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Out today! For the Love of a Cowboy (Cowboy Dreamin’ 3)
Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting to beat him up in a bar fight.
Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living.
Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy.
The bigger man pulled back his fist and hit Jacob in the stomach, doubling him over with a groan. The smaller man flew across the bar floor, sliding on his butt until he hit the wall. Paige got to her feet, moving with the crowd toward the fight. If she had to get involved, she would. Even though the one called Jacob deserved to get his ass kicked, she wouldn’t allow the bigger man to beat the shit out of him especially if it got to be two against one. As he shook his head to clear it, two guys picked him up and the third punched him in the stomach.
Oh hell no.
“Paige?” the bartender pulled her back by the arm as she surged forward. “Leave them alone.”
“It’s three against one, Dan. I can’t have that.” She pushed through the crowd. “Hey, asswipe!”
The bigger guy turned around, squinting as he looked through the crowd. He was huge. His biceps bulged as he clamped his hand into a fist. Blond hair peeked out from beneath a straw cowboy hat. His blue eyes narrowed into slits. “Who said that?”
The man looked straight at her and laughed a gut rolling belly laugh. “You? Baby, step aside and let the men handle this.”
That kind of reaction usually pissed her off, but not tonight. Dumbass didn’t know what he had on his plate now that she’d decided to step in between him and drunk he wanted to beat the shit out of. “Not three on one, you aren’t.”
“And what the hell are you gonna do about it, baby doll?” His gaze slid over her attire as he grinned wide enough she caught a glimpse of the gold teeth in his mouth. “Your leather outfit is hot, I’ll give ya that, but leave this to us men.” He spun around to face his two friends.
“Bring it on, big man.” She needed the man to make the first swing. It went against her grain to hit someone first. She motioned with her hands to bait the man.
He laughed as he stepped closer. “I don’t hit women.”
“Come on, goliath. You too much of a pussy?”
“What did you call me?”
The laughter from the crowd had the man’s face turning purple. Their amusement died when he took a swing at her. Her first pass of her boot caught the man in the chin, splitting his lip open in a gush of blood. The next kick swiped his feet out from under him, laying him out cold on the floor.
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