Runaway
Cowboy
Rodeo #3.5
By: T.J. Kline
Releasing February 3rd, 2015
Avon Impulse
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Blurb
”You had your chance, and you threw it away…“
Five years
ago, Jen woke up with a ring on her finger and her fiancé nowhere to be found.
She swore she’d gotten over the betrayal, but when Clay unexpectedly hires on
with the rodeo for a week, she finds herself torn between passion and regret.
Clay left
intending never to see Jen again. He’s been running from his troubled past for
far too long, and it’s not a life he wants for her. But it’s hard to run from
the past when the past is your own family, and Clay finds himself thrown back
into the chaos he thought he’d finally left behind.
Will the
truth drive Jen away, or is there a second chance at happily ever after for
this runaway cowboy?
My Review:
This short novella is about second chances. Clay loved Jen, but he left her behind after asking her to marry him. Five years later, he wants to tell her why he left, but she is hurt and angry. The story is cute and you can see both sides. They were so young and Clay handled his problems poorly and he should have talked to Jen about his family. I thought Jen's brothers were funny and even though he hurt their sister, they had no problems forgiving him. Such a guy thing. All in all, this is a nice little tale of love and forgiveness.
My Review:
This short novella is about second chances. Clay loved Jen, but he left her behind after asking her to marry him. Five years later, he wants to tell her why he left, but she is hurt and angry. The story is cute and you can see both sides. They were so young and Clay handled his problems poorly and he should have talked to Jen about his family. I thought Jen's brothers were funny and even though he hurt their sister, they had no problems forgiving him. Such a guy thing. All in all, this is a nice little tale of love and forgiveness.
Author Info
T. J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.
T. J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.
Excerpt #4
“I was hoping to
find you out here.”
Jennifer stared at
him, silently, not sure whether she wanted to move toward him or run away. It
didn’t really matter, since she couldn’t seem to get her feet moving anyway.
His eyes seemed to glow from within, but she didn’t want to name the emotion
she could easily read on his face. Her brain finally connected the synapses to
get her legs to react, and she took a step backward.
Where are you
going?
She didn’t know and
she didn’t care. Right now, all she wanted was to not be caught by the longing
in his eyes that warned her he was about to kiss her again.
“Jen, don’t. Don’t
run away from me.” She heard the pleading note in his voice, but instead of
feeling sympathetic, something in her snapped.
“I’m not the one
who runs, Clay. That’s you.”
She was grateful
for the horse tied in the aisle and ducked behind the mare, putting more
distance between them. She set the bucket on the ground and reached for a curry
comb, rubbing the animal down. “I don’t have anything to run from. You’re the
one with one woman waiting in the house for you while you chase me down in the
barn.” She hoped he could see the fury in her eyes, the pent-up anger at his
betrayal that was flooding her body.
He moved around the
back of the horse, as quick as a rattlesnake strike, and grabbed her hand, turning
her to face him. “I left because I had to. I wasn’t running.”
“Bullshit!”
She didn’t want to
hear his excuses or his lies. The venom that had been festering in her for the
last five years poured into her blood, seeping from the wound that had never healed
in her heart. She threw the comb into the bucket and shoved him away from her.
The movement did little to give her the space she needed to move away, and Clay
grasped her other wrist, holding her immobile. She thrashed against him, her
hands slipping away from his, fists pounding against his chest and shoulders
until he wound his fingers through hers, holding her hands trapped behind her.
Clay pulled her against the wall of his chest. Her breath came in short pants.
Tears she hadn’t realized were falling wet her lips as he held her hostage. She
gritted her teeth together, trying not to notice the heat emanating from his
body, scorching hers. Regret for the past replaced the anger; need made way for
a new kind of agony. She didn’t want to feel his thumbs loosen their hold and
begin tracing circles against her palms, which were still held behind her back.
She didn’t want to see the way his eyes had turned dark and hot, pained, and
tortured—the same way she felt inside.
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I reviewed this. It wasn't bad. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteIt was a nice little story.
DeleteIt was my pleasure, Lisa.
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