Guess what’s available everywhere today? Yup! REDEEMED BY THE COWGIRL is now in brick & mortar stores as well as all the on-line book sellers. This book…what can I say about this book? I hated writing it. Hardest book in the series to write. But at the same time, I love it. I mean, like it could be my favorite book in the series! Cash is such a hard case. Roxie is so klutzy and cute and determined. And then there’s Harley and Leo, and the whole Barron-Tate clan. I laughed out loud. I cried. More than once. And in the end, Cash got his. I hope y’all have been tagging along for the entire ride, because what happens in this book? Yeah, it all comes to a head. Here’s one of my favorite snippets…
Cash had a perverse streak, obviously. Pushing this woman’s buttons was far too much fun. He watched her avidly while she bent over, reaching into the vehicle to smooth the blanket over the backseats. He caught a few of her muttered imprecations.
“…made of Corinthian leather…male-chauvinist moron…cheapskate…cars that cost more than some people’s houses…hates my dog.”
He glanced down at the huge black dog sitting beside him. “Does she always talk to herself?” The animal gazed up with solemn brown eyes and sighed. Cash tilted his head to get a better look at Roxanne’s very lovely butt. She backed out of the vehicle and whirled, catching him in the act.
“Really?” she demanded, then muttered, “Add jerkface to the list.”
Biting his lips to stifle a burst of laughter, Cash snapped his fingers at the dog. “Get in the car, mutt.”
“He is not a mutt. Harley is a full-blooded, pedigreed Newfoundland.”
He figured the inside of his mouth would be bloody before they got to his place. “Fine.” He snapped his fingers again. “Get in the car, full-blooded, pedigreed Newfoundland mutt.”
Harley bounded into the backseat, apparently unconcerned that Cash was dissing him. Roxanne threw her arms up as her anger simmered. She clambered into the front seat and slammed the door. Cash could no longer hold back his laughter. She was cute and feisty and he was far more turned on by that than he should be, given their circumstances. He just managed to choke off his laughter as he got into the driver’s seat.
“It’s not funny,” Roxanne huffed.
“It is from where I’m sitting.”
How’s it look from where you’re sitting?