Zack
A month. My mother invited her best friend to spend the entire month of December at the ranch — and she was bringing her daughter.
Every summer when I was growing up, they came to visit — and every summer, Faith Prescott trailed after me quoting facts about cattle. She was twelve the last time I saw her. I'd been seventeen and too full of myself to be kind about it.
Twelve years later she walked off that plane, and I nearly dropped her mother's luggage in the snow. Whatever I remembered, it wasn't her.
Trouble was, she remembered me just fine.
Faith
Zach Roberts ruined every summer I’d spent on his family’s ranch, and now I was about to spend thirty-one days at Christmas pretending I’d never had a crush on him.
Our mothers swore this trip was about eggnog and old times. Sure. That's why every Christmas activity paired me with Zach. Sleigh rides. Tree cutting. Cookie decorating with assigned partners — guess who was mine.
He'd been seventeen and gorgeous, and I'd been twelve and invisible. Now he keeps looking at me like I'm the angel on top of the tree instead of the pest he couldn't shake.
I fell for that smile once.
I'm not twelve anymore.
My Christmas Cowboy is a steamy small-town holiday romance with a grumpy cowboy on his knees, meddling matchmaking mothers, one bed (eventually), and a guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating, no cliffhangers.
Genre: Romance
A month. My mother invited her best friend to spend the entire month of December at the ranch — and she was bringing her daughter.
Every summer when I was growing up, they came to visit — and every summer, Faith Prescott trailed after me quoting facts about cattle. She was twelve the last time I saw her. I'd been seventeen and too full of myself to be kind about it.
Twelve years later she walked off that plane, and I nearly dropped her mother's luggage in the snow. Whatever I remembered, it wasn't her.
Trouble was, she remembered me just fine.
Faith
Zach Roberts ruined every summer I’d spent on his family’s ranch, and now I was about to spend thirty-one days at Christmas pretending I’d never had a crush on him.
Our mothers swore this trip was about eggnog and old times. Sure. That's why every Christmas activity paired me with Zach. Sleigh rides. Tree cutting. Cookie decorating with assigned partners — guess who was mine.
He'd been seventeen and gorgeous, and I'd been twelve and invisible. Now he keeps looking at me like I'm the angel on top of the tree instead of the pest he couldn't shake.
I fell for that smile once.
I'm not twelve anymore.
My Christmas Cowboy is a steamy small-town holiday romance with a grumpy cowboy on his knees, meddling matchmaking mothers, one bed (eventually), and a guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating, no cliffhangers.
Genre: Romance