ROMANCE COWBOY NOVELS

All Riley Sanders wanted in her life was one thing. A horse. From the moment she could talk, she pleaded with her parents to get her a horse. Unable to put an end to the constant onslaught of her seven-year-old wishes, they finally gave up. But that wasn’t the last of the horses. When she was seventeen, she convinced her parents she needed a faster horse for barrel racing, a sport she had picked up from other girls at the boarding stables. Riley was so devoted to learning how to train a horse to run at break-neck speed around three barrels in an arena, that she had little time or desire to date any of the boys she knew in high-school. Especially if they knew nothing about horses.

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Practicing throwing his rope at a calf roping dummy head, Burn Sullivant was attending his last highschool rodeo when he spied a cute girl with long brown hair and swaying hips as she groomed her own horse. He missed his next throw, vowing he was there for only a few days and didn’t need a girl to mess up his mind, like missing a practice throw at a dummy calf. Once again, he stole a glance in her direction beneath the long barn filled with stalls for the horses of high school contestants who had reached the Finals. He placed his rope inside the rope-can and led his horse toward the nearby stall that he had rented. His gelding snatched a bite of hay from a bale in the hall. Burn jerked his head away, causing the horse’s nose to hit him in the back and to lurch forward.

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The sudden movement led him to crash into the same girl he had seen earlier as she exited her horse’s stall. He had to wrap his arms around her to keep them both from falling. He hadn’t anticipated her being that pretty; with flushed cheeks, she felt wonderful pressed against him. As they separated, they talked a minute and traded names. He tried to convince himself it was not feasible to get close to a girl from another state, but after the hot affair they had in the stall the next day, they were convinced to try to make it work.

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At the next round, Riley hunted for Burn, but he was nowhere to be found. Always a londer, she’d never felt such emotion over any other man. And, they forgot to exchange phone numbers. She joined the other barrel racers in the exercise pen to warm up for the barrel race, but she couldn’t fathom why he had disappeared without a single word. Now, she had to focus on her run and shook Burn from her thoughts. They called her name. Time to run. Money was ready and ran down the alley at lightning speed. But something happened, and they didn’t run back out.

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Will this young couple meet again? They had started a fire, but the question remained: How could they locate one another once more in order to rekindle it?

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