Heâs come back to Copper Ridge, Oregon, to keep a promiseâeven if it means losing his heart...
Putting down roots in Copper Ridge was never Alex Donnellyâs intention. But if thereâs one thing the ex-military man knows, itâs that life rarely unfolds as expected. If it did, his best friend and brother-in-arms would still be alive. And Alex wouldnât have inherited a ranch or responsibility for his late comradeâs sisterâa woman who, despite her inexperience, can bring tough-as-iron Alex to his knees.
Clara Campbell didnât ask for a hero to ride in and fix her ranch and her life. All she wants is the one thing stubborn, honorable Alex is reluctant to give: a chance to explore their intense chemistry. But Clara has a few lessons to teach him, too...about trusting his heart and his instincts, and letting love take him on the wildest adventure of all.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates
âFans of Robyn Carr and RaeAnne Thayne will enjoy [Yatesâs] small-town romance.â
âBooklist on Part Time Cowboy
âPassionate, energetic and jam-packed with personality.â
âUSATODAY.comâs Happy Ever After blog on Part Time Cowboy
âYates writes a story with emotional depth, intense heartache and love that is hard fought for and eventually won in the second Copper Ridge installment... This is a book readers will be telling their friends about.â
âRT Book Reviews on Brokedown Cowboy
âWraps up nicely, leaving readers with a desire to read more about the feisty duo.â
âPublishers Weekly on Bad News Cowboy
âThe setting is vivid, the secondary characters charming, and the plot has depth and interesting twists. But it is the hero and heroine who truly drive this story.â
âBookPage on Bad News Cowboy
âYatesâs thrilling seventh Copper Ridge contemporary proves that friendship can evolve into scintillating romance... This is a surefire winner not to be missed.â
âPublishers Weekly on Slow Burn Cowboy (starred review)
CHAPTER ONE
HE WAS PERFECT in every way.
Clara Campbell didnât even bother to hide the look of longing she knew was currently etched on her face. Asher was facing away from her anyway, working on making a cappuccino behind the barâfor herâso he wouldnât notice if she spent a little while admiring the elegant way he moved while he steamed the milk.
Okay, maybe most people wouldnât be applying words like elegant to the process of steaming milk. But in her mind, Asher could do no wrong, and everything he did was poetry. Including his work as a barista at Copper Ridgeâs newest artisan coffeehouse, Stim. Which was little more than a hole in the wall in the building down near the sea that used to house Ronaâs diner.
The diner had closed a few months back and had since been bought, gutted and remodeled to fit several new businesses that were geared toward the influx of tourists that had been passing through Copper Ridge, Oregon, in increasing numbers over the past few years.
It was perfect for Clara since Stim sat along the coastal highway, right at the turnoff she took to head inland to Grassroots Winery, where she was working part-timeâand it gave her an excuse to see Asher every morning.
Too bad she didnât like coffee.
But sacrifices had to be made for love.
And she did love him. Well, as much as you could love a guy you hadnât so much as gone on a date with.
Sheâd met Asher at an open-house event the winery had hosted as something of a relaunch of the brand, when Lindy, the owner, had officially gained full ownership after her divorce.
Heâd walked into the converted barn, where Clara was serving drinks, and it had been like a light shone down on him. Even in the crowd of people he stood out to her.
From there sheâd found out where he worked and developed a fake coffee habit. Which made her sound a little like a weirdo as things stood now, but would be a charming story to tell later if things worked out.
âHereâs your cappuccino, Clara.â Asher turned and passed the coffee across the counter. There was no lid on the white paper travel cup yet, which gave her a moment to admire the heart heâd traced into the foam. Okay, it was kind of a fern. But like...a heart-shaped fern. And either way it made her own heart skip a few beats.
âThank you,â she said, doing her best not to blush when she looked directly at him in all of his man-bunned glory.
He was lean and rangy, wearing a T-shirt for a band sheâd never heard of and would probably hate if she did. But she liked the look of the shirt, so she didnât really care about the band. Plus, it was nice to listen to him talk about music and how every popular song had the same three chords. Sure, afterward she got into her truck and put on the popular country music station, but he was passionate. She liked that.