I’m ready for a cowboy to steal my heart!!
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Cowboy Stole My Heart
A River Ranch Novel
by Soraya Lane
Blurb:
It takes true grit to build a billion-dollar dynasty like the Ford family ranch. But when it comes to finding love, all it takes is one handsome cowboy to steal a womanβs heart inΒ Cowboy Stole My HeartΒ by Soraya Lane.Β
SHEβS RIDING SOLO
As one of the heirs to the River Ranch fortune, Mia Ford is practically Texas royalty. But that doesnβt mean sheβs some pampered princess. She can saddle up and ride a horse as well as any man, even a hard-working cowboy like Sam Mendes. For years, sheβs harbored a crush on the strong, silent horseman. But how can she make a move when sheβs his boss?
HEβS TAKING THE REINS
Sam Mendes is through with loveβor so he thought. Still recovering from a breakup, heβs doing everything in his power to resist Mia Ford. Itβs bad enough sheβs the kind of beauty who drives men wild with desire. Itβs even worse sheβs got him so worked up, aching to kiss her lips, when heβs supposed to be working her ranch. Is this lovestruck cowboy willing to risk losing his jobβand breaking his heartβto win the girl of his dreams?
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Excerpt:
Mia disappeared and he talked to the horses, wandering down the line to look at all of them. Heβd only seen her ride the one, her favorite mare, but he had a feeling she was full of surprises, and her horses all looked impressive. When she didnβt reappear, Sam went looking for her, wondering what the hell was taking so long.
βHey, do you need a hand back there?β he called out. He squinted in the half-light, dark compared to the full sun glare outside when he ducked through the doorway and into the tack room.
βOh, shit, sorry, just give me a sec.β
He stopped. Sam stood in the middle of the small room, saddles and bridles covering every inch of wall space, and Mia pressed into one corner, her tears impossible to hide. βHey,β Sam murmured, striding over to her. Hell, he hadnβt expected her to be crying. Heβd thought she might need a hand carrying some gear out, but . . . he didnβt know what to do.
βIβm fine, please,β she said, holding one hand up to her face, the other stretched out in front of her as if trying to push him away before he was even close.
βYouβre not okay,β he said, knowing how gruff he sounded but unable to help it. βCome here.β
She shook her head. βPlease, Iβm fine,β she managed, voice cracking.
βYour mom, huh?β he asked, knowing that there was no way in hell heβd managed to say anything to upset her this much. She was still grieving, he could see that from a mile off.
She nodded, dropping one hand, the other still covering her face. βYeah,β she whispered. βItβs just I havenβt talked about her for a long time. Sheβs been gone twelve years so I shouldnβt be reacting like this.β
βCome here,β Sam said, not taking no for an answer this time as he opened his arms and pulled her in.
He held her, tight, letting her cry. She sobbed once, loudly, a noise that made his heart lurch for her, feeling her pain, before she went silent and relaxed in his arms. It had been almost a year since heβd held a woman like this; comforted a woman and held her and felt something for her. He stiffened. Only that woman had played him, ripped his heart out when heβd have done anything for her. Anything.
βIβm sorry,β he said. βIβd tell you itβll get easier, but I doubt it will.β
He didnβt sugarcoat things, even this type of thing, but he did feel for her. Sheβd tried to talk about her mom all nonchalant to him, laughing about her beautiful stables, when in reality it had torn her in half and left her crying all on her own. Sheβd lost her mom and her best friend as well; no wonder sheβd been prickly when heβd tried to muscle in and take over with the one thing she did haveβ her horses.
Mia pushed back and he wished she hadnβt. Heβd liked the warmth of her against him, the tickle of her long hair catching in his stubble as heβd inhaled her shampoo or whatever it was on her that smelled so damn delicious.
βSorry,β she murmured, her hands to his chest as she stepped back. βI donβt ever let anyone see me cry.β
He believed it. She didnβt strike him as the type to let anyone see her vulnerabilities.
Sam glanced down at her, at her hands against his chest, at the way she was looking up at him, her eyes wide. Her mouth parted, tear-stained cheeks making her look so vulnerable that it tugged at something inside of him heβd thought was long buried.
βYouβve got nothing to apologize for,β he muttered, slowly raising a hand and brushing his thumb gently across her cheeks to blur the tears away.
Mia stayed still, her palms still planted against him, head tilted. He looked at her mouth, fought the urge to rub his thumb across her soft pink lips. Instead he dropped his hand, skimming past her long blonde hair on the way past. Sam bent a little, eyes on her mouth, imagining what her lips would taste like. He wanted to kiss her so damn bad, wanted to push her up against the wall behind her and kiss the hell out of her. But he didnβt.
Heβd sworn off women for a reason, and sexy or not, he wasnβt about to take advantage of his boss up against a wall. Even crying she was beautiful, but he wasnβt going there. He couldnβt go there.
Dammit!
Her eyes were dancing, her lips were parted, her hands were slowly dropping away from his chest. But instead of closing the distance between them, instead of hungrily tasting her lips against his, he took her hands, stepping back and squeezing them.
βYou take all the time you need,β he said instead, hearing the husky note of his own voice. βIβll be out here.β
He walked out, ducking back through the door and out into the bright sunlight again. Goddamn it! What the hell had he just done? Heβd always prided himself on being able to keep his shit together, and heβd let himself get way too close to Mia.
Copyright © 2018 by Soraya Lane and reprinted by permission of St. Martinβs Press.
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Author Info:
As a child, Soraya Lane dreamed of becoming an author. Fast forward more than a few years, and Soraya is now living her dream! Soraya describes being an author as “the best career in the world”, and she hopes to be writing romance for many years to come.
Soraya loves spending her days thinking up characters for books, and her home is a constant source of inspiration. She lives with her own real life hero and two sons on a small farm in New Zealand, surrounded by animals and with an office overlooking a field where their horses graze. She is the author ofΒ The Devil Wears Spurs, Cowboy Take Me Away,Β andΒ I Knew You Were Trouble.
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