Perfect Cowboy by A.M. Hargrove

 

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Perfect Cowboy by A.M. Hargrove

Series: Mason Creek

Genre: #SexyCowboy, Western Romance

Release Date: June 23, 2022

 

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Having been born and raised in Mason Creek, I’ve been around cowboys my entire life.
Ranchers are part of the Montana scene.
But their cocky attitudes make me sprint in the opposite direction.
Until Bo Christianson comes to town.
His ability to rope cattle isn’t the only thing that captivates me.
Like all the others, I’m sure he is just another pretty face.
Except his charisma is undeniable.
He woos me with charming words and soon I’m falling for someone I swore wouldn’t happen.
Only Bo has some surprises up his sleeve.
And when he reveals his true self, will I flee from this perfect cowboy, or stay and risk everything?

If you enjoy small-town romances with, humor, steam, and loveable characters, then download this book today.

     

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Perfect Cowboy (Mason Creek)
by A.M. Hargrove
© 2022

PEEK at CHAPTER 1

Evvie
The frown was nothing compared to the stranger that gazed back at me in the mirror. To cheer myself up, I stuck out my tongue. It didn't work. The past six months had wreaked havoc on my body. None of my clothes fit and I couldn't afford to buy an entire new wardrobe, so I rotated between the few items that worked and the plus-sized ones I'd purchased.

If I didn't get a grip on the sweets I was consuming, I'd grow out of those soon too. My mom, in her intrusive ways, kept asking me if I needed counseling. She wasn't buying the fact that I couldn't stay away from the sweets at work. That was the problem. The baked goods had ruined me and everything I tried hadn'tworked. I'd even taken up running, which turned out to be disastrous. I sprained an ankle and pulled every muscle in my body. No thank you. I'd rather be plus-sized than endure that pain again.

After a long groan, I zipped up my jeans and put on my sneakers. It was time to head to work.

Java Jitters was on fire this morning. We were always busy from seven to nine, but today was absolutely crazy. I was running both coffee machines while Poppy was handing out the food orders.

We had three other employees in, and we still had our hands full.

"Are they selling tickets or something?" I asked Poppy.

"I don't know, but something's going on."

One of the men standing in line said, "You don't know?"

"Know what?" I glanced up at him as I set two lattes on the counter.

"They're doing a travel show here today."

"You mean like from that travel channel?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, no. Poppy, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

I told her what the man said.

"You're joking, right?"

"No." I motioned over my shoulder, saying, "He just told me."

"Crap," she muttered. "That means we'll be overrun with franchises and tourists after people watch it."

"Jeez, I hadn't thought of that. Jessie won't like that." Jessie and Poppy were the owners of Java Jitters. Jessie was the one who'd started the business.

"Neither will Emma," Poppy said.

Emma owned a bar called Pony Up and hated franchises. That's why both she and Jessie opened their businesses here. Mason Creek had been devoid of franchises so far.

I shouted out a couple of names for the lattes that I'd made and went on to make dozens more. What was it about lattes anyway? I loved the specialty drinks here, but lattes were just fancy coffees with cream. My preferences ran along the caramel macchiatos or the mochas. Now those were the real specialties and the culprits that added to my newfound girth.

By the time the rush ended, it was well after ten and we all needed a break. I grabbed a chocolate coffee and two blueberry muffins, out of the few that were left. Poppy had put more in the oven because people bought these all day, not just for breakfast. They were the absolute best.

I'd just taken a seat when the bell over the door tinkled. I glanced up to see a tall, dark-haired guy with a cowboy hat perched on his head. He wore faded jeans and a tight shirt, showcasing his biceps. Great, just great. I knew his type. Cowboys weren't worth the time it took to say the word. In my experience, they were all cocky and thought they walked on water. Nope, they were definitely not Jesus in my book. Most of them were buttholes with a capital B.

I walked behind the counter, as most of the others were taking a short break, and asked, "Can I help you?"

As I expected, his eyes roamed up and down my body, scanning my personal landscape. Then the corners of his mouth curved up.

"Looks like you spilled something right there." He pointed to right above one of my boobs. Of course, he would notice that.

"Yeah, we had a busy morning, and I was making lots of lattes. I don't pay attention to what I spill. So, what'll it be?"

"Coffee, black, and a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich."

"Have a seat and I'll bring it out to you." I went back to the kitchen to give one of the girls his order, and then I poured his cup of coffee.

As I delivered it, he asked, "Is this the only coffee shop in town?"

"Sure is."

"I'm new here, so I thought I'd ask."

"Figured as much." I really didn't want to converse with this guy.

"Oh? How did you know?"

"Because if you were a true Mason Creeker, you wouldn't have asked that question."

"Got it. Are you?" He eyed me with curiosity.

"Am I what?"

"A true Mason Creeker?"

"Sure am. Born and raised here."

"Great. Can you tell me where I can find work around here?"

"Let me guess. You're a cowboy and want to work on a ranch."

"That's right, in a way." He tipped his hat.

What the heck did that mean? "The Roman Wilde ranch is the biggest. That would be your best place to start. If they don't need anyone, they might be able to recommend another ranch."

"Thanks. Good coffee, by the way." He held up his cup.

"That's what Java Jitters is known for. That and their muffins."

"Muffins, huh?" He chuckled.

I didn't know what was so funny about that until I turned and walked away. That was when he said, "I agree."

I turned and asked, "Excuse me?"

"With what you said about the muffins. You really do have the best I've ever seen."

I rolled my eyes. That had to be the worst pickup line I'd ever heard. Besides, I didn't have muffins anymore. I had bread loaves. "Really? You actually said that?"

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