The cowboy, the rancher, and a little holiday magic…Tanner
I met the grumpiest man on the planet and I’m head over heels in lust. No joke. Oak Ridge Ranch’s new part-time vet slash ranch hand is a bear and he’s built like one too. If I were smart, I’d keep my distance.
In a twist, I’m not so smart.
But I can tell that under his hard as nails exterior, the cowboy is a gentle giant. Axel is a devoted single dad, a dedicated vet, and…I think he likes me. Or he wants me.
I can work with that.
There’s nothing wrong with a little holiday fun, is there?
Axel
I need the job at the ranch through December, then I’m out of here. I have a kid to think of and it’s time to settle old scores and build a new life.
But Tanner is making things complicated. He’s smart, intuitive, and charming, and—
Whoa! I’ve learned my lesson. This is temporary. I’m not Tanner’s cowboy.
I might be attracted to him, but I can handle it.
I hope.
Okay, fine. I may need some Christmas magic to get out of this with my heart in one piece. Wish me luck.
A Cowboy Holiday is an MM, bisexual romance featuring a single dad-cowboy-grump, a sweetheart of a rancher, and some holiday magic.
I needed to snap the fuck out of it and quit gawking at him. But let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. Tanner was always around, and while I wanted to be annoyed, I wasn’t. I looked forward to seeing him and hearing his low, melodic voice. And I didn’t mind Tanner’s anecdotal stories about the animals, his friends, or the distributor who’d messed up a shipment of vitamins and sent Viagra instead. He’d laughed, deep and rumbly. My lips had twitched without my permission, and I’d had to respond. “In all fairness, sildenafil is an active ingredient in Viagra.”“Yeah, but this was the little blue pill. And lots of them,” Tanner had huffed.“Hmph. What’d you do with them?”“We kept them. If you ever have any trouble getting a hard-on, you know who to call.” He immediately scrunched his face in a move I’d only seen Phoebe pull off. “Shit. That sounded…bad.”“Real bad,” I’d agreed, but I’d chuckled…or made a noise that had resembled a chuckle, anyway.Tanner, on the other hand, had guffawed outright, an unfettered and joyful sound.Fuck…this wasn’t good. And it was something every damn day. Breezy conversations about nothing of consequence, silly banter offset by a keen regard for the animals and his employees. Try as I might, I couldn’t help admiring the cocky jut of his hips, his muscular thighs, and the curve of his ass.And there he was again…fifteen feet away—posed like a model for Cowboy Living with his hands on his hips as he leaned on the fence. His scuffed boots, worn jeans, and dusty Stetson hinted at a long day in the fields. Like it or not, I fucking noticed him in a way that had nothing to do with cattle, horses, goats, pigs, or chickens.Tanner was smiling as usual, joking around with Lou as if he had all the time in the world, and—now he was laughing, his chin tipped skyward, revealing a strong neck and appealing scruff. The hum of awareness stirred in me again and—
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
