Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Jenna
It was supposed to be a simple delivery for my father. I’d hoped to avoid Walker Hale. He’s a grumpy cowboy, probably the grumpiest one in Courage County. He’s annoying and bossy and so hot.
When a storm leaves us stranded together, I’m stuck with the cowboy who fuels my dirtiest fantasies. Turns out, he’s even better with his hands than I imagined.
But then the storm ends, and morning comes. It’s for the best. Hot grumpy cowboys don’t want hot messes like me…right?
Walker
I’ve tried to do the right thing and ignore the beautiful college student that keeps showing up at my ranch with deliveries. She’s young and innocent with curves for days. I’m just a washed-up rodeo cowboy with a dirty mind.
But when we’re stranded together in my house for the night, I can no longer fight my feelings. It’s time to lasso her heart and claim my curvy woman. Because this cowboy wants forever.
If you love ott alpha cowboys and steamy make out scenes, then it’s time to meet Walker in Her Grumpy Cowboy. It’s a stand-alone romance set in Mia Brody’s Courage County which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!
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Jenna
Thunder rolls distantly in the background and I pause what I’m doing, feeling the familiar flash of fear. I keep telling myself it’s ridiculous to be afraid of them. But that doesn’t change the churning in my gut.
I glance at the sky through the window of Courage County Feed & Seed. Yeah, it’s a terribly original name for a store that serves the ranching community of Courage County. But this place is home now that I’ve flunked out of college, once again disappointing my father.
“Jenna, where are ya?” My dad ambles in that way he does when his back has been bothering him. The doctor told him two years ago he needed surgery, and he keeps putting it off.
While I wait for him, I glance at the order form I’m trying to read. It’s not easy when all the letters jump and shimmer on the page.
The dyslexia diagnosis last year was almost a relief. Turns out I’m not stupid and lazy like my dad has always insisted I am. My brain just works differently than his. Not that I’d ever tell him that. He’s too set in his ways.
“I’m over here,” I call from my place at the register. I wish my friend Mallory still worked here. She helped me to make sense of the orders. She never laughed at me or acted like I was dumb. But she married River Scott, a hot cowboy with a baby. Now she’s starting her own clothing boutique in town.
“Just got an order in from Walker. He needs more horse feed,” dad announces, reeking of alcohol. It might be the middle of the day but that doesn’t mean anything to him. It’s always beer o’clock somewhere. He scowls at me. “Well…?”
Dad doesn’t care much for Walker, the brooding cowboy that’s a former roughstock rider. The man rode actual bulls, which is pretty hot if you ask me.
He’s got a deep brown gaze and a thick beard. He doesn’t say much whenever I talk to him. He mainly just grunts so I know he doesn’t like me. But a girl can still dream about those rough hands and that deep, gritty voice. Sometimes, I even touch myself imagining what it must sound like when he’s buried deep inside me. Like he’d ever want to do that with me. I’m a curvy woman and a college dropout that can barely string together a sentence when I’m in his presence.
My dad stands there, waiting for a long moment. He’s hoping I’ll volunteer to do it and normally I would. But ever since the accident, I hate driving in thunderstorms. The sky rumbles again, as if confirming to me that volunteering would be a terrible idea.
Still, when my dad shuffles off, I find myself saying, “Wait, I’ll go. But you have to promise me something.”
He pauses and turns to me, irritation already forming on his face. Just once I wish he’d look at me and smile. But since I know that isn’t going to happen, I swallow and say, “Do your stretches.”
I call them stretches for his back. Actually, it’s yoga positions that will take some of the pressure off his spine. But I can’t tell him that. He thinks it’s “hippy dippy shit” to practice yoga.
“Walker needs twelve bags of the stuff,” dad answers. He gestures on his fingers with a one then a two, like I’m stupid.
I fight a hot flush of anger. I want to yell at him and tell him I’m not. I want to tell him I didn’t ask to be different. But I’m afraid of what he might say in response. Instead, I swallow down the words that burn like acid in my throat. “I’ll be back soon.”
It only takes a few minutes for me to get the feed loaded. I miss having Mallory nearby to chat with me. Maybe I’ll call her later this week and see if she wants to go to Courage Cookies and have coffee together.
I pop back into the store one more time before I leave to see my father helping a farmer choose between two types of chicken feed. “I’m about to head out. Anything you need while I’m gone?”
He looks up from his customer. “Don’t be underfoot and don’t cause any trouble.”
Just like that I’m dismissed.
While I’m in the truck, thunder continues to roll so I turn the radio to a country station and let it play the top hits. This works to distract me for a little while, at least until I come to the covered bridge over the creek. It’s not really a creek. It’s more of a river but the old-timers call it a creek so that’s what most of us refer to it as.
As soon as I cross the water, I’ll be on Walker’s land. The thought sends a little thrill through me even as I slow the vehicle. I eye the banks carefully. The creek is known to flood when it rains but it hasn’t started yet. Everything looks fine so I guide the truck across the bridge.