Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting to beat him up in a bar fight. Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living. Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy. TBR OCTOBER 14TH
“Hi. I’m Jacob Young.”
“Nice to meet you, Jacob Young.”
“And you are Angel?”
She grinned thinking about the name she’d put on the note she’d left on the nightstand at the motel. “Angel is a nickname. My real name is Paige.”
“Nice name. It fits you.”
“Thanks. My dad thought so I guess.”
Taking off his hat, he twisted the brim in his fingers. “I hoped I’d see you again. I needed to say thank you.”
The girl sitting on the stool next to her left, so he took the seat as she spun around to face him. “Savin’ my ass last week.”
“I didn’t do anything.” She sipped her soda.
“Yeah, you did. My memory is kind of cloudy about the particulars, but you kept those guys from killin’ me and then took me to the motel across the street to keep me from drivin’.”
“You remember quite a bit then, Jacob.”
“Where did you learn to fight?”
“Tae-Kwon-Do lessons for way too many years.”
“Ah.” He glanced at her glass as she drained it, then signaled for the bartender. “Another of whatever the lady is drinkin’ and Coke for me.”
“Two Cokes, comin’ up.”
“You aren’t drinking tonight, Jacob?”
He dropped his gaze to his hands, slipped his hat back on his head and then looked at her. “No. Funny really. After the trouble last week, I haven’t had a drop since. I have you to thank for that too, I guess.”
“Listen. I’m not sure what got you drinking so heavy in the first place and I hope what happened last week opened your eyes, but I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, you did. You showed me how destructive my life had become over something I really didn’t have a lot of control over.” He reached over to squeeze her fingers.
Goose bumps rose on her arm, making her frown. She’d never had a reaction like that over a man’s touch before. Calluses scraped against her skin. He worked for a living apparently.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be forward.”
“It’s okay.” She sipped her drink. “What got the fight started last week anyway, if I might ask?”
“Somethin’ stupid, really. I challenged them to some pool for money thinkin’ I could win back what I’d lost at darts, but I was too drunk to even shoot the cue.”
She thought about the puke on his shirt and grimaced. “Yeah, you were pretty drunk.”
“Unfortunately, I’ve been more or less in the same condition for the last several months.”
“Yeah, but I think things are turnin’ around. Like I said, I haven’t had a drink in a week.”
“Great. I’m glad.”
“The best thing is, I don’t want one. I’ve been in this bar every night since last week waitin’ for you to show up and it hasn’t bothered me not to drink. I’ve watched others actin’ really stupid and I realize now how senseless the whole ritual is.” He drank half his drink and then set the glass back down. “You don’t drink when you come in here?”
“No. I lost my mother to a drunk driver seceral years ago so I refuse to drink and drive. If I drink, I bring a driver with me, but since I’m on a bike, it’s hard to bring someone who can ride.”
“What kind of bike?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes. She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you’ll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.