Title: Sweet Cowboy Christmas by Candis Terry
A Sweet, Texas Novella
Publisher: Avon Impusse
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Mistletoe, holly, and cowboys, oh my! Christmas in Texas has never been sweeter.
Years ago, Chase Morgan traded in his dusty cowboy boots for the shimmering lights of New York City and a fast track up the corporate ladder. But when his shiny life is turned on end just in time for Christmas, Chase knows he needs to reevaluate—even if that means going home to Texas to endure his least favorite holiday.
When Mr. Tall, Dark, and Smoking-Hot walks through her door at the Magic Box Guest Ranch, Faith Walker sees just another handsome, rich exec looking to play cowboy for a week—at her expense. She’s sure the grumpy-but-sexy-as-hell Scrooge will put a crimp in her holly jolly plans. Until a sizzling kiss has her seeing him in a new light.
Chase is haunted by secrets, and even though it goes entirely against her “hands off the guests” rule, Faith is tempted to help him leave the past behind. As the magic of the season swirls around them, she is determined to succeed, because now she is certain one sweet cowboy Christmas will never be enough.
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“Welcome to the Magic Box Ranch.”
Chase dropped his suitcase by the door, where he was greeted by a woman a bit on the shorter side and definitely a little on the healthier side of the women he usually met up with in NYC. Not that she was fat. And he wouldn’t exactly call her plump. But from where he stood just inside the door, he could tell she filled out the black T-shirt and pair of Wranglers with luscious curves unlike the waifish, famished-looking creatures he’d seen strut the catwalk at Fashion Week.
Her sun-streaked brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail that stuck out through the hole at the back of a pink-and-black “Cowgirl” ball cap and shadowed a sweetheart face. A worn and scuffed pair of brown boots finished off a look that touted her as a workingwoman and not just someone who sat behind a desk filing papers.
He’d become so accustomed to city women who dressed for the masses that he’d forgotten about the women he’d grown up knowing. Those who mostly wore jeans and boots, denim and cotton. Those who dressed not with the hopes that their photo might end up on ET’s Hottest Fashions of the Week, but of necessity and common sense.
When she came around the desk to shake his hand, he got a better view. And it was a nice one.
“My name’s Faith Walker,” she said through plump, kissable lips that revealed the slightest hint of dimples when she smiled. Her dark gray eyes were direct, no-nonsense, and would most likely cut through the layers of BS someone tried to spoon-feed her.
Faith was what he and his friends back in the day would call a hot damn real woman.
He came forward, shook her extended hand, and smiled when he discovered she had a firm grip. None of that three-fingered loosey-goosey thing he’d run into with women before.
“Chase Morgan.” Surprised by the impulse to reel her in closer, he reluctantly let go of her hand.
“I’m going to apologize right from the start, Mr. Morgan.” She flashed him those dimples, then went around to the business side of the desk and began tapping on a computer keyboard. “We really don’t get guests this time of year. So the place is empty, and I’m afraid you won’t have others to share conversation or company.”
Candis Terry was born and raised near the sunny beaches of Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love, and the security one finds in their own happily ever after.
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