has been undercover. He’s spent every minute carefully planning his next move, watching his back, and building trust within the club to do one thing. Bring down criminal Max King. Brick’s so close he can almost taste it.

Then in walks trouble from the past.

Ireland Atlas is an ex-member and deserter of Savage Halo, which puts her on a “list” with Royalty. She’s looking for her sister who was last seen near the Broken Halo Club that Brick runs. When Ireland gets him caught up in a situation that puts her life in danger, and risks exposing him as an agent, he vows to save her. But first, she must do something for him.

They must marry.

They will have to fight to stay alive. But can they fight the feelings erupting between them?

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Undercover Silvers are part of an undercover unit with the DEA. They focus on bringing down MC criminals. Each agent has a story to tell of tours of duty, war wounds, heartbreak, resilience, and most importantly, skill. And they’re all SILVER FOXES.

Ireland Atlas has to find her sister, the only way she can think of to find her is through Brick. The last she heard he’s now Savage Royalty which means if Meg is back with King he’d know or he could get her a conversation with King.

Brick does get her that conversation but it has some very interesting consequences.

This is a favorite scene.

Blinking rapidly, Ireland tried to focus on the ceiling that looked strange to her.

She wasn’t at home. Where was she?

Turning her head on the hard pillow, a dull ache ripped through her temples.

Ten seconds later she could finally lift herself up on her elbow and better survey her surroundings. She was back in the red room.

Pressing her fingers to her forehead, she tried to focus on her memories flooding back in frightening detail. King. The brunette at the dinner table. The red dress that belonged to Meg.

The same one she was still wearing.

Wine. A dizzy spell. King wanting retribution.

He’d slipped something in her wine. What had he given her?

A combination of anger, fear, and concern scurried through her, seizing her muscles in an invisible clamp. She had to get out of this room, and far away from King and his insanity.

Why wouldn’t her body move?

She heard a soft clicking sound across the room. The doorknob turned. Someone was coming in. The question became was it King, or one of his goons?

Forcing her legs to move, she fell off the side of the bed with a thud. She’d think of the pain later but right now she needed to get away. Crawling across the rug, she huddled in the corner, covering her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Holding her breath, she saw a flash of black.

Then she saw Brick.

Was she seeing things? She blinked wildly, but he was still there.

“Brick?”

He didn’t say a word but came around to sit on the floor beside her. She fell into his comforting arms, holding back tears. She hoped she wasn’t dreaming because this felt too good to be true.

“It’s okay, Ireland. I’m here. You’re safe,” he said next to her ear, his fingers tangling in her hair.

His muted words sounded like they were being piped through speakers, or maybe it was because her blood thrummed through her veins sounding like a waterfall. Either way, she didn’t want him to ever let her go so when he pulled back, she moaned in regret. She met his concerned gaze. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“What the hell happened?”

“King. He drugged me. I can barely move. How-how did you get in here?” Her chest rose and fell as she placed her hand on his muscled thigh, leaning into him for strength.

“I can explain that later, but right now I’m afraid we don’t have much time for chit-chat.” His growl echoed through the room. “Can you walk?”

“I can try.” Her muscles clenched as she moved, forcing them to function. He helped her to her feet and her legs wobbled but she didn’t care if she had to suddenly grow wings she would get out of the room. Brick encircled her waist with his arm to help her.

“I think you’ll need the help.”

“How will we get out?” She eased against him, inhaling his leather scent.

“That’s an interesting story.”

“You’re worrying me. Can we get out?” Some of her fear returned.

He looked tormented by something. “You told King we were getting married,” he said in a whisper.

Oh shit! Would he be mad at her? “I couldn’t let that snake touch me. It was the only thing I could think of.”

“Yeah, I understand,” he pushed through thin lips. “We have a slight problem though.”

“Slight? I’d say being here is a big problem.”

“Agreed, but what I’m about to tell you will make things even worse. King doesn’t believe that we’re engaged. He thinks you lied to him.”

The drug was starting to wear off and her mind started to work with more precision. “Why does he care?”

“You know him well enough to not need to ask that question. He wants to save face possibly, or this is just another power trip, but whatever it is we need to agree to his terms.”

“Why should we agree to his terms? I bet he knows where my sister is. We should be the one making demands.” Her anger returned full force.

“Things work differently in the Halo, Ireland. The only way we’re safe is if we follow through.”

The gravity of the situation made her tremble. “Follow through? As in get married?”

He nodded.

She almost lost her balance. “You can’t be serious?”

“Ireland…” He stood, driving his fingers through his hair.

“Brick? We’re not his puppets.”

When she swayed, he caught her.

“Whoa. Let’s sit back down.” He led her to the bed.

“How can you be so calm?” She met his gaze.

“I came back to get you and that’s my mission. To get you out safe.”

“Call someone. Use your gun.”

“They took my weapon and my phone.”

“There has to be another way.” She slumped her shoulders, feeling sick.

“It’s not the end of the world. We can go through with this and get it annulled. If it means we make it out of this shit show with our lives, then so be it.”

What the hell had she gotten them into? “I want to know where Meg is. I need to know.”

He rubbed the tension from his jaw. “She isn’t with King.”

“How do you know? Is that what he told you? He lies!”

“Yeah, he lies, but not this time. That’s something else I’ll explain later. For now, let’s stay focused on leaving through the front door alive and well.”

“As husband and wife?” Her throat clenched as the world fell off of her lips.

“Don’t look so offended, sweetheart. After all, this was your hoax.” He put some distance between them. “I bet you never thought you’d be wearing red for your wedding, yet it seems more fitting than white.”

Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, she realized he was trying to make the situation lighter. He was right, she’d put them in this terrible position. All for nothing. “I’m sorry, Brick. I did this to us.” How many men would leave her high and dry? Not him. He came to get her and he cared for her safety.
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Ireland was never very good at following orders and Brick is trying very hard to keep from revealing his true identity. He’s so close to taking King and the rest of the folks involved in trafficking down he can’t let anything prevent it.

There’s a lot of intrigue and suspense as Brick and Ireland look for Meg. There’s also the sizzling rekindling of their relationship.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. I hope it’s not too long a wait.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Cowboy Luke – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 5 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy Luke
Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 5
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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Two stubborn firefighters are faced with an uncontainable blaze inside their hearts. Can they withstand the heat?

What’s a woman to do to get over a lying, cheating ex-husband? She finds a cowboy-firefighter like Luke “Mug” Foster to salve her open wounds. He’s exactly what the “heart” doctor ordered. He was tall, dark, handsome, and eager to stoke her fire. But what happens when Jady Pierce starts to have feelings for him? She runs before she loses herself to another heartbreak. People couldn’t be trusted, and she’d learned that lesson through a long list of men who’d done her dirty.

Jady was back in Cooper’s Hawk. Last year, she’d swept in, turned Mug inside out, then disappeared without a word. Story of his life. He wouldn’t lose himself in her again, yet there was something about her that challenged and excited him. To get to the “real” Jady, he’d have to chisel through some tough layers. She was carrying around a lot of pain…and not just from a cheating ex and a bum childhood. So what made her tick? What made her hurt?

She’d be sticking around town for a while when she accepted the Sheriff duties, but how would she keep her feelings for Mug in check? He had a hold over her and she could feel her walls crumbling.

An abandoned baby, an unveiling of secrets from the past, and Mug will have Jady slowly gaining trust as she finds peace, emotion and joy in the small town that she’d once hated. However, she isn’t the only one with a few demons to exterminate.

Jady Pierce is back in Cooper’s Hawk to settle her father’s affairs. The property she didn’t know he owned needed to be sold to pay off his medical bills but needed work first.

Luke ‘Mug’ Foster has been looking for property to buy since he decided to take the fire chief position. Hank Hawke is the one who lets him know about Jady’s property. He’s not sure about seeing Jady but he certainly would like to get a bid in on the property before it hits the market. That doesn’t stop him from stopping by the property at night, her light was on after all.

This is a favorite scene.

Traveling from place to place has lost its enticement. I like it here. I enjoy volunteering at the Landing Search and Rescue. I’ve also been taken on as Chief at the firehouse. I’ve even made some good friends. It’s time I planted some roots.”

“I’m happy for you.” Their gazes met.

“What about you? Cooper’s Hawk ain’t a bad place.”

“So are you trying to convince me to sell you Mags Farm or that I should stay?” Her laugh sounded weak.

“I’d like to buy.” He pressed his boot on a loose plank in the floor. He already had a ton of ideas on how to make the place better. “I just wondered if you had any emotional connections to the place.”

“Do you know how my father came to own this place?” She sank her brush in the paint again and stepped back over to the wall to start painting along the taped-off trim.

“Something about a poker game?” She looked over her shoulder at him. “I imagine someone would have to be drunker than my father to make that mistake.”

“Drunk or desperate to win the game.”

“Two of Bobby Sinclaire’s greatest achievements in life. Poker and liquor.” She went back to focusing on the wall. “He definitely did have a knack for card games. He’d spent more time in basement gambling clubs than he ever did at home. For that, I’m grateful.”

A familiar twinge developed in the center of his chest. He wasn’t a stranger to family turmoil.

Shrugging out of his jacket, he tossed it over a plastic covered chair and picked up the new roller.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Helping. I’ve used a paint roller once or twice over the years.”

“Aren’t you tired? If you’ve been out on the mountain doing a search—”

“No. We were just out training a couple of horses. Anyway, I might as well do something to keep myself busy. I won’t be able to get to sleep for hours.”

“I don’t need any help—”

“Jady…” He wanted to be distant with her because she’d kicked him to the curb, but the last thing he wanted to carry around on his shoulders was anger when it wouldn’t add up to a bag of beans. Cooper’s Hawk, and the people in it, had taught him a lot about himself and what he wanted, and needed, not only for the present but also for his future. Each day he grappled with his troubles, but each day he also made amazing strides to recovery. “This isn’t for you as much as it is an ulterior motive. Maybe it’ll sway you to sell to me.” He rolled the sponge into the paint and made a wide W on the wall.

“Are you putting pressure on me, Cowboy? I’ve a had a few inquiries, just so you know.” She turned her back to him.

“No pressure.”

“Have you thought about all the work this place will need?”

“Well, obviously it hasn’t been a functioning farm for years. Your pa might have won it in a game of poker, but farming wasn’t his business. The fields will need a bush hog. The outbuildings will need reconstructed, possibly a few torn down. And the house,” he swung his gaze around, “will need more than a layer of paint or two. Or three. I’m willing to pay a fair price. I thought you’d be happy to get out of dodge.”

“This wouldn’t be my pick of places.”

“I think the townsfolk of Cooper’s Hawk would have their feelings hurt at a statement like that.” He dipped his dry roller, glancing over at her. She did a little bounce as she attempted to reach the highest point of the wall. “Here, let me take care of that” He grabbed the ladder and set it up close to the wall. “Even tall women need a little help to reach places sometimes.”

Their gazes met for a fleeting second before she turned away. He skimmed his gaze up her long, toned legs to the hem of the shorts, feeling a tug in places he needed to shut off. Clearing his throat, he grabbed up his roller and focused on finishing up the last bit of wall. “Do you have someone you need to get home to?” He shouldn’t ask, but a curious man couldn’t hold his tongue.

After a tense hesitation, she answered, “No. How about you? Do you have someone who might be wondering where you are tonight?”

His chuckle vibrated off the bare walls. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well good.” She stepped down from the ladder and dropped her brush in a bucket of water. “I wouldn’t want to be in the middle of any drama. I know how folks around these parts can talk.”

There was that look again, a sadness that consumed the brightness in her eyes.

“Why did you do it, Jady?” He needed an explanation. “Do what?”

“Leave like you did last year. You disappeared.” He shifted in his boots. Seeing her expression, he wished he’d kept his mouth shut but that couldn’t happen. “It was a pretty shitty thing to do.”

“Why are you bringing this up? Can’t we leave the past where it belongs?”

“Hell if I know. I didn’t come here tonight to exchange tidbits about what we shared. I guess the curiosity overcame me.” He moaned. “Damn, forget I asked.” He didn’t want to expose too much of his raw emotions. It didn’t matter anyway. She’d leave town soon enough.

“You don’t seem like the type to get your feelings hurt so easily.”

“And I didn’t think you were the type to bail out so callously. Sometimes we’re wrong about a person.” He dropped his roller into the water bucket. As if an invisible force took control of him, he crossed the short distance between them. He saw her eyes widen as he bent and kissed her. It couldn’t have been described as a passionate kiss, but one of pent-up energy and closure. When he pulled away, he explored her expression, humored by the flecks of twinkles in her eyes and the quiver in her bottom lip. She stood there and stared as if she couldn’t wrap her brain around what had just happened. “There. Now that’s a proper goodbye in my book. Or hello. Either way, I got that out of my system, so I think we’re good.” He swallowed the giant cotton ball feeling in his throat then reached for his jacket and swung it over his shoulder. “You have a nice night, ma’am, and welcome to Cooper’s Hawk, for however long as you’ll be here.” He strolled out and inhaled a needed dose of oxygen. His body screamed for more of the kiss, but logic warned him he’d left things on a good note so leave it at that.

Smiling, he climbed into his truck, turned up the music, and drove home. He had a feeling he’d be out like a light once his head hit the pillow.
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Jady has a lot of decisions to make, but one of the easiest is to let Mug buy the farm. The other took some consideration but she also agreed to be the acting sheriff while Sheriff Conley was away on personal business.

That one leads to quite a few interesting encounters.

The more time Mug and Jady spend together the more the attraction ramps up. These two are definitely meant to be together, but her past just keeps getting in her way.

Fun, tension, surprises and a romance that sparks then flares to life.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Cowboy Boone – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 4 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy Boone
Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 4
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Rhonda Lee Carver

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She’s his best friend’s sister and off limits…but then again, he never cared much for limits.

Daisy Bloom had wanted her brother’s best friend, Boone Hawke, for as long as she could remember. Why couldn’t he see her for more than her brother’s little sister? She decided to take charge of her own fate and bring out a few tricks to get him to see her differently. A kiss, a flirty smile, and a flash of her “assets” might get him to bite the forbidden apple.

There was something in the water. Must be for Daisy to flirt with him. Brody’s little sister wasn’t so little anymore and Boone had noticed. She’d metamorphosed from the girl with the too-large glasses and oversized bibs, always wearing a smear of dirt on her cheek, to a seductive woman who had him in her crosshairs. Too bad she was off limits. There was a buddy code Boone didn’t plan to cross. Yet, what would one kiss hurt? One itty-bitty touch should put his fantasy to rest.

Wrong.

One touch sent them into a labyrinth of lust, secrets, and betrayal. A line had been destroyed and there was no going back,. They were caught in a mind-blowing, carnal web. Did they have a future together or would they crash and burn? Sometimes hard decisions needed to be made, and someone would be hurt.

Daisy Bloom has been in love with Boone most of her life. She’s had relationships but no one has come close to capturing her heart. Boone is her brother’s best friend and still sees her as a kid. You’d think he’d notice the difference now she’s thirty.

Boone has noticed Daisy, but years ago he promised Brody he wouldn’t date any of his sisters. He’s got a playboy reputation, and Brody and everyone else isn’t letting that go.

When Daisy’s sister Chynna gives her some ideas Boone takes notice and he’s conflicted. If he makes a move he’ll lose his best friend, and if he doesn’t it could lose her to someone else. He does give in and agree to help raise the money for the new town park and he a good idea for it and would discuss it at the Gender Reveal for his brother and sister-in-law.

This is a favorite scene.

“Want me to take over here?” Hank asked.

“Huh?” Boone pulled his gaze away from Daisy and pretended interest in flipping a burger.

“Let me have the spatula before we have more burgers on the ground than in our mouths.” Hank took the tool and manned the grill. “Word of advice, go speak to her.”

“What? Who?”

Hank’s laugh made a few bystanders turn to look. “Don’t deny it. Your interest in Daisy Bloom is about as subtle as an elephant in a china shop.”

Rubbing his jaw, he glanced at her and she was ladling punch into her cup. He removed his stare and concentrated on opening another package of buns. “It’s just taking me some time to get used to her without glasses.”

“I bet. And maybe that form fitting red dress too?” Hank teased. “Hi, Daisy.”

Boone looked up. How the hell did she move so quick?

“Boone, you ready to go over the details on the park?” Her tongue came out to roll across her plump bottom lip and he swore he broke one of the zipper teeth in his worn jeans.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded and left the grill area. “Let’s walk.” If they were going to work together, he needed to clear the air. Walking around with a boner wouldn’t be productive, or healthy, for him. Once they were away from the crowd, he stopped and hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “About last night—”

“Last night was—”

They both started in unison.

She laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You go first,” he offered. “I was just going to say that I don’t want things to be awkward between us after last night.”

“Why would they be awkward?” He shifted on his worn boots.

Her cheeks flushed. “I-I was just a little tipsy.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He chuckled. “Let’s walk over and sit down by the water.”

Once they were seated on the weathered wooden bench, she toed off her boots and set them aside. “Much better,” she said.

“When we were kids you were barefoot all the time.”

“I still am when I can be.” She crossed her legs and the slit of the dress parted, showing off her nice thighs. His gaze seemed to lock on her legs all the way down to her delicate ankles. Her toenails were painted a bright red. She had nice feet and he wasn’t sure he’d ever noticed anyone’s feet before now. Not that he was a foot man. He liked a woman’s smile, and she wasn’t lacking in that area either. “How about we go out and sit on the dock so I can dip my feet in the water.” She was already up and moving that direction.

He followed, watching the natural sway of her hips.

She sat down, tugging at her skirt, then dipped her toes in.

Toeing off his boots and socks, he joined her, sitting a little closer than he normally would.

“Want a sip?” she offered.

“Sure.” He took a swallow from her cup then handed it back, feeling a stiffness behind his zipper when she pressed her lips to the same spot where he’d drank. How could something so simple cause such a strong emotion in him?

He wanted to lick the remaining sweetness of the punch off her lips.

“About the committee, I know it isn’t your cup of tea, but I could use the help.” She rolled the tip of her finger along the rim of the cup.

He eased back onto his hands and stretched his legs. The coolness of the water helped to ease some of the heat in his veins. “I said I’d help and I meant it. I won’t back out. What happened to Mitch? I would have figured he’d fight tooth and nail to spend some time with you.”

“He wouldn’t face a duel for me.” She laughed.

“Huh?”

“It’s an inside thing. What I meant, a man would fight an enemy, face death, for the woman he loves, and Mitch has met her…and her name is Katherine.” She looked out across the pond where geese skimmed the top of the water. “We both thought it best that he does not help.”

“Katherine? Is that his ex?”

“Yes.”

“I’d forgotten about her.” He scratched his temple.

“Well, he hasn’t.” She brought the cup to her lips and sipped, then set it aside.

“Did this knowledge come after you rejected him or before?”

Her eyes widened. “How do you know that I rejected him?”

“The text I received from you pretty much gave it away. You wouldn’t have bothered with me if you were in a cowboy’s arms.”

“I would have never slept with Mitch,” she said quietly.

“You certainly seemed hell bent last night.” Anger boiled inside him.

“I-I…”

“What?”

“To sleep with a man I need more reason than loneliness.” Her eyes turned darker.

“How is it possible that you can be lonely?”

“I thought we came out here to discuss the park, not my love life, or lack thereof.”

“You and everyone else seem to enjoy discussing mine. Maybe it’s time I turned the tables.”

She shifted to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean everyone thinks they know what happens in my bed. I know a bit about loneliness myself.” He’d divulged more than he wanted to, but it felt right to allow her in.

She laughed but once she realized he wasn’t teasing her expression sobered. “Sorry, but…”

“There. Right there. You all think you know me.”

“Okay, then. Just as you’ve promised to not call me Frog again, I’ll promise not to assume you’re a playboy.” She held up two fingers pressed together in oath.

He sat up and pressed his elbows against his knees. “Oh sheesh. Saying that aloud makes it all sound even worse.”

She leaned over and lifted his shirt, looking at his back. “Nope, don’t see any.”

“And what don’t you see?”

“Claw marks. I’m sure if you bedded Talia her three-inch nails would have left permanent marks.”

“You’re funny. Can we please not mention her name again?”

“Sure, but it’s kind of hard when you’re wearing her scent.” She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “Is that Eau de Taliette?”

“Yeah, you just keep getting funnier.”

“Okay. Okay. I brought you out here to discuss raising money, not putting my nose where it doesn’t belong. We should stay on track. We need a proposal and don’t have much time.”

“Is that why you’re no longer pissed at me? You want to reel me in to talk money?” He jerked up a brow.

“Your sparkling attitude keeps me from staying mad at you,” she teased.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?’

“A rodeo?”

“Takes too much time.”

“A dance?”

“Won’t raise enough money. Wouldn’t be worth our while.”

“How about a carnival? The committee put on one a few years ago and it did very well. We could dress you up as a clown and you can tie balloons into funny shapes for the kids.”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

She sighed and irritation crawled over her face. “You’ve shot down all my ideas so why don’t you name something, Einstein.”

“I do have some ideas, you know.”

“I believe you, but you have to communicate them so we’re not spinning our wheels.”

“If I could get a word in,” he huffed.

“Fine. Go ahead.”

“How about a concert?”

“Like a singing on stage concert?” She snickered. “I love the idea, but I’ve heard you sing and I’m even worse. We want to raise money, not destroy anyone’s hearing.”

“Jinx Crow.”

“Jinx? I haven’t heard that name in years. I thought after a few years of living the life of a popular music career he disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“He disappeared but not off the face of the earth. He retired because the life of a star wasn’t fit for him. Now he writes music for big hit artists. Imagine how many people would show up to hear him sing and for an autograph. He’s a hometown boy. People remember him.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. How can we get Jinx to come back to Cooper’s Hawk and do a concert? As far as I know he hasn’t been here since he took off for Nashville at eighteen. What makes you think he’ll want to come back now.”

“He owes me a favor and I haven’t called it in yet. He and I happen to stay in touch and it’s worth a shot.” He looked up into the sky and the large, puffy clouds.

She laid her hand on his bicep and he snapped his chin around to look at her. “See, Boone, this is why you’re a benefit to the committee.
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When these two finally come together, it’s explosive and kept a secret. Someone is going to have to break it to Brody sooner or later, unfortunately he’s going to find out on his own.

This is a fun read with plenty of sizzle and a cowboy who needs to listen to his heart.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Cowboy Hank – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 3 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy Hank
Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 3
By
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When he met her, she needed him…but he realized he might need her more.

Being on the run, homeless, and hungry, it seemed fate had led Helena and her daughter to Cooper’s Hawk where everyone was welcoming, especially one cowboy who took a protector role. She wasn’t a damsel in distress, but she wasn’t prideful either. She’d do anything to keep her daughter safe.

Hank Hawke wasn’t a stranger to challenges. His scars ran deep, but the invisible scars ran much deeper. Coming home from a tour in IRAQ after a bomb explosion killed men in his unit, and left him seriously injured, he had to rebuild and reshape his life. The last thing he needed was a woman with a lot of trouble showing up to breach the secure wall he’d placed around himself, and his heart. However, a cowboy was allowed to change his mind.

Trust wasn’t easy for Helena or Hank, but can they learn to overcome the past to have a future? Are they strong enough to combat the demons? Can Helena hide in a small town where everyone knows everyone…and everything. Someone from the past wants her to pay a price, but Hank will protect her, and her daughter, against all monsters.

Helena left the man her father wanted her to marry at the alter. She picked up her daughter, emptied her savings account and started driving. She’d pulled off the main highway to get gas and still hasn’t found the gas station the sign referred to, when her cell rings. She pulls to the side of the road and shuts the engine to answer. Her best friend is calling to be sure she’s okay. Helena wasn’t sure she and Freya are but she’s doing the best she can. Which right at the moment wasn’t very good, but they were safe and together. After the conversation Helena’s car won’t start and she’s contemplating what to do. The sign she saw said Cooper’s Hawke Landing 5 miles, but she isn’t sure how much of that she’s actually gone.

A truck stops and the driver and older man offers her a ride to town. It takes a bit of convincing but she agrees, at least to the edge of town, or so she thought. She was further from civilization than she realized when she refused to let the man take her further. Now walking in the rain carrying her daughter who had taken off her shoes again and is barefoot. She’s relieved when she sees the sign for Pelican Hawke a bar and grill. She couldn’t bring Freya inside but maybe there was some shelter in the back.

Hank is the owner of Pelican Hawke and when we meet him he’s having a nightmare flashback. He doesn’t get them often anymore thanks to medication and therapy, but it was a long day on Search and Rescue. When he goes downstairs to his office he’s watching the security cameras. He sees Helena enter the bar and realizes she’s a stranger in town. However when he sees her steal a sandwich he gets a bit angry.

Discovering her plight Hank asks her to come into the kitchen of the bar and have something to eat.

This is a favorite scene.

Hank hung up, left his phone on the desk and went back into the kitchen.

“All okay, my friend?” George whipped something in a glass bowl.

“Fine. Why?”

“You look a bit out of sorts.”

“Can you make some food—” The back door opened and Hank’s explanation disappeared with a hiss of breath. Helena and her daughter stepped inside. Now that the little girl was awake and standing on her own two feet, barefoot, Hank could see the similarity between mother and daughter.  “Hi,” he said to them both.

“I-I hope it’s okay.” Helena swiped a glance between Hank and George who if was surprised hid it well. Some of her natural color had returned but the suspicious element in her eyes remained.

“Ladies, this is George, best cook this side of Montana,” Hank introduced the man who greeted them with a smile.

“I’m Helena and this is Freya.”

“I’m Hank,” he told the child who stared up at him with wide doe-like eyes. She held her mom’s hand and partially hid. “Come and have a seat. George can make you whatever you like. Right, buddy?”

The man must have been in a semi-trance because it took him two seconds to answer. “Sure. Anything you want. I bet you like chicken tenders,” he said to Freya who answered with a nod that was so small it could have just been a movement.

“She loves chicken tenders,” Helena answered.

“How about you, ma’am?” George asked, already gathering ingredients.

“Don’t worry about me,” she answered quietly. “I’m not hungry.”

Hank studied her face. He didn’t know her, but he could see by the set of her jaw that pride kept her from accepting a handout. Was she scared he’d ask her for payment?

“Ah, come on,” George said. “It’s not often I get to prepare a meal for special guests. Can I interest you in a cheeseburger and sweet potato fries, not to toot my own horn, but it is my specialty?”

There was only a second’s hesitation. “Sure. I appreciate it.”

“Come and sit down.” Hank pointed at the bar stools organized around the wooden kitchen island.

Once they were seated, Hank washed his hands and dried them then nervously stuffed them into his front pockets. What had come over him? He’d met plenty of petite, pale, suspicious women in his day so what made her different?

Helena laid her hands politely in her lap while Freya stared at him.

Feeling like he needed to do something quick, he asked, “Can I get you both something to drink?”

“Can I have cherry pop?” The little girl asked with big eyes.

“We’ll take water,” Helena cleared her throat and resituated herself on the stool. Little, spirals of hair had stuck on her long, lithe neck and other curls had weaved their way around tiny, sparkling earrings which seemed out of place compared to her outfit.

Realizing he had steered off track, he stepped over to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water and placed them on the table. Then he grabbed the bottle of brandy from the cabinet and poured a small amount, not enough to get a person drunk but enough to take the chill off. He pressed the small glass into the woman’s hand who looked at him like he’d grown horns. “Just enough to take the chill out of your bones.”

She made several swipes from the amber liquid back to him as if debating what she should do.

He started to get the idea she would hand the glass back to him. “It’s only a swallow but if you don’t want it—”

“What is it?”

“Brandy.”

She took a sip. Her slight quiver told him she savored the pool of warmth in her stomach that would soon spread to the rest of her body. He knew that look all too well from a time when he’d relied on the bottle to warm him too…but not from the cold weather.

“Can I have some?” Freya asked.

“If it’s okay with your mom I can make you hot chocolate,” Hank offered, receiving a nod of approval from Helena.

While he went about preparing a cup, she emptied the brandy. When he set the cup of steaming hot chocolate piled with marshmallows in front of Freya she appeared excited as if he’d just given her a bowl of candy. “Be careful,” Hank said. “It might be a little hot.”

When George placed their plates on the table, they dug in. Freya snatched up a handful of fries and rammed them into her mouth.

“Slow down or you’re going to choke,” Helena said to her daughter.

She slowed shoveling the food in but only slightly.

Helena went about eating with more refined control. She shook out a napkin and laid it over her lap, and Hank was caught by her proper manners. Not that anyone in her situation couldn’t have manners, but there was a quality about her behavior that told him she’d been taught proper etiquette.

Hank gave them a few minutes of uninterrupted eating before he finally asked, “Are you two just passing through?”

The creases around her eyes returned and he realized he’d crossed a line he didn’t even know was there.

“I’m going to take a break.” Whether George sensed the tension or truly needed a break, Hank couldn’t be sure but alone with the woman and her kid he felt a bit awkward. He couldn’t seem to get his communication right.
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A warm dry place for the night in the form of Hank’s apartment over the bar, allows Helena and Freya to have a good night sleep. Now comes the hard part, her car, a job and a place to stay. All of these happen because of Hank.

Trusting isn’t easy for Helena but gradually and with some gentle persuasion from Hank, her story gets told. They also acknowledge the attraction between them. Helena still isn’t sure this is where she wants to stay but the signs are it would be a good place to settle with Freya.

A search and rescue and a fugitive add some intrigue.

I loved seeing Hank’s family together, it was a fun gathering.

A courtship, with fun, intrigue, some suspense and of course some sizzling heat.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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2020 Christmas Countdown: More Than A Christmas Cowboy – A Sweet Holiday Novella by Rhonda Lee Carver


More Than A Christmas Cowboy
A Sweet Holiday Novella
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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She needs a holidate. He has a soft spot for feisty redheads. They’re a perfect match…until he kisses her under the mistletoe…

Rona Collins has wanted Stone for too long, but the time has never been right to tell him how she feels. When her sister plans a Christmas wedding at a private resort, Rona feels the time has finally come to plan her secret reveal. She’s single. He’s single. What could get in the way?

Then he shows up with a beautiful woman clinging to his arm, and Rona must find herself a holidate fast.

Kai Grey needs a break from the family ranch so a few days at a resort to watch his best buddy get married sounds like an opportunity for some peace and quiet. From minute one, his plans are turned upside down. Not only must he share his cabin, but his new roommate lassos him into pretending to be her Christmas date.

From the second he agreed to help her, he knew he’d live to regret it. Too bad she wants his best friend…or does she?

Kisses under the mistletoe and snuggling up to soft curves are definitely some perks to being a holidate, until a drunken fool and a dead fish ruin the Christmas cheer.

Rona’s sister Marti is getting married and she chose a very beautiful and romantic setting for it. This would be Rona’s chance to tell Stone how she feels about him, he’d broken up with his latest fling so he’s free again. However, Rona didn’t expect that her car wouldn’t make it all the way to her cabin. She wasn’t exactly dressed for a hike through the snow with her suitcase.

Kai is the groom’s irritating best friend. He’s really the last person Rona wanted to run into, but she knew he’d be here for Taylor.

This is a favorite scene.

The lane curved up another incline and she followed the snow-covered roadway, her boots slipping and sliding but she kept her balance. The curls that she thought were contained in the updo were starting to make a bid for freedom and bounce around her cheeks. She could also feel sweat beading up under her arms and between her breasts. The satin blouse would start to wrinkle.

The rattling of an engine caught her attention. A Jeep turned the curve and she anticipated that she could catch a ride the rest of the way, but all hope vanished when she saw the driver. Holy smokes. Of course, he’d have to be here for the week also.

She quickened her pace, hoping he wouldn’t stop.

No such luck.

He slowed and she looked back, cringing.

Kai Grey, Taylor’s obnoxious best friend, smiled from ear to ear behind the dirty windshield. The wipers swished back and forth, mimicking the sudden whooshing in her body. She didn’t like him. Not one bit.

She stared ahead, hoping he continued on his way, but she should have known better. He rolled down the side window.

“Need a lift, Red?” Kai was equally as handsome as Stone with sandy hair that he usually hid under a white Stetson and eyes the color of a top-shelf whiskey surrounded by absurdly long lashes for a man. Over six feet of broad shoulders, wide chest, and thick muscles he’d earned from working on his family’s horse ranch, he certainly did look good. Unfortunately, his attitude rubbed her the wrong way. He seemed to enjoy targeting her with his lame jokes and using the nickname he’d bestowed upon her when she met him. Red.

“I’m fine walking.” She didn’t even look at him as she attempted to stride confidently ahead.

“You’re going to ruin those fancy boots,” he said in a slow, drawn-out accent.

Keep your eyes ahead. Keep your eyes ahead.

She couldn’t resist.

Glancing over, her breath caught. His hat was now missing, exposing a mass of tousled hair that was a bit longer since she saw him last. His lopsided grin was present and his broad, clefted chin was cleanly shaven. His arm leaned halfway out of the open window and the rolled-up sleeve of his white T-shirt showed off most of the intricate tattoo of a cross wrapped in barbed wire on his flexed bicep. She heard him say once he got the ink while he was serving in the Marines.

“It’s too late. They’re probably already ruined,” she finally answered.

“Come on. It’s just a ride, not a marriage proposal. Your nose and cheeks are as red as your hair. By the way, is your hair redder?”

Lifting her chin and shoulders, she frowned. “Here we go with the insults. My name is Rona, not Red. Do you think it’s possible that you could manage not to make wisecracks about my appearance every time you see me?”

“How about that ride?”

“Not on your life.”

An easy grin turned up his full lips, engaging deep dimples. His irises reflected the snow making them brighter than usual. “Suit yourself.” He gave her a casual wave and a wink before he sped off. The Jeep’s tires kicked up slush, splattering her face. Grr.

The heat building inside helped her to momentarily forget the freezing temperature. Why did he infuriate her so much? Why did she allow him to affect her? Why had she allowed the schoolyard bullies to bother her when they made fun of her wild curly hair, her early-puberty-curves, and too-large glasses? By the time she reached high school she’d embraced her unique looks and all those kids who made fun of her wanted to be her friend.

Kai didn’t make her feel like those kids had. He made her feel…what exactly?

Angry.

Irritated.

Like she was on fire.

Huffing, she scrambled up the hill, her feet now wet in the leaky boots, pushing the infuriating cowboy out of her mind. This vacation would be pleasurable.

Finally she came to the tin-roofed cabin set back in the woods. Lighted garland wrapped around the railing of the porch and a large wreath hung on the red door. A swinging sign posted next to the shoveled sidewalk had the name “Kismet”.

This was her cabin. Relief spread through her, until she saw the Jeep parked in the driveway.

What is Kai doing at my cabin?
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Sharing a cabin with Kai? So not happening, or was it. They really couldn’t impose on the couple about to get married. They had to reach a compromise.

When Stone shows up with a date Rona immediately takes action to get Kai to be her date. She didn’t want anyone to know how much she had hoped to be with Stone.

This book is so much fun as Kai and Rona figure why they irritate each other. A perfect Holiday read!

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Cowboy Wilde – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 2 By Rhonda Lee Carver


Cowboy Wilde
Cooper’s Hawke Landing book 2
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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From the very beginning, fate led Grace to Wilder Ranch. Would the peaceful town of Cooper’s Hawk hold the key to peace in her heart?

Sitting in a quiet bus station, Grace Everly needed something, somewhere to go. The walls of her apartment in the city were closing in, suffocating her. By luck or by destiny, a stranger arrived with a ticket that offered Grace an opportunity to leave her broken past behind—a job at a remote ranch. Without a clue what she was getting herself into, she got on a bus and took it to Cooper’s Hawk, Montana. Within an hour of reaching the small town, and the ranch, she realized she’d made a huge mistake. The house was a dump, the job was out of her comfort zone, and the owner, as hunky as he was, left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Yet, there was something about the place she connected with.

Ruger Wilde was on a time crunch. He needed to get the Ranch and B&B up and running fast. And when his hired help showed up late and looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine, not the hard worker he’d expected, they were immediately off to a rocky start. She didn’t have any idea how to hammer a nail or boil a pot of water, so why didn’t he send her back where she came from? Why did he feel like she needed Wilder Ranch more than the ranch needed her?

In bits and pieces Grace reveals her past and Ruger starts to warm up to the mesmerizing beauty, although neither of them are prepared for the emotions that hit them like a ton of bricks. Will they learn that love always comes with risks? Sometimes the pain suffered in the past only makes love much sweeter the second time around…

Grace needs a break, she has immersed herself in work since her divorce and the loss that causes her immeasurable pain. As she’s sitting at the bus station deciding on where to go she overhears an argument. The woman is leaving and the boyfriend is trying to get her to stay. Now Grace has really been looking for some sort of sign as to where she should take this break and it comes in the form of that young woman who she sees crying in the restroom. With the letter that confirmed the woman’s employment in her hand she buys the ticket to Cooper’s Hawk Landing.

Ruger Wilde is doing additional certification training for Search and Rescue along with his buddies. He’s an ex-marine and many of the team are also former military. This is really more to be sure they are all staying fit and able to do the strenuous feats that are required during mountain rescues. He also has a goal of getting both a B&B and working ranch up and running in a month’s time. A feat that is daunting to say the least since the property has been neglected for years.

Grace decided to let a little white lie lead her to this job. This is made easier by the fact that the original young lady was named Graceann. Just dropping the ann part is easy but she still has no idea of the expectations of this job she’s about to undertake.

Now she didn’t expect to have any feelings one way or another for her boss, but Ruger sets her heart aflutter from the moment they sit down to discuss her contract. Ruger knows she’s lying but decides to let her stay anyway. That first day she meets quite a few people in town, including Ruger’s mother Hannah, his friend Mug and Mindy Hawke.

As she’s figured out that the best way do start things is to alternate the painting inside with landscaping. That way she could avoid be overwhelmed by the heat inside. For now she only had to cook for herself and Ruger but she’s not very good at cooking, so she’s going to have to learn and quickly.

While she’s at the garden store she runs into Mug and he invites her to dinner. She accepts and when she tells Ruger he’s a bit stunned but doesn’t say anything. While she’s gone he does a bit of pacing which I found amusing.

This is a favorite scene when she gets home a couple hours later.

“THANK YOU FOR joining me.”

“I’m glad I did. You were right, it was the best pizza I’ve ever had.” She looked across the seat at Mug.

“I hope the company wasn’t too bad either.”

“The company was splendid.” And she meant it. He was funny, intelligent and had many stories of his life adventures. She also appreciated that he hadn’t made a single move that would have made things awkward between them. “Have a safe trip home.” She climbed out of the passenger seat of his truck, closed the door, and waved.

The truck pulled away and she naturally glanced across the yard to the guest house. A light was still on. She turned to start for the porch, but something tugged her to take the path that could change things between her and Ruger. She didn’t owe him an explanation, but she wanted to give him one.

Dew had settled on the grass and by the time she made it to the guest house her sandaled feet were soaked. At the door, she hesitated, rethinking the next step a dozen times before she finally gave in and knocked softly.

The door came open and her breath held. Ruger was shirtless, his jeans were left unbuttoned like he’d heard the knock and dragged them on. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said back. “Were you asleep?”

“Almost. Come in?” His brow lifted.

“I shouldn’t. I just wanted to say…” Suddenly the words jammed in her throat. She hadn’t planned this out very far.

“Yeah?” He chuckled.

“I guess I just wanted to let you know that I was home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly turned and practically ran up the path to the main house. What had she been thinking? She’d almost made it when she heard a noise behind her, gave a slight squeal as she felt a grip on her wrist…
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Now with that first kiss things change between them, and while they are both guarding their hearts, that will slowly change.

There are a few twists and turns in this book along with a rescue or two and quite a few surprises as Ruger and Grace figure out their feelings. I really enjoyed this slow build relationship that eventually sizzles.

I have to go back now and read the first book of the series, somehow I missed it. ‘Cowboy Creed’ is Mindy and Creed Hawke’s story.

5 Contented Purrs for Rhonda!

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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