The Christmas Cowboy is officially in the hands of my wonderful proofreaders!
Finishing up at just more than 86,000 words, the plan is for this book to be available mid-October.
A contemporary western holiday romance, The Christmas Cowboy is the story of Tate Morgan and Kenzie Beckett.
Tate is a rodeo cowboy trying his best to make it to the finals and Kenzie is a corporate training for a direct sales company. They both spend a lot of time traveling and notice each other at the airport long before Tate finally works up the courage to talk to Kenzie.
Here is a little excerpt from their first encounter:
“This seat taken?”
Startled by the deep voice speaking close to her ear, Kenzie Beckett looked up into eyes the color of sapphires and momentarily lost the ability to speak.
Shaking her head, she moved her oversized shoulder bag from the chair in question to a space near her feet, sitting up straighter as a man stood looking down at her. Noticing the handsome cowboy at the airport many times before, she’d never been this close to him.
He smelled every bit as good as he looked.
“Mind if I sit down?” he asked, pointing to the empty chair beside her. A quick glimpse around showed passengers anxious to board their flights occupied all the other seats.
Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her hand as the cowboy folded himself into the seat, filling the space next to her with an alluring scent and something that felt almost electrified.
“I’m Kenzie,” she said, pleased when he took her hand and gave it a firm, yet gentle shake.
“Tate,” he said, flashing a white-toothed grin, displaying two dimples through the scruffy stubble on his face. “Tate Morgan.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan,” Kenzie said, smiling in return. She felt tongue-tied as she sat looking at Tate Morgan, rodeo star.
Although ranching and rodeos were no longer part of her life, she kept up with some of the details. The good-looking cowboy sitting next to her was one of the top saddle-bronc riders in the world. She knew he was from Washington State, but never connected him to the Tri-Cities area.
He must frequent the Pasco airport as often as she did with his rodeo travels. That was probably why she’d seen him there before and why he was waiting in the seat next to her to board the flight to Denver.
“Where are you traveling today?”
“Tennessee,” Tate replied, grateful he was late getting to the airport. The only seat left in the waiting area was the one next to the dark-haired beauty who caught his eye the last several times he flew out of town. “Call me Tate. All my friends do and I certainly hope we’ll be friends.”
Kenzie narrowed her gaze. She should have known he’d start flirting within seconds of sitting down. Give a man a pair of boots, a Stetson, and a pair of perfect-fitting Wranglers, and he’d take it as free license to flirt with anyone in a skirt.
“I don’t make it a habit of becoming friends with people I randomly meet at the airport,” Kenzie said, tearing her gaze away from Tate’s gorgeous blue eyes. Closing the fashion magazine she’d been mindlessly reading before he startled her, she stuffed it in her bag and checked her watch again.
“Really?” Tate asked, tipping back his Stetson and revealing a hint of light brown hair. “I figure once names are exchanged and handshakes are given, you’re a friend until proven otherwise.”
“Oh,” Kenzie said, heat filling her cheeks at his words. Although he spoke in a friendly tone with a smile, she still felt the rebuke.
What was it about this man that threw her off her game?