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Title: Glitter and Grit
Author: Jessie Evans
Genre: Western Romance
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This
ride is going to last a lot longer than eight seconds…
Female professional bull rider, Reece Hearst, graduated from
the school of hard knocks. With honors. Because life is like bull riding—when
it sends you to the dirt, you do whatever it takes to get on your feet, even if
you have to crawl. Like when officials stripped her of her rodeo queen title on
the basis of vicious gossip years ago and not even her father would believe her
side of the story. Reece could have stayed in the dust, wallowing. Instead, she
fixed Lonesome Point in her rearview, joined the pro circuit, and never looked
back. But now a serious injury threatens to end her career and she’s back in
Lonesome Point, living next door to the family that once made her life a living
hell.
After multiple tours of duty in Afghanistan and his father’s
death, all Grayson Parker wants is to get his family’s cattle business back in
the black and live a quiet life. But the return of Reece Hearst opens old
wounds, throwing his ordered world into chaos. Grayson was serving overseas
when Reece was a teenager and can’t believe the girl he once knew has grown
into a heartbreaker as hardened as she is beautiful.
Grayson finds a kindred spirit in wounded Reece and soon
longs to be the man to show her that there is life after pain and loss. But can
two people as damaged as Reece and Grayson find their way to happily ever after?
Or will the scars on their hearts forever keep them apart?
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessie Evans, gave up a career as
an international woman of mystery to write the sexy, contemporary romances she
loves to read.
She's married to the man of her dreams, and together they're
raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a cottage in the jungle. She
grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by
chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even
more.
When she's not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer
(badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for
bike rides with her house full of boys, and drifting in and out on the waves,
feeling thankful for sun, surf, and lovely people to share them with.
Reece was anticipating being told to buy her own damned
beer, but after a long, silent beat, Broody turned to the bartender and lifted
a hand.
“Whatever the lady wants,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice
that made Reece’s skin prickle. “Add it to my tab.”
“I’ll have a Blue Moon, extra orange slice.” Reece smiled at
the bartender as she slid onto the stool next to her tortured cowboy. “Thanks
for the drink. You been here long?”
“About an hour,” the man replied, moving his hat to his
other side and resuming his moody glaring into the amber liquid inside his pint
glass. “I’m heading out soon.”
“I meant in Lonesome Point, not the bar,” Reece said. “You
look like you’ve been around long enough to get sick of the small town
bullshit.”
He stretched his neck from one side to the other but kept
his attention fixed on the bar. “Small town, big city…bullshit’s all the same.”
Reece nodded, mulling that over while she thanked the
bartender and squeezed her two orange slices into her beer. “I guess so, but
there are more places to get away from it in the city. More places where nobody
knows your name.”
“I don’t know your name.” Broody’s attention shifted her way
as she took a long drink of the ice-cold beer.
She moaned softly in appreciation as the cold bubbles dulled
the edges of her headache. She knew it was probably just the pain pill kicking
in, but there was still something magical about an ice-cold beer.
“No, you don’t.” She grinned up at him as she wiped the foam
from her upper lip with a sensuous sweep of her thumb, not missing the way the
man’s eyes lingered on her mouth. “And why don’t we keep it that way? I won’t
tell you my name and you won’t tell me yours. We can be each other’s place
where nobody knows our name.”
Mr. Tortured nodded and the hint of a smile curved his full
lips. “Sounds like a plan, Shortstack.”
Reece arched one brow. “Because I’m short and stacked?”
Adorably, the man blushed in response. “It was the first
short person nickname that came to mind. Haven’t taken a good look at the
other.”
“Well, go ahead,” Reece said, holding his gaze, relishing
the tension beginning to thicken the air between them. “I don’t mind.”
After a moment, the man leaned closer, but his eyes didn’t
waver from hers. “I don’t treat women that way.”
“Then how do you treat women?” Reece asked, shifting until
her leg brushed his. “I’m curious.”
“Curiosity can be dangerous,” he said in a husky voice that
made Reece’s nipples tighten and her next sip of beer go straight to her head.
“What if I’m not a nice guy?”
“What if I’m not a nice girl?” Reece countered, setting her
beer down and bringing her hand to rest on his thigh, relishing the rock hard
muscles beneath the denim.
Oh yeah, this man definitely had what she was looking for,
and then some.
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