 There is something about Cowboys. They have such a way about them that no matter their age, they thrill me to my bones! Cowboys are honorable, caring and hard-working. They care for their land and families. The fill out a pair of Wranglers and tip their hat at a woman. They go out of their way to help others. Protective. Charming. How do you feel about cowboys? Janalyn Knight's latest release hits all those buttons! Sexy, protective and down right the man for the job! Blurb: A fragile heart, damaged from a devastating loss, must build walls for protection. The threats of an ex-con drive a mother to extremes to protect her son. With two souls hesitant to trust, will they find the forgiveness and freedom to love? The last thing Ward Ramsey expects to find is Jayme Bonner on his doorstep, applying for his ranch hand position with her young son in tow. The complicated situation makes him want to turn her away, but the desperation in her eyes reaches him in an unexpected way. Jayme never thought she'd be fleeing for her life and the safety of her son. Ward’s North Texas ranch could be the sanctuary she needs, and she throws herself into the job with all of her ranching knowledge and skills. As the two work closely together, feelings neither expected grow, and a passion hot enough to heat the cool nights ignites. As love blossoms and long-held barriers fall, danger creeps into their newfound happiness. When Ward is injured by the ex-con hunting Jayme, the determined ranch hand decides it's time to take the battle to the hateful man out to kill her. Hatred stands no chance against this woman on a mission... EXCERPT: Ward glanced in the rear-view mirror. She looked over her shoulder. A black truck surged past them. Ice shot through her veins as she shouted, “Bla—” A loud boom cracked through the air. Her head slammed violently into the side window. Her vision went black. Ward’s truck careened off the road and down an embankment. She screamed, bracing on the dash. The truck smashed into a mesquite tree in the fence line. Ward yelled out in pain. Blood poured out of a gash on the side of her head, and dizziness sent nausea slithering to her stomach. The dash and door were caved in on Ward’s side of the truck. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” She yanked on her seat belt, but the clasp was stuck. She pushed again and again on the button and pulled with all her might on the strap, and it came loose. She moved over next to Ward. He was hauling on his left leg, in obvious pain. “It’s jammed bad. Some bastard ran us off the road.” He narrowed his eyes and peered at her. “And you’re bleeding. Let me see.” She thrust his hand away. “It’s not a problem.” God, Blacke. He’s done this. Where is he? We need help. She looked for her cell phone, but it was missing from the dash console where she always set it. Scooting over, she stepped out her door, intending to search the floorboard for it. Movement up on the highway caught her attention. Dirk Blacke rounded the front of his truck with a gun in his hand. Grab Your Own Copy Today |
