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Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]
by Stacy Dawn
Category: Romance
Description: Travel consultant Sarah Monroe's sudden streak of bad luck continues when, after taking a baseball bat to her cheating fiancé's truck, she discovers she's trashed the wrong one. Worse, the real owner, sexy cowboy Harper Reed, witnesses her act of vengeful vandalism. The last thing she needs is her passport cancelled due to a criminal record--or to risk trusting another handsome man. While Sarah worries if their shaky negotiation will hold up under her bad luck, Harper tries to find a way to prove that luck is not only in the eye of the beholder ... but in the heart of a cowboy.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Yellow Rose, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008
 
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [81 KB]
Words: 15992
Reading time: 45-63 min.
"Whoa there, Slugger." The soft body thunked into his arms, back to his chest as rose scented curls fanned his face. For a moment, Harper relived the moment in the back bedroom, her hair grazing his cheek, her soft skin tingling beneath his hands. The moment was seared into his body, charging it to life the moment he touched her. Unfortunately, her squirming to untwist a spiked heel from the platform broke into the pleasant memory. He shifted her to one arm in order to reach down and unhook the errant heel. "You could have broken your neck," he said in a gentle reprimand as he helped her to stand. "I told you I'd be back to help." Her gaze darted over his shoulder and out the open door. "Yeah, well, I think I've had just about enough help from men lately." She poked a finger in his chest. "God is a man, isn't he? Well, doesn't that just explain everything." "O-okay." Harper wasn't about to delve into a cryptic retort like that and instead sized up the slight pinch of her brows and the haze fading her blue eyes to grey. "You sure you're all right?" "Yep, great. No problem." She averted her eyes and turned with one spiked heel rising to the cake's platform. "Now, help me up. This is gonna be one show you're not likely to forget." And how, he thought as his hands slipped to the round, firm ass. All in the name of assistance of course, but man... Haul it in there, Reed. Easier said than done as he shifted his own hips to relieve the growing strain in his jeans. "Okay, I'm in. What do you think?" Sarah popped around, sultry arms raised in a very 1940's pin-up pose. Harper's lips twitched. "Perfect." Her smile grew, eyes dancing like diamonds in the spotlight. His body instantly reacted with a tight chest and even tighter pants. Harper cleared his throat and sidestepped behind the opened lid, hinged as the top of the cake. He knew his reaction wasn't anything more than being in the company of a gorgeous woman. But if that were true, then why did his gut feel like a big old rock had been dropped to the bottom.
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