✰ Bianca ✰
★★★★★
4.5 Stars
4.5 Stars
Steamy, sexy, and laugh-out-loud funny, THE TRUTH ABOUT COWBOYS is a new contemporary novel that will pull your heartstrings and steam up your e-reader…
While I was off pitching in the big leagues, my family was back in the small town of Sweetwater, Texas, running the family ranch. Then tragedy hit and I discovered there were secrets that my family kept, problems they hid. I went home, left behind the money, women, and fame. I took over the ranch and took care of my grandmother. I took over hiding the secrets. Then she came to town. A smart-mouthed, clumsy, too-smart-and-too-pretty-for-my-own-good city girl hiding out to write a book. She's right here, on my property, in the cottage my grandmother rented her without my permission, and she sees too much. She knows too much.
Now suddenly my world is spinning, and she's shoving a baseball back in my hand while baking cookies with my grandmother. She's the devil and an angel all in one fiery little package. I decide I'll wait her out. She'll go back to the city. Only suddenly I don't want her to leave, and everything I’ve settled for in my life isn't enough. I want to play ball and I want her, but there's that secret that won't let go, but neither will she.
Divorce lawyer Jessica's had it with the big city!
Dallas was full of idiot clients and cheating fiancés.
Now she's rented a little cottage to finally write her book.
But when she finally gets there - the owner is not very happy to see her.
He didn't know his grandma had rented out their little cottage.
Grandma definitely has some bigger plans for her grandson and Jessica. But those two just can't seem to be in a room - or in a mud puddle - together without starting to argue!
Plus there's Jason's mysterious retirement from professional sports and lots of money and old relationship problems that'll keep our darlings busy!
Let the fun times begin!
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO JESSICA & JASON???
WILL THERE BE A HEA???
READ THE BOOK TO FIND OUT ☺
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Well, that was ... cute!!!
It was a funny Cowboy-Baseball-Lawyer-Author romance full of mud and cookies and rain and moody, sexy ranchers!
I really loved reading it.
It was also a Lisa Renee Jones book - so it was a tiny bit too long. We could've cut a few pages and a few too complicated sentences. And a few of those YOU DID, DID YOU?'s - there were too many of those kinds of 'questions' in here. The writing was a bit weird here and there. It felt like Lisa tried too hard to sound different and funnier. But I still really liked Jessica and Jason - and grandma and Roarke! And the cookies! I even liked the cat - and I hate cats! ☺
It was a sweet and adorable and slightly frustrating romance. I enjoyed reading it and I can't wait to read Roarke's story next!
THE TRUTH ABOUT COWBOYS was an adorable Cowboy-Baseball-Lawyer-Author-Cookie-Baker-Cat-Sitter Love Story!
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Jason - this one is MINE!
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Jason - this one is MINE!
Jessica…
I dart toward the door in the far right corner and enter the
bathroom, where I find a giant old-fashioned, barrel-style tub. I open one of
the white cabinet doors and also find a towel, but I’m just too wet for it to
help. Like that woman was for Craig. Oh God. There I go again. No. No. No. I
will not think those thoughts. No more. I’m done. With him. With her. I strip
down naked, wrap the towel around me, and hunt for my suitcase, which I hope
like heck has the other bag of chocolate I packed.
Naked might get a girl in trouble, but I’m alone and it’s
not like anyone is going to see me naked anytime soon. I can go right ahead and
happily pack a few pounds of chocolate weight on a petite frame that can’t
handle a few extra anything. There will be no more men for me. Therefore, there
will be no trouble to be found. It’s a great plan and on this one, really
truly, I dare to say, what could go wrong? I exit the bathroom into the bedroom
and scream at the sight of a man standing there.
The cowboy who saved me on the side of the road is not only
here, minus his trench coat and wearing a snug black T-shirt, he’s bigger and
broader than I remember. The bedroom shrinks. My heart races.
“I was right,” I accuse, clutching at my towel, the only
thing between me and him besides footsteps. “You are a serial killer.” I
search for a weapon and I don’t know why there’s a giant flashlight on the
nightstand, but it’s long and strong, and I grab it, my new prize. I also
manage to drop my towel. Oh my God, I’ve dropped my towel. Goose bumps lift on
my naked body and, Lord help me, my nipples pucker.
I try to grab my towel and almost drop the flashlight, which
is a better weapon than terry cloth. I commit to the flashlight and my state of
undress. “I will hit you if you come near me,” I warn. “I mean, kill you.” That
sounds unrealistic and therefore lacks the bite I intend. “I will hurt you.”
He arches a brow and, to my shock and his credit, he doesn’t
so much as blink at anything below my neck. I don’t know if I should be
appreciative or offended. Am I not distracting? Am I not worthy of a look?
Obviously, my ex didn’t think so and—
The cowboy starts walking toward me.
“What are you doing? Stay back.” I hold up the flashlight,
but I’m the one backing up, hitting the wall with a hard thud. He
snatches up my towel and hands it to me, his hand brushing my nipple in the
process. I suck in a breath, even as the flashlight is removed from my hand and
tossed on the bed. “The game is over. Getting naked won’t stop me from calling
the police.”
“I’ll knee you. I’ll scream. I’ll—”
“You’re standing in my property, sweetheart.”
“This is not—”
“And yet it is. You picked the wrong house to squat in and
the wrong town. I saw where you turned off. I knew where you were headed. Wrong
choice, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me sweetheart. And what the hell are you
talking about? Squatter? What is a—” A bad feeling hits me. “You think I’m
freeloading by sneaking in here and now I’m trying to buy a bed with my naked
body? Really?”
“If the shoe fits, sweetheart.”
I scowl. “Stop calling me sweetheart. Since when do
women seducing men try to hit them with a flashlight? Then again, we are
talking about you here. I’m pretty sure you could make anyone want to hit you.
Maybe that’s the only foreplay you know. A flashlight and a—”
“Stop,” he orders, his hands pressing to the wall on either
side of me, and now his big body framing my naked body.
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