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"Kennedy is making a name for herself in the field of Contemporary Western Romances, taking her place beside Linda Lael Miller and Carolyn Brown." -Booklist for Cowboy Crazy
The last thing this cowboy expected
Inner-city veterinarian Lindsey Ward always loved visiting her grandfather's Wyoming ranch, so it breaks her heart to have to sell it. She'll miss the scent of hay and sagebrush under the wide-open sky, but at least the sale will help fund the clinic she's always dreamed of.
Was to get roped by a city girl
Ruggedly handsome foreman Shane Lockhart and his adorable son aren't making it any easier for Lindsey to focus on what has to be done. It's exhilarating going toe to toe with a rough, tough cowboy whose stubborn idealism matches her own, but it's Shane's tenderness that might tip Lindsey's heart over the fence.
Praise for How to Kiss a Cowboy:
"Kennedy's characters are sexy, smart, troubled, flawed-real. If you are a fan of Western romances, Joanne Kennedy should be at the top of your list of favorites." -Fresh Fiction
"The rough-and-tumble world of the Wyoming rodeo circuit is brought vividly to life. Readers will love her intensely complex characters and depictions of deep emotion." -Publishers Weekly
- Sales Rank: #1017367 in Books
- Published on: 2016-02-02
- Released on: 2016-02-02
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.90" h x 1.30" w x 4.20" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 480 pages
Review
"Fall in love as the characters do in this wonderfully written story set around hard work and peaceful living... Sparks fly and attitudes attack as this dynamic duo long for each other. A swoon-worthy cowboy, fun flirtation, blazing passion and a sweet little boy will have readers wanting to wrangle their very own cowboy." - RT Book Reviews, 4.5 Stars, TOP PICK!
"Grab a comfy sofa and enter the world of the Cowboys of Decker Ranch. Be prepared to be moved by these unexpected storylines that grab your attention and hold on-get set for the ride of your life." - Fresh Fiction
"For anyone who is a fan of cowboys, then this one is a must" - The Reading Cafe
"Once again Kennedy has created a story that epitomizes western life today while also filling it with romance and heat, creating the perfect mix. This is an author and a series that I'll be following closely in the future. - See more at: http://purejonel.blogspot.com/2016/01/HtWaC.html#sthash.3xBdcxit.dpuf" - Pure Jonel Confessions of a Bibliophile
About the Author
Joanne Kennedy's lifelong fascination with Wyoming's unique blend of past and present inspires her to write contemporary Western romances with traditional ranch settings. In 2010 she was nominated for a RITA award for One Fine Cowboy. At various times, Joanne has dabbled in horse training, chicken farming, and bridezilla wrangling at a department store wedding registry. Her fascination with literature led to careers in bookselling and writing. She lives with two dogs and a retired fighter pilot in Cheyenne, Wyoming.
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Chapter 1
"Let's get this sucker in the ground." Grace Ward turned away from the gleaming casket and tugged at her escort's arm. "He was a good-lookin' sumnabitch and it's a shame he's dead, but, Lord, that preacher about talked us all into our graves already, and here he's getting ready to start jawing again."
The mourners surrounding the hillside grave gasped in unison. Grace Ward looked as delicate as the bluebells nodding at the graveyard gate, but her voice was as vibrant in old age as it was in her long-gone Hollywood heyday.
"My husband won't take kindly to me ogling some stranger, dead or alive."
Shane Lockhart, wearing his best black Stetson and his only suit, bent over the old woman and reminded her, as gently as he could, that the good-looking sumnabitch in the velvet-lined casket was her husband. Bud Ward had died suddenly at the intersection of a cowardly cow horse and a petulant porcupine, leaving Grace alone in the world. Her only remaining family was a granddaughter who'd run off to marry a man Bud disapproved of. So far, not even her granddad's death was enough to bring Lindsey Ward back to the Lazy Q, so Grace was on her own at eighty-one.
As foreman of the ranch, Shane felt bound by love and duty to look after his late boss's wife. It had been a challenge at first; she'd been inconsolable over his death. The job became considerably easier when an invisible Bud joined her for eggs and ham the next morning, so Shane had learned to welcome the brief appearances of Bud's ghost. His phantom presence kept Grace calm, and she was less liable to wander off if she believed he was home.
It was just too bad he'd turned up during his own funeral.
"Come on, cowboy." Grace tugged Shane's arm again, so hard he almost stumbled. "Bud's waiting, and all this sad stuff's giving me a headache."
The preacher paused at the interruption, and at the very moment, a meadowlark burst into song, shattering the sorrowful hush of the graveyard with unseemly, unfettered joy. Grace smiled up at the sky, her fringed, scarlet shawl fluttering like a flag in the breeze. She'd refused to wear black to the service.
"Bud and I were black and white in the movies," she'd said. "He always liked me in color."
Back in the fifties, she'd been a sweet Hollywood ingenue playing pioneer lasses in black-and-white Westerns, while Bud was a rough-riding stuntman, falling off horses and pitching himself out of second-story windows. He'd fallen harder for Grace than he'd ever fallen from a horse, and no wonder. For all her fragile appearance, she'd been able to ride as well as he did, and swear just as lustily.
A cloud drifted over the sun and she frowned, plucking at her shawl. "Where's Lindsey?" For the first time that day, her voice quavered. "I thought she'd be here by now. She promised."
Shane clenched his jaw, determined not to reveal his feelings for the prodigal granddaughter. If love for the two fine people she was fortunate enough to call family hadn't drawn Lindsey Ward to Wyoming, inheriting some portion of Bud's millions might do it. Shrewd investments and a fine head for cattle breeding had made Bud a very wealthy man, and Shane was willing to bet she'd show up for the reading of the will.
As the minister droned on, Grace's grip on his arm suddenly tightened. Shane followed her gaze down the narrow dirt path and spotted a dark figure in the distance. As it neared, it resolved into a slender brunette, dressed all in black right down to a pair of impossibly high heels.
Pausing, the new arrival stood on one leg, poised and dignified as a heron. Removing one shoe, she flexed her foot and replaced the footwear without wavering, then continued down the rocky path, navigating the ruts and stones with ease until she skidded on a patch of gravel at the graveyard gate.
Lindsey Ward. She'd finally arrived, slipping and sliding and flailing for balance despite her dignified funeral attire.
Grace lurched away from Shane to catch her granddaughter in a generous embrace before holding her at arm's length for an appreciative once-over.
"Lindsey, darling! Don't you look lovely!"
She did indeed. She'd evidently hurried to make the funeral, so her face was flushed to a very attractive shade of pink, and a faint sheen made her skin appear young and dewy as ever. Shane felt the same shock he'd experienced the last time he'd seen her, and it hit all the same bodily organs.
He'd never thought much of Lindsey back when she was a little tomboy hanging around the ranch every summer, but about the time he'd been promoted to foreman, she'd turned from caterpillar to butterfly. Her womanly curves had forced him to wrestle with a powerful surge of attraction, and he'd had to remind himself repeatedly that she was the boss's granddaughter, strictly off-limits to a man who'd sworn off serious relationships.
Around the time of Lindsey's transformation, her mother-Bud and Grace's daughter-had become progressively paler and thinner until she was just a wisp of a woman. On her final visit, she'd looked weak as a spavined mare, and her eyes had gazed past the horizon at a future as empty as the clear blue sky. She'd passed away soon after-cancer, they said-and Lindsey's visits had ceased until the fateful day she'd brought her fiancé to meet her grandparents.
Shane hated to even think of that day, when he'd played the role of the amorous cowhand to a very unappreciative audience. For his own selfish sake, he was relieved Lindsey had never come back, but he couldn't help wondering if it was his fault she hadn't been there for her grandparents as they grew old.
He shifted his gaze to watch her. Something about her had changed over the years-something hard to define. With a chill, he realized her eyes had become as pale and otherworldly as her mother's. She stared into the distance, looking past the crowd, past the graveyard, and past the hills beyond with a sadness far beyond any present grief. The sorrow in those eyes ran bone deep, and he wondered what had happened since he'd seen her last. He'd known her as such a carefree, happy child, and her grief made him want to touch her, take her in his arms, and...
Wrong. The answer, which came automatically to mind, was as loud and intrusive as a game show buzzer. Lindsey Ward was nothing to him, and he was less than nothing to her. She'd made that very clear on her last visit.
"I'm so sorry, Grandma." The absurd high heels forced Lindsey to bend nearly double to whisper in Grace's ear. "I had an emergency with a-"
Shane couldn't quite hear the rest. Something like a cockamamy, or maybe a cockapee. It sounded like some exotic, expensive bird, which didn't surprise him a bit. Lindsey looked pretty exotic and expensive herself with those ridiculous shoes and elegant clothes. He was willing to bet those shoes alone would cost him a week's wages.
Hopefully, she wouldn't stay long. If he was lucky, she'd spend a few days at the ranch, admire how smoothly and profitably it ran under his guidance, and go home to her fine feathered friends.
He watched her turn away from Grace and stare off toward the mountains again. She brought a hand to her mouth, and Shane turned away in disgust. She'd yawned. Yawned.
Bored, no doubt, by the minister's words of praise for her grandfather.
He felt a small hand clutching his pant leg and glanced down to smooth his son's dark hair. He expected Cody's eyes to be fixed on the casket as it was lowered into the grave, but instead the boy was gazing wide-eyed at the new arrival.
Shane sighed.
Of course he was. She was a woman. She had dark hair. And she was pretty, if you went for that type.
Which Shane didn't. No way.
Not anymore.
But his son looked like he'd just seen a fairy godmother, Glinda the Good Witch, and his own runaway mother, all rolled into one.
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