THIS COWBOY WONâT QUIT
Jake Scott welcomed the invitation from Kenzie Grantâs father to visit their ranch in Idaho. It was a chance to help out an old family friend, and to see Kenzie again. But judging by her frosty reception, his old friend wasnât informedâand isnât amused. The stunning little spitfire that dogged him around when they were kids has grown into a fabulous force to be reckoned with. And heâs in her crosshairs.
Itâs tough to tell which she resents mostâhis advice on eco-friendly ranching methods or just his presence. Either way, heâs got her riled. Just not in the way heâd hoped. How can he convince her that working together could be the best thing for the ranchâ¦and for them?
âI have a job to do.â
âWell, do it and leave,â she told him.
Jake shrugged. âI canât. You refuse to cooperate.â
âFine, be stubborn.â
âIâm not. Itâs justââ
âJust what?â
Kenzie was spitting mad now, he could tellâ¦and she looked more adorable than ever.
âJake Scott, you drive me crazy.â
He couldnât help the smile that came from somewhere deep within him. She sounded exactly like that feisty girl with the heart of gold heâd fallen for all those years ago. âKenzie Grant, I sometimes believe thatâs my whole purpose in life.â
She let out a throaty little groan and then abruptly disappeared inside the farmhouse. Next, the porch window they shared was slammed shut so hard the lamp beside his bed bounced off the table and landed on the floor, shattering the bulb.
âSo not my finest moment,â he muttered and looked up at the starry night sky and prayed.
Dear Reader,
The Grant family, comprised mostly of women, is at it again in this story of childhood rivals. Jake and Kenzie have been trying to outdo each other ever since they first met on his family ranch in Montana, when she was still carrying around a doll in her back pocket and he was dreaming of rodeos.
Now that theyâre all grown up, that rivalry hasnât stopped. Matter of fact, it gets stronger when Kenzie learns Jake has been called in to help her turn the family ranch into a more ânaturalâ enterprise.
What?
I love writing about a character who has developed his or her own set of rules to live by, and seems to be doing quite well, until someone arrives and upsets the applecart. It always makes for a fun story with lots of soul-searching for each character. Who has to change the most or compromise the most to gain what they ultimately wantâ¦true love?
I hope you fall in love with Kenzie and Jake as much as I did while writing about them. Writing an entire story is such a personal experience, one that always amazes me. A character comes up and taps me on the shoulder and says, âItâs time you told my story, and itâs a doozy!â How can I refuse? I canât, so I begin, and what ends up on the page is me channeling that character. Itâs something I love to do, and hope you love to read.
All best,
Mary
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USA TODAY bestselling author MARY LEO grew up in south Chicago in the tangle of a big Italian family. Sheâs worked in Hollywood, Las Vegas and Silicon Valley. Currently she lives in San Diego with her husband, author Terry Watkins, and their sweet kitty, Sophie. Visit her website at maryleo.com.
For Louise (Watkins) Stover, my sister-in-law
July 1939âOctober 2016
Louise introduced me to high tea and taught me that three hours of shopping in one store was just the beginning. The laughter and love we shared on those fun excursions will never be replaced or forgotten. Louise accepted this city girl on her farm with no questions asked, and gave me a love of rural life that I would not have experienced if she hadnât welcomed me into the family. Thank you for your patience and all those superb family dinners. Every time I write a story about a cowboy, Iâm reminded of those inspirational days on her farm in Quakertown, PA.
Prologue
âYou canât be a cowboy. Youâre a girl,â ten-year-old Jake Scott stated as if everyone on the entire planet already knew this fact. Then he rolled his eyes and climbed up the side of the wooden horse corral, his cowboy boots slapping each rung with a loud thump while his small hands expertly grabbed hold, having done this many times before.
When he arrived at the top, he perched himself on the thick rail, swung his feet over it and stared at the three horses his dad had recently purchased. They were taller than most of the other horses heâd ridden, and their height scared him as he watched them prance around the large space in a tight formation. His dad had promised that the brown-and-white paint would end up being his, once the animal was trained, of course. At the moment, Jake couldnât even imagine getting anywhere near the young stallion without his dad close by. The horses had only recently been separated from their moms and were easily spooked in their new surroundings.