Grab a cup of coffee and prepare to get swept away by cowboys and long forgotten promises!
by Sonja Gunter
Genre: Contemporary RomanceCan a Rodeo Queen turn a City Boy from his carefree bachelor ways into a cowboy for a ride into the sunset?
Rosalind Dunne, a twenty-five year old barrel racer, is in need of a husband, to gain her inheritance in full, to open a horse sanctuary. While in Las Vegas at a competition, she plots a way to outsmart the old fashion marriage stipulation put on her trust by her grandfather.
In Vegas to
attend a friend’s wedding, confirmed bachelor, Allan Smith, owner of a New York
brokerage firm, wakes up in the morning to find a wedding band on his finger.
The problem is he can’t remember the ceremony or the bride.
Rosalind and
Allan don’t want to be married or fall in love. But does a City Boy become a
cowboy and find true love with a Rodeo Queen?
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Stupid wannabes.
Her gloved fingers tightened on the reins. Dawn jerked her head in protest. Disgust replaced Rosalind’s smile. She reached down, petted her mare’s neck. On the edge of refusing to ride unless the officials did something, she sensed being watched. She scanned the crowd. Her search ended when she reached the group. One of the men stood. His bold, unbroken stare gave her butterflies in the pit of her belly.
Omigod.
He’s so hot he could melt ice cubes on a cold day in Minnesota. He didn’t compare to the tough, good-looking bull, bareback, and bronco riders she was around all the time. This man was different.
Blond hair.
I need to breathe, damn it.
His sun-kissed locks, however, stuck out like a casino in a church district. Her smile turned to a chuckle when she noticed the way his midnight black Stetson was angled on his head. Didn’t the man know wearing his hat that way meant he was single and looking for company?
Her lips curled upward, and she returned his stare. Tipping her hat to him, she looked away first, not liking the unsettling feeling he gave her.
“You ready, Rosalind?” Sam patted her leg.
“Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Focus on the run. And only the run.” Sam tightened the cinch, ensuring the saddle wouldn’t slip during her run, before stepping away.
She nodded and ran through her routine checklist mode. First, she brushed at her fringed western shirt to make sure it was tucked into her jeans. Absentmindedly, she touched each of the white-coated snaps, ensuring all were fastened properly. Next, she tugged her hat string tight for good measure and turned her head to feel the weight of her braid on her back.
Everything was set.
It was one of the things her grandpa had drilled into her. She couldn’t spare any deductions for improper dress. The National Barrel Horse Association judges were strict when it came to points concerning the dress codes and could fine members up to twenty-five dollars per violation.
“Rosalind Dunne, rider number fifteen, to the gate.”
With her legs, she nudged Dawn forward to the starting line and turned her attention to the signal. The flag was her center point, second to the words. She waited and waited.
“Ready,” the voice paused. “Go!”
The flag dropped.
Dawn didn’t need any urging. She tore off like the proverbial bat out of hell. It was why Rosalind never had to use spurs or kick her horse at the start of the run.
Fifteen, sixteen, and turn, Rosalind mindlessly counted off in her head to assure herself she was in time with each long stride Dawn took. They rounded barrel one and then barrel two with no problems. As they neared the third barrel, the dreaded turn, she heard the shouts, whistles, and the catcalls. She used all her experience to avoid a catastrophe during the turn.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalind didn’t miss seeing the blond-haired man stand and wave. For a split second, her attention was taken away from Dawn as the man lurched, ready to fall face first into the arena. She braced herself for disaster, except at the last second, another spectator saved the falling man.
Even with the distraction, she completed the hairpin turn with the stirrups nearly touching the ground. She steadied herself for the last leg of the run by loosening up on the reins and giving Dawn her head. They blasted toward home at a dead run.
With unbelievable speed, Dawn ran.
Her adrenalin was high. She loved the feel of the air on her face and the power of Dawn beneath her.
“Fifteen-point-nine seconds for Rosalind Dunne.” The announcer shouted into the intercom.
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Love Horsing Around
by Sonja Gunter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A comeback that no one expected in barrel racing and love.
Alisa Highland’s love for horses and
barrel racing has been put through a lot since coming off a suspension from the
Women’s Professional Rodeo Association. Hardships and obstacles push her to her
limits, and she turns to the cowboys to make ends meet to save her ranch.
Dr. Lance Rangle,
her ex-fiancé, returns to help his father with the veterinarian clinic. An
emergency visit brings Alisa and him, face-to-face. Their encounter reveals
they still have feelings for each other.
The past lunges
forward, and their unfinished business comes front and center. Will their love
be enough to survive life’s new hurdles?
The exit for Highway Fourteen came into view, Alisa
turned on her signal, and breathed easier. She couldn’t lose
another horse.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Through the falling snow the Countryside Veterinary
Hospital building appeared. Alisa hauled ass into the parking
lot. Jamming the shifter into park, she hurried to the trailer.
The horrid stench gagged her. With shaking hands, she
unlocked the side door.
“May I help you?”
Did Dr. Rangle have a cold? His voice was deeper than
normal.
“Can’t you smell it? I don’t know what’s wrong. I stopped
—I checked on him—and found him—he seems to be in
pain. He’s been whinnying and shit all over.”
Freeing the lead rope, the shadows hid Dr. Rangle and
then she saw he was positioned at the opened rear gate.
“Ready here,” he shouted.
His voice barely audible, but yet she heard the anxiety in
the two words.
“Back, Xavier, back.”
Her commands didn’t work. Xavier resisted and reared up.
She clicked her tongue again and again until he stepped
backward out of the trailer.
“I’ll take it from here.”
Again, despite the situation she thought Dr. Rangle
sounded different. She extended her hand and the rope to
him once he’d moved out of the shadows.
Alisa’s eyes widened. Her heart thumped in her chest.
The man next to her wasn’t old Dr. Rangle, but his son Lance.
The one and only man who she’d loved and now hated for all
time.
When had he returned?
This was really bad juju so close to Christmas.
“You didn’t have to be so rude to Patty, my receptionist.”
“I know who Patty is. What are you—never mind. Where
is your dad?”
“He’s in South Dakota. I’m the veterinarian on call.”
Lance put a gloved hand on Xavier’s nose. “What did you feed
this horse?”
“His name is Xavier. I gave him regular feed and some I
purchased at the competition in Oklahoma. I didn’t have—I
used more than I brought, but I got the same brand I feed at
home.”
“Did you check to make sure it was fresh? If you happen
to have any left, I’d like to run some tests on it. I will take him
inside. Use the hose on your boots before you come in.”
“Yeah, right.”
Lance led Xavier around the building to a side entrance.
Alisa followed hastily. Just inside of the door to the left, a sink
had a hose attached to the faucet. She rinsed off her boots
then went into the hospital. The tile floor emphasized each of
her strides. She pushed open a pair of blue doors.
Squinting from the flood of bright lights, she found Lance
sitting at a workstation with small machines. Gone was his
shoulder length brown hair, it was now short, and he was
sporting a close-cut short beard and mustache.
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If Yesterday Could Talk
by Sonja Gunter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Would you remember a promise made twenty years ago?
A promise is a promise, right? Even if it
was made twenty years ago.
Rane Schoen’s
promise to marry the boy she once met on an airplane is long forgotten.
Mark Christmenn,
now the President and owner of his family coffee business, MAC Companies, plans
on keeping the promise. Until his well-orchestrated and lonely life flashes in
front of him, when he is shot by a drug cartel, who had been using his coffee bean
shipments to smuggle drugs. He second guesses the old promise.
Chance brings the
two of them together, but neither recognizes the other from twenty years ago.
Will their sexual attraction be enough to fulfill the promise they made as
kids?
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About the Author
I
was born and raised in the cold and beautiful Minnesota, but I escaped to
Illinois for seventeen years to raise my two boys, and now I call Florida home.
My husband Andy, who’s always been my hero, has put up with my late night
computer typing and endless stacks of papers with my stories on them. We have
one furry friend as family: Chip, a sixteen year old ragdoll cat.
Life
has been full of ups and downs, but I’ve made it through the hard times. I love
to travel and go to Disney World to trade pins.
I’ve been a bowler for many years, and you can catch me writing my next
novel at the lanes.
I
encourage you to check out my web site, www.sonjagunter.com for more info and
don’t be surprised if I let my Norwegian heritage come through in my stories.
Go
Vikings! You betcha!
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