Wednesday, November 6, 2013

For the Love of a Cowboy by Sandy Sullivan

For The Love of a Cowboy


Book Blurb:


Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting to beat him up in a bar fight.

Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living.

Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy

Review


You never know how the decision someone else make can have a toll on your life rather it's good or bad. This is a lesson Paige and Jacob had to learn and overcome to be better people as well as understand their place in each others life.

I been waiting forever to get the answers to Jacob problem and did not expect it to be what was explained in this book. I laughed, got aroused, and pissed all within the pages from beginning to end. Sandy is a mistress at cowboy novels and of explaining how they come to terms with their love interest.

I could not put it down but have to admit, I wanted to smack a preacher.... I am hooked this series and can't wait to book 4.

BUY LINKS


http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FWFV4Y4/ref=cm_cr_mts_prod_img


http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/for-the-love-of-a-cowboy-sandy-sullivan/1117138597?ean=2940148816201


TEASER


Jacob Young rolled over onto his back, groaning when his head felt like it was going to split in half. Sunlight poured through the dingy drapes on the cloudy windows as he peeled his grainy eyelids open far enough to see where he was. He recognized the motel. He’d spent enough weekend nights here to know the inside of this disgusting place from corner to corner.

What the hell happened? He didn’t remember much. He drank way too many beers the night before and then started to play pool with some guys he knew he shouldn’t have. He didn’t remember much after that. How did he get to the motel, pay for a room, and get himself to bed?

He sat up and grabbed his head as it pounded out the rhythm of a set of drums. Bongo drums if he thought about it, but that hurt too. God, I feel like shit.

As he squinted trying to bring the room into focus, a piece of paper on the grimy table caught his attention. He blinked several times as he leaned over to grab it.

Jacob –

No thanks needed for savin’ your ass, but please make sure you don’t drive until you’re sober. You really need to quit drinkin’.

The keys to your truck are on the nightstand.

Angel

Who the hell is Angel?

He didn’t remember last night at all. Maybe the bartender could tell him. He glanced at the clock. Fuck. The red digits read nine. Jeff would kick his ass when he got home. It was bad enough his brother thought he drank too much, but now he had proof if he wanted it. Somebody saved his ass last night, paid for a motel and kept him from driving drunk.

Jacob looked down at himself. What the fuck? He picked at the dried substance and slapped his hand over his mouth before he lost what little was left in his stomach. Apparently, at some point, he’d thrown up because the stuff covered the front of his shirt.

He unbuttoned the shirt and took it off. Luckily, he was wearing a T-shirt under it. Spring usually meant colder weather, even in Bandera, Texas.

Once he found his keys and his boots, he got to his feet and headed for the bathroom. He needed to wash out his mouth. Unfortunately, this Podunk motel didn’t have toothbrushes or toothpaste for their patrons. Hell, they barely had a bed.

After he took a piss and rinsed out his mouth, he pulled on his boots and stumbled into the sunny morning.

Getting home had to be the priority right now. He was actually surprised no one had called his cell phone looking for him. Maybe they don’t care anymore. This behavior has been goin’ on for some time. They must realize I’ll make it home eventually, right?


AUTHOR INFO


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Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.

She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.

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