Release Tour - A Cowboy Holiday by Lane Hayes
Length: 40,000
Series: standalone
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: Holiday, Contemporary, Cowboy
Tropes: Single dad, grumpy-sunshine, small-town, holiday, cowboy
Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a
Designer: Reese Dante
http://getbook.at/ACowboyHoliday
The cowboy, the rancher, and a little holiday magic...
Tanner
I met the grumpiest man on the planet and I’m head over heels in lust. No joke. Oak Ridge Ranch’s new part-time vet slash ranch hand is a bear and he’s built like one too. If I were smart, I’d keep my distance.
In a twist, I’m not so smart.
But I can tell that under his hard as nails exterior, the cowboy is a gentle giant. Axel is a devoted single dad, a dedicated vet, and…I think he likes me. Or he wants me.
I can work with that.
There’s nothing wrong with a little holiday fun, is there?
Axel
I need the job at the ranch through December, then I’m out of here. I have a kid to think of and it’s time to settle old scores and build a new life.
But Tanner is making things complicated. He’s smart, intuitive, and charming, and—
Whoa! I’ve learned my lesson. This is temporary. I’m not Tanner’s cowboy.
I might be attracted to him, but I can handle it.
I hope.
Okay, fine. I may need some Christmas magic to get out of this with my heart in one piece. Wish me luck.
A Cowboy Holiday is an MM, bisexual romance featuring a single dad-cowboy-grump, a sweetheart of a rancher, and some holiday magic.
A moment later, a beast of a man appeared out of nowhere.
A beast.
No kidding. Axel was…huge.
Enormous.
He was a good three inches taller than my six foot two, and he was built like a refrigerator—broad shoulders, a thick torso, and thighs like ham hocks. He wasn’t heavy, necessarily, but there was a lot of him. His cowboy hat hid part of his face, however, I could tell he had brown hair, a neat beard, a strong nose, and a faded scar on the left side of his cheek.
Axel the vet wasn’t a handsome man, but I left a margin for error since I couldn’t see his eyes. Hot or not, there was something compelling about him. He wasn’t someone who could be easily ignored. He filled a damn barnyard with his intimidating size and obvious strength. I couldn’t imagine being in a small room with him.
My studying glance was quick but thorough. He wore a protective apron over a blue plaid shirt, dark jeans, muddy work boots, and a battered cowboy hat. Yeah, I had to admit that Dennis’s description fit. Axel could have been a lumberjack, a contractor, or…a cowboy.
I sensed Axel was checking me out too, probably wondering if I had a problem taking a hint. He wanted me gone, ASAP. He had shit to do and no time for pleasantries with nosy visitors.
There was only one way to deal with this type of customer: kill ’em with kindness, and sprinkle in some Spade charm.
“I’m Tanner Spade. I hear you’re new in town. Welcome.” My megawatt smile didn’t garner even a hint of a response, but I barreled on, undeterred. “I was just talking to Dennis about purchasing his herd.” Not a twitch. “Beautiful animals. We had Jerseys for a while, but I’ve always been partial to the Holstein breed. We’ve got a few dozen at Oak Ridge now, and I’m lookin’ forward to adding to our bunch.” Nothing. “Dennis says you’ve been caring for them?”
“Hmph.”
His grunt felt like progress…and a challenge to see what else I could get out of him. However, winning over a grumpy vet wasn’t my priority. I didn’t have time to linger here. They needed me at the ranch.
“They seem to be in good shape and Dennis agrees, but I’m gonna need a bill of health for each animal, including vaccinations, deworming history, diseases, or concerns with disposition or injuries. You know…the basics.”
More staring.
Dennis pulled his hat off and scratched his balding head. “Axel, can you get that paper work to Tanner by tomorrow?”
“I can do that.” Axel’s deep timbre echoed in the yard.
I should have walked away. I’d obviously caught Axel while he was in the middle of something, and he didn’t give “ray of sunshine” vibes. But I’d never been good at leaving well enough alone.
about the author:
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
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