A Son For The Cowboy
IT’S TIME TO DADDY UP!For retired rodeo queen Poppy White, settling down in the picturesque little town of Stonewall Crossing, Texas, had seemed ideal. Until Toben Boone showed up on her doorstep. It had been a lifetime since their explosive one-night encounter in Cheyenne. Her son Rowdy's lifetime. And she hadn’t heard a word since.Toben was still easy on the eyes, still able to set her pulse racing—and still breaking the hearts of buckle bunnies all over the circuit, she had no doubt. But if he thought his boyish cowboy charm, dangerous dimples and baby blues were going to sweep her off her feet again, he was in for a big surprise. A big six-year-old surprise!
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ITâS TIME TO DADDY UP!
For retired rodeo queen Poppy White, settling down in the picturesque little town of Stonewall Crossing, Texas, had seemed ideal. Until Toben Boone showed up on her doorstep. It had been a lifetime since their explosive one-night encounter in Cheyenne. Her son Rowdyâs lifetime. And she hadnât heard a word since.
Toben was still easy on the eyes, still able to set her pulse racingâand still breaking the hearts of buckle bunnies all over the circuit, she had no doubt. But if he thought his boyish cowboy charm, dangerous dimples and baby blues were going to sweep her off her feet again, he was in for a big surprise. A big six-year-old surprise!
âThis doesnât need to be difficult, just let me tell him you are...you. Okay?â
Toben stared at her, her words making no sense. âYou lost me.â
She glared at him, pure hostility rolling off her tiny frame. âRowdy knows Toben Boone is his father. But you didnât introduce yourself, so he doesnât know you are Toben Boone. Iâd rather have that conversation with him, alone. Like weâve been for the last seven years.â
Toben felt numb all over. âRowdy?â He swallowed, unable to breathe, to think, to process what the hell she was saying.
âThat was Rowdy,â she repeated, her irritation mounting. She looked ready to rip into him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Poppy. But if youâre trying to tell me Iâm a father...â He sucked in a deep breath, his chest hurting so bad he pressed a hand over his heart. âDonât you think you waited a little long to tell me I have a son?â
Welcome back to Stonewall Crossing! The Boones (and I) are happy you stopped by! The brothers might be happily married, but there are plenty of Boones in need of a match.
Toben Boone spent his life avoiding love and commitment, and he didnât think he was missing a thing. Of course, thatâs when love normally comes knocking. Love, in Tobenâs case, comes wrapped up in the feisty form of Poppy White. The one woman who made him feel something deep down in his heart.
Poppy White was ready to start her new life off the rodeo circuit. She and her son, Rowdy, canât wait to make their little farm and Stonewall Crossing home. But running into the sweet-talking, lady-chasing, heart-breaking cowboy that left her high and dry when she needed help most is anything but a pleasant surprise. Having Toben Boone around stirs up all sorts of feelings, some good, some not so good, and sheâs not sure what to do about it.
I adore this storyâall the passion and hurt and fun and healing warmed my heart. I hope their love story speaks to you, too. Be on the lookout for Tandyâs book this winter. Nothing like a dreamy cowboy to warm things up on a cold night. I love to hear from readers, so drop me an email anytime at [email protected].
Thanks so much for reading!
Sasha
SASHA SUMMERS grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance and travel. Whether itâs an easy-on-the-eyes cowboy or a hero of truly mythic proportions, Sasha falls a little in love with each and every one of her heroes. She frequently gets lost with her characters in the worlds she creates, forgetting those everyday tasks like laundry and dishes. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and helpful.
This is for all the couples that had to fall apart to fall back together again. Love is never easy.
Thank you to my brainstorming partners, Joni Hahn, Marnie Culver and Frances Kiana, and to my amazing, fantastic readers!
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Poppy tucked a brown curl behind her ear and rested her chin on her steering wheel, admiring the denim-clad rear of the big, brawny cowboy peering in the picture window of her newly purchased storefront. Those jeans should be downright illegal. Or the rear that was wearing them should. Something about a nice butt in a work-worn pair of Wranglers got her every time. Hey, she appreciated beauty where she saw it.
âThis it, Ma?â Rowdy asked, his sleep-thickened voice ending her ogling.
âThis is it,â she said, smiling at her son as she climbed out of her truck. Sheâd spent hours planning out the remodel for the shop. The place was perfect for what she had in mind, just perfectâoozing country charm, cowboy mystique and simpler times. She could envision shiny belt buckles, bits and bridles in the glass case at the register. The hats and boots along the back wall. Clothing on the left, housewares on the right. Everything cowboy, everything quality and everything unique. With all her contacts from the rodeo circuit, she knew sheâd be able to give her patrons the best possible quality. She couldnât wait to get started. âWant to go inside?â
