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A cowboy and a hockey player … yeehaw!

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Caught Up in a Cowboy

Cowboys of Creedence, #1

by Jennie Marts

Pub Date: May 1, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Western

Blurb:

This cowboy plays to win

Rockford James was raised as a tried-and-true cowboy in a town crazy about ice hockey. Rock is as hot on the ice as he is on a horse, and the NHL snapped him up. Now, injuries have permanently benched him. Body and pride wounded, he returns to his hometown ranch to find that a lot has changed. The one thing that hasn’t? His feelings for high school sweetheart and girl-next-door Quinn Rivers.

Quinn had no choice but to get over Rock after he left. Teenaged and heartbroken, she had a rebound one night stand that ended in single motherhood. Now that Rock’s backโ€”and clamoring for a second chanceโ€”Quinn will do anything to avoid getting caught up in this oh-so-tempting cowboyโ€ฆ

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Excerpt:

He snuck a glance at her as he drove past the barn. Her wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but wisps of it had come loose and fell across her neck in little curls. She looked goodโ€”really good. A thick chunk of regret settled in his gut, and he knew letting her go had been the biggest mistake of his life.

It wasnโ€™t the first time heโ€™d thought it. Images of Quinn haunted his dreams, and he often wondered what it would be like now if only heโ€™d brought her with him instead of leaving her behind. If he had her to wave to in the stands at his games or to come home to at night instead of an empty house. But heโ€™d screwed that up, and he felt the remorse every time he returned to Rivers Gulch.

Heโ€™d been young and arrogantโ€”thought he had the world by the tail. Scouts had come sniffing around when he was in high school, inflating his head and his own self-importance. And once he started playing in the big leagues, everything about this small townโ€”including Quinnโ€”had just seemedโ€ฆwellโ€ฆsmall. Too small for a big shot like him.

He was just a kidโ€”and an idiot. But by the time heโ€™d realized his mistake and come back for her, it was too late.

Hindsight was a mother.

And so was Quinn.

Easing the car up in front of the house, he took in the festive balloons and streamers tied to the railings along the porch. So much of the house looked the same, the long porch that ran the length of the house, the wooden rocking chairs, and the swing hanging from the end.

Theyโ€™d spent a lot of time on that swing, his arm around her, talking and laughing, as his foot slowly pushed them back and forth.

She opened the car door, but he put a hand on her arm and offered her one of his most charming smiles. โ€œItโ€™s good to see you, Quinn. You look great. Even in a pirate outfit.โ€

Her eyes widened and she blinked at him, for once not having a sarcastic reply. He watched her throat shift as she swallowed, and he yearned to reach out and run his fingers along her slender neck.

โ€œWell, thanks for the lift.โ€ She turned away and stepped out of the car.

Pushing open his door, he got out and reached for the bicycle, lifting it out of the back seat before she had a chance. He carried it around and set it on the ground in front of her. โ€œIโ€™d like to meet him. You know, Max. If thatโ€™s okay.โ€

โ€œYou would?โ€ Her voice was soft, almost hopeful, but still held a note of suspicion. โ€œWhy?โ€

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. Heโ€™d been rehearsing what he was going to say as they drove up to the ranch, but now his mouth had gone dry. The collar of his cotton T-shirt clung to his neck, and he didnโ€™t know what to do with his hands.

Dangโ€”he hadnโ€™t had sweaty palms since he was in high school. He wiped them on his jeans. He was known for his charm and usually had a way with women, but not this woman. This one had him tongue-tied and nervous as a teenager.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. โ€œListen Quinn, I know I screwed up. I was young and stupid and a damn fool. And Iโ€™m sorrier than I could ever say. But I canโ€™t go back and fix it. All I can do is move forward. I miss this place. I miss having you in my life. Iโ€™d like to at least be your friend.โ€

She opened her mouth, and he steeled himself for her to tell him to go jump in the lake. Or worse. But she didnโ€™t. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face, as if trying to decide if he was serious or not. โ€œWhy now? After all these years?โ€

He shrugged, his gaze drifting as he stared off at the distant green pastures. Heโ€™d let this go on too long, let the hurt fester. It was time to make amendsโ€”to at least try. He looked back at her, trying to express his sincerity. โ€œWhy not? Isnโ€™t it about time?โ€

She swallowed again and gave a small nod of her head. A tiny flicker of hope lit in his gut as he waited for her response.

He could practically see her thinkingโ€”watch the emotions cross her face in the furrow of her brow and the way she chewed on her bottom lip. Oh man, he loved it when she did thatโ€”the way she sucked her bottom lip under her front teeth always did crazy things to his insides.

โ€œOkay. We can try being friends.โ€ She gave him a sidelong glance, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. โ€œOn one condition.โ€

Uh oh. Conditions were never good.

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Author Info:

Jennie Marts is the USA Today bestselling author of award-winning books filled with love, laughter, and always a happily ever after. She is living her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her husband, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies. Sheโ€™s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you canโ€™t have too many books, shoes, or friends. Find her online at jenniemarts.com.

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