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Cassie’s Hope will be available at Amazon/Kindle November 1 – watch this space for the release announcement!
Cassie jumped at the soft rap on the door. “He’s here,” she muttered. She moistened her lips and moved slowly. No need to appear too eager. She opened the door wide and Clint Travers stepped back into her life.
He was as commanding a presence as she remembered. She’d made the correct decision to return. “Hi, are those for me?” She pointed at the yellow roses squeezed in Clint’s hand. “Come in.”
Clint walked into the room and Cassie closed the door behind him. He turned and held the roses out to her. “Yes, they’re for you—sorry.” He grinned and cocked his head to one side. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
“You clean up pretty good yourself, cowboy. Let me get a glass and set the flowers on the dresser; they are quite stunning.”
“Not nearly as stunning as you.”
“My, you are full of compliments,” Cassie teased, holding her arms out to him in invitation.
He took her in his arms. She tipped her head up to meet his lips. He tasted masculine. She chewed on his lower lip. His hands cupped her rear and pressed her body tight against his. His arousal didn’t surprise. She was as excited as he was. It must have been caused by all the waiting. Cassie chuckled against his mouth. Maybe dinner could wait.
What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump pride?
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