A Cowboy's Heart. Brenda Minton
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Название: A Cowboy's Heart
Автор: Brenda Minton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781408963654
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She remembered the first time she’d met him, a cowboy in faded jeans.
His smile had put her teenage heart into overdrive. She’d spent the next year wrapped in daydreams of a guy that she’d been afraid to talk to.
In search of her aunt, she finally spotted Janie, standing at the edge of the crowd at the rodeo. Next to her was a man Willow didn’t recognize. This man wore a bent-up cowboy hat. The strong angles of his jaw proved he was no longer a kid.
Willow joined her aunt and Clint Cameron. He took off his hat, revealing sandy blond hair, a five o’clock shadow and a slow, easy grin.
He wasn’t a gangly teen anymore. And her heart still did that funny dance when he smiled at her. As a girl, she hadn’t known what to do with that reaction. Now she carefully tamped it down, because she didn’t need complications to her already complicated life.
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BRENDA MINTON
started creating stories to entertain herself during hour-long rides on the school bus. In high school she wrote romance novels to entertain her friends. The dream grew and so did her aspirations to become an author. She started with notebooks, handwritten manuscripts and characters that refused to go away until their stories were told. Eventually she put away the pen and paper and got down to business with the computer. The journey took a few years, with some encouragement and rejection along the way—as well as a lot of stubbornness on her part. In 2006, her dream to write for Steeple Hill Books Love Inspired line came true.
Brenda lives in the rural Ozarks with her husband, three kids and an abundance of cats and dogs. She enjoys a chaotic life that she wouldn’t trade for anything—except, on occasion, a beach house in Texas. You can stop by and visit at her Web site, www.brendaminton.net.
A Cowboy’s Heart
Brenda Minton
The Lord is my strength and my song, He has
become my salvation: He is my God, and I will
praise Him. My father’s God, and I will exalt Him.
—Exodus 15:2
To my sister Ellen Benham and my brother-in-law
Gary. This is dedicated to you, for computers,
for weekends away and for friendship.
To Doug and the kids, because they love me,
even during a deadline crunch.
And of course to Melissa Endlich and Janet Benrey.
Without their encouragement and belief in my
stories, I’d still be piling unpublished manuscripts
in the closet.
To faithful and true friends, strong women all,
without whom my phone batteries would always
be charged, and I’d be a blob of insecurity. Thank
you for listening, for reading and for always being
there for me. Steph, Shirlee, Angela, Tonya, Dawn,
Barbara, Betty, Janice, Lori W and Keri.
For my number-one fan, Denise Foster Dickens.
And Josie, for dinner, and for being the most
amazing neighbor ever.
To the girls at the Marionville, MO, library for
support and encouragement.
A deep debt of gratitude to Janet McCoy, for
answering questions and sharing stories.
To all of the women who struggle, hold on
to faith and never give up. Especially to
my new sister-in-Christ, Shirley.
You are strong and beautiful.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Country music crackled from aging PA speakers that hung from the announcer’s stand next to the rodeo arena, and dozens of conversations buzzed around Willow Michaels. It was hard to discern one sound from another, and harder still to know if the queasy nervousness in her stomach was due to her bulls about to compete, or the way sounds faded in and out.
A hand touched her arm. She smiled at her aunt Janie, who had insisted on attending with her, because it was a short drive from home, and well, because Aunt Janie went nearly everywhere that Willow went.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Janie asked.
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