Guardian Cowboy

Guardian Cowboy
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Can they outwit a deadly stalker?Sawyer Quincy unexpectedly awakes in a stranger’s bed and is mortified. The rancher wants to get to know Janis Little, but threatening notes, slashed tires and gunshots warn him to stay away. Despite the danger surrounding them both, Sawyer falls hard and means to protect her at all costs. When Janis suddenly disappears, Sawyer risks everything to save her.

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A lone wolf cowboy comes to the rescue

But can he outwit a deadly stalker?

Sawyer Quincy unexpectedly awakes in a stranger’s bed and is mortified. The rancher wants to get to know Janis Little, but threatening notes, slashed tires and gunshots warn him to stay away. Despite the danger surrounding them both, Sawyer falls hard and means to protect her at all costs. When Janis suddenly disappears, Sawyer puts it all on the line to save her.

CARLA CASSIDY is an award-winning, New York Times bestselling author who has written more than one hundred and twenty novels. Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write.

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Guardian Cowboy

Carla Cassidy


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ISBN: 978-1-474-07861-0

GUARDIAN COWBOY

© 2018 Carla Bracale

Published in Great Britain 2018

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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Chapter 1

“If one of those cowboys from the Humes’s ranch strokes my butt one more time, I’m going to toss a drink over somebody’s head,” Janis Little exclaimed to fellow Watering Hole waitress, Annie Holbrook, as they both reached the polished bar that stretched almost wall-to-wall along the side of the popular nightspot.

Annie grinned at her. “I double-dog dare you,” she said, her dark eyes snapping with mischief. “Stroking butts is the only way those men can convince themselves they have any kind of a romantic relationship with a woman. I triple-dog dare you.”

Janis laughed as the bartender, Tanner Woodson, approached them. “Ladies, talk to me,” he said.

“Three draft beers,” Annie said.

Janis gave him the orders for her tables and he stepped away to prepare the drinks.

“He is so hot,” Annie whispered to Janis.

Tanner was not only new to the town of Bitterroot, Oklahoma, but tonight was only his third night on the job.

So far, as manager of the bar, Janis was impressed with him. He was friendly with the patrons but not overly so. He was quick and efficient, and when he had a moment to rest, he didn’t. Instead he wiped down the bar, cleaned glasses and restocked the lemons and limes and olives that topped the drinks.

“Janis, did you hear what I said?” Annie poked Janis in the rib with her elbow.

“Yeah, he’s okay,” she replied.

“Okay? He’s got the dreamiest blue eyes and that beautiful dark hair, and enough chest muscles to make a girl feel safe if she was in his arms.”

“You’re practically on the verge of drooling,” Janis said dryly.

“You’d drool, too, if you weren’t already hung up on that sexy Holiday Ranch cowboy who can’t hold his drinks.”

“I’m not hung up on anyone,” Janis replied even as she felt her cheeks warm with a blush.

Thankfully, at that moment, Tanner returned with their drinks. The Watering Hole was the place for singles and dating couples to hang out and this evening it was hopping with the usual Saturday night crowd.



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