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Barb Carico’s all about business.  Now that her best friend tied the knot with Barb’s new business partner, she’s busier than ever. Managing Jesse Sullivan’s career and

public persona can be a handful. Add in an aging mother who goes through home health nurses like candy, Barb’s hanging on the edge.

Her one salvation?  Hunter Martin, prodigal son of Martin Family Dairy and, hopefully, Jesse’s next sponsor. After his brother’s death, Hunter’s become an instant dad to his seven-year-old niece.  For Hunter, the rodeo weekend with Barb is the perfect excuse to relax.

When their dinner turns into a quick trip to a Vegas wedding chapel, both Barb and Hunter agree their nuptials were a mistake Barb doesn’t know anything about being a wife or mother but she needs one favor.  A favor she’ll trade her lifestyle, independence, and even risk her heart to make come true.

Victoria‘s Review:

What? I intended to do this so much later, but this Boston city girl who moved to Miami for the flavors is now thinking of packing her bags to go to a rodeo. I know nothing about Boise or farms, but the ancestors who arrived on this soil in 1607 knew. It must be in the DNA. Yep. I’m off.

I don’t always read Western Romances. But A: Hunter is a good guy. He’s old school hero in modern clothes. B: I love old school guys like this. So C: for the first review of this month… I’m hooked. Hunter is HOT and I will read anything when I’m attracted to the guy’s manners and sexy good looks.

Barb isn’t a salad eater. As a girl who hates salad eating twiggy types, she’s already my new BFF. And she’s good with the one liners. 

This free review book was sent to me for an honest review, and in my honest opinion, it’s my favorite book I’ve read in weeks.

Seriously how much are plane tickets to Boise? Hot and sexy heroes are hard to find.



If flying was hell, waiting to fly was purgatory. Their plane should have taken off an hour

ago. And even though they were on hold, Jesse Sullivan still hadn’t graced the airport

with his presence. Barb dialed Jesse’s cell again and immediately got his answering

message. “Damn, Jesse—where are you?”

“No luck?” Hunter Martin, prodigal son of Martin Dairy Empires—and potential

sponsor for her perpetually late client—opened his blue eyes and looked at her.

Barb had thought the man had been asleep when she’d pulled out the cell one more

time. She pasted on a smile she didn’t feel. “Just his voice mail. Maybe he’s stuck in


Hunter raised his eyebrows. “In Boise?”

It happens,” Barb shot back. “He’s been staying at his brother’s spread up near Lucky

Peak so maybe a logging truck accident slowed him down.”

Hunter shook his head. “Really?”

“It could happen. Those trucks fly on those narrow roads.” Barb sighed. “I think

you’re stuck with me for the flight. I don’t think Jesse will make it.”

“I’m not going to complain.” Hunter’s smile was slow and sexy. He closed his eyes

again. “Shake me if they announce our flight. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Barb smiled. I bet you didn’t. Hunter Martin was known in Boise social circles as a

player. Or at least he had been. All Barb really knew about the thirty-two-year old

bachelor was that he liked the Country Star bar—well known for its line dancing classes

and generous beer prices—better than the upscale places downtown. She’d seen him at

Country Star a few years ago and man, the boy could swing. In all her years around the

rodeo, Barb had never been able to relax enough to let her partner lead her around the

dance floor. But she felt the music, even if her dancing would put her on a reality show

for the Worst Dancers in America.

Rumor had it that Mr. Martin must be involved because he’d been absent from his

usual bar stool for months. Barb snuck a glance at his left hand. No ring yet. Although

that didn’t mean anything. He still could be engaged.

Barb wished she’d just taken a direct flight to San Francisco. But since she’d had to

come up to get another caretaker hired and settled with Mom, she’d jumped at the chance

to host a potential new sponsor for the weekend. Martin Dairy had big promotion

pockets. Or at least that’s what was rumored. And the company loved to sponsor bull

riders. Jesse better not screw this up.

Going into partnership with James, Jesse’s brother, and becoming Jesse’s manager

when James had wanted to get off the road to run Hudson’s Spa with Lizzie, his new

wife, had seemed like a no brainer. James, Lizzie, and Jesse had been friends since high

school in Shawnee. And Barb had managed cowboys for years. She’d taken newcomers

from small town rodeos and gotten them into the finals in Las Vegas in no time. But Jesse

already had a champion belt buckle. And acted like it. The man was infuriating, at best.

Hunter’s pocket started to vibrate and Barb jumped back, hoping the man hadn’t

caught her staring.

Hunter pulled out his Blackberry. Bringing the phone in front of his face before

opening his eyes, he squinted at the display. Frowning, he stood. “Sorry, I’ve got to take


Barb watched the man walk away. Cowboy casual in Wranglers and a cotton buttondown

shirt, Hunter could have been her wayward bull rider. His dark hair had just the

right curl, making Barb’s finger’s itch to play with it. The man would give any of the

rodeo guys a run for their money in the body department, even though Barb knew Hunter

spent his days in a high rise in Boise, managing the large dairy operation. Martin Dairy

didn’t just own one dairy farm in the valley. Rumor had it that old man Martin wanted to

wipe out the competition and be the only milk producer around. They’d bought out the

cheese factory in the next town a few years ago, and now Martin Dairy brand cheese was

on supermarket shelves nationwide.

Barb sighed. She could imagine the fun Hunter would be if he weren’t a potential

sponsor. And if she weren’t Jesse’s manager. She’d just have to put the drool worthy man

out of that part of her mind. Just for the weekend. She shook her head. She needed a life

outside the rodeo. A man she could come home to and he’d massage her shoulders.

Someone she could tell her dumb stories to who’d laugh and understand. Someone who

didn’t mind that she traveled every weekend from late April to December.

Yeah, like that was going to happen.



Lynn Cahoon is a contemporary romance author with a love of hot, sexy men, real and imagined. Her alpha heroes range from rogue witch hunters to modern cowboys. And her heroines all have one thing in common, their strong need for independence. Or at least that’s what they think they want.  She blogs at her website, A Fairy Tale Life.




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