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“Who are you?” He attempted to wrap his head
around the idea that this woman appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of a
blizzard, with her dog. He was certain he was still alive because he had a
throbbing pain in his temples.
“I’m
Charlie Lindon. I live a short distance that way.” She used his guitar to aim
in the direction behind her.
“I’ll
take those things.” He took his hat and mashed it on his head, then relieved
her of his guitar and bag, hooking both of them over his shoulder. “I’m—”
“Bleeding.
Your forehead.”
He
pushed back the rim of his hat and wiped his head, looking down at the moist crimson
smear on his fingers. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
“Looks
like more than a scratch,” she murmured, leaning in to investigate the wound
closer. He got a whiff of her—strawberries and crème—and he instantly felt a
tug low in his gut. He must be tired, or still reeling from the accident, or
both to react this suddenly to a stranger. She held the flashlight, inspecting
his head, and he got a good look at her eyes. Were they blue? Green? Her bottom
lip was trapped between her teeth as she continued to examine at his head.
Movement
at her feet made him look. The scraggly dog dang near killed him. “Is that
yours?”
She
didn’t take her eyes off his forehead. Now she was touching him, her finger
tips probing the skin around the cut. The warmth of her touch felt amazingly
good. “Yes. That’s Yogi.”
“Well,
Yogi, that will cost me my career,” he muttered and pulled back from her touch,
immediately irritated, not by her as much as the fact that he had a familiar
ache growing in his body. How could he feel anything but regret after he’d
wrecked his only means of transportation? Max was going to kill him.
“I
know he ran into the road…I saw him. I tried to catch him, but you were driving
fast, and the curve…well, I-I…” She pushed her hat back. A shock of pale blonde
hair fell to her shoulder.
He
looked into her gaze, wishing he could make out her features, but it was too dark.
She moved the flashlight and the light feathered across her face. He caught a
glimpse of a trembling bottom lip. Sympathy broke through his annoyance. Here
she was, standing in the bitter cold, shivering. But he couldn’t let her get
off so easily. “What owner would allow a dog to roam in this weather?”
“Who
would drive in this snowstorm?” She tilted her jaw. “And Yogi usually stays
close to the house.”
“I
was caught in the snowfall unexpectedly.”
“Radio
stations within a hundred miles in every direction are warning people of the
icy conditions. You’re not from around here. License plate says Alabama.”
“It’s
a rental.” He blew out a long breath and stepped across the snow. A cool blast
of wind leaked in through his thin T-shirt. His balls shriveled into peanuts. No
wonder the lady and her dog were both shivering.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Donna Michaels and Hildie McQueen are joined by bestselling and award-winning authors Amanda McIntyre, Tori Scott, Gem Sivad, Kathleen Ball, Rhonda Lee Carver, and Victoria Vane to bring you eight sexy cowboys in this holiday collection that will warm you from the inside out.
Donna Michaels - Wine and Her New Year Cowboy (Book 4/Citizen Soldier Series) A Going no male resolution excludes cowboys.
Kathleen Ball – A Kiss at Midnight - Will Anora accept Maverick’s Heart? Only a long awaited New Year’s kiss at midnight will tell him.
Rhonda Lee Carver- A New Year's Cowboy- Charlie has suffered tragedy, but a Christmas package offers hope and a cowboy.
Amanda Mcintyre - Lost & Found - Fate gives first love a second chance.
Hildie Mcqueen- New Year with You- A modern Cinderella type story with a humorous twist.
Tori Scott- Cowboy Masquerade - A New Year's Eve masquerade party reveals more than anyone expects.
Gem Sivad- Cowboy Burn- She slides down an icy road and lands in the arms of love.
Victoria Vane – A Cowboy’s Midnight Kiss – He never dreamed his soul mate would stumble into his life in stiletto-heeled boots.
