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I decided it would be fun to give a copy of Gone Country by the talented author Lorelei James.
Now, if you have had the pleasure as I have of reading Ms. James work, you will agree that she is one talented lady, that can put a kick in your step, with her hot cowboys and amazing strong heroines.
So with-out further ado, Here is the delicious chance to win a copy of Gone Country.
She’s a little bit country, and he’s…not.
Arizona businessman and long-lost McKay love child Gavin Daniels has been awarded sole custody of his teenage daughter Sierra for one year. In order to steer Sierra back on track after a brush with the law, he pulls up stakes and heads to Wyoming, looking for support from his ranching family…even if he isn’t sure where they fit in the McKay dynamic. He’s prepared for every contingency with the move: the less-than-enthusiastic response from his daughter, learning to run his corporation remotely, but he’s thrown for a loop when his new housemate, Rielle, is a whole lot sexier, funnier and sassier than he remembered.
Rielle Wetzler has finally overcome the stigma of having hippie parents and being a young single mother. In the two years since she sold her ailing B&B to Gavin Daniels, she’s become financially stable running the homespun businesses she loves. But now Gavin is in Sundance to claim the house that’s rightfully his. Although Rielle knew this day would come, she isn’t prepared to leave the home she built for herself and her now-grown daughter. And to further complicate matters, her long-dormant libido is definitely not ready to live with this newly buff Gavin—who isn’t a cowboy, but has the take-charge attitude to prove he’s all McKay.
Sharing a roof, their troubles and their triumphs is too much temptation, and before long, Gavin and Rielle are sharing a bed. But sharing their hearts and lives forever? That’s a whole ’nother ball of wax.
Warning: Contains a feisty, independent heroine who doesn’t need a man to take care of her needs outside the bedroom and a sweet, sexy and bossy hero who’s up to the challenge of proving her wrong.
“Sierra Daniels. Please stand.”
She stood. So did Gavin.
“Would you like to say anything before we discuss your case?”
Gavin glanced at the members of teen court and then at the magistrate. “Permission to speak on Sierra’s behalf, your honor?”
The magistrate’s hard gaze zoomed to him. “And you are?”
“Gavin Daniels, your honor. Sierra’s father.”
“Permission granted. What’s on your mind, Mr. Daniels?”
“I understand that a community service sentence is often handed down in a case like this. I agree that it would be a good lesson for my daughter. But I respectfully request you consider an alternative.”
Holy shit. Dismissive wasn’t a reaction Ben usually got, especially not in here. And that intrigued the hell out of him. Casually, he said to Murphy, “Introduce me to her.”
“And why is that, Mr. Daniels?”
“Because we will be moving out of state next week.” Gavin shot Sierra a harsh look when she opened her mouth.
“Next week?” the magistrate asked skeptically.
“Yes, your honor. The day of my daughter’s arrest last month I was meeting with Judge O’Connor and he granted me sole custody of Sierra at her mother’s request. Since I’m no longer legally bound to live in Arizona, we’ll be moving closer to family.”
A pause. “Where will that be?”
From the corner of his eye he saw Sierra gaping at him, but Gavin kept his attention on the magistrate.
“In light of this being your first offense, your guilty plea, and the security guard recovering the stolen item, I will dismiss the charge—provided you have no contact with the store and you have no subsequent incidents in the next six months. Then this infraction will be expunged from your juvenile record.”
The magistrate looked at Sierra. “And to be honest…your father forcing you to move to Wyoming is punishment enough.”
* * * *
“I hate you and I’m never ever ever going to forgive you for this! Why are you ruining my life?”
Choking silence filled the air.
“You done?” he asked coolly.
“Will you change your mind about making me move to Bumfuck, Wyoming?”
“Not on your life, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that!” She stomped off.
He listened to her footsteps fading on the tiled floor, counting out the seconds.
Wait for it… Wait for it…
Yep. There it was. God knows her tantrum wouldn’t be complete without a house-shaking door slam.
“I don’t like the gleam in your eye,” Murphy half-snarled.
Gavin loaded his lowball glass with ice, then filled it with Crown XR. He knocked back half the whiskey in one swallow.
Damn kid was driving him to drink—something even her psychotic mother hadn’t been able to do. Wasn’t the first time Sierra had professed her hatred for him—nor would it be the last.
His announcement in teen court today had come as quite a shock to her. But her arrest had been the last straw, especially after his ex-wife had called shoplifting “a teenage rite of passage” and excused Sierra’s bad behavior.
Problem was, bad behavior had been the norm for Sierra since the beginning of her freshman year. She broke curfew without explanation or apology. She lied about her plans. Her grades had slipped. She’d become surly and defiant with an air of entitlement—much like her mother.
Sharing joint custody with his ex-wife meant his attempts at keeping their daughter on the right path were largely ignored whenever Sierra stayed at Mommy Dearest’s house. So Gavin considered it a sign, an omen, hell, a blessing, when Ellen suddenly announced she was moving to Paris with her boyfriend du jour.
After years of custody battles, she signed over full custody of her only child for one year. Evidently Ellen didn’t want parental responsibilities spoiling a good time in gay Paree.
His self-centered ex hadn’t considered how her actions would affect Sierra. Once again he’d been left holding the bag, standing helplessly outside her bedroom door, listening to his daughter cry.
That’s when he’d known they both needed a drastic change.
He’d called Rielle, he’d called Charlie and Vi, and he’d called a moving van.
By this time next week they’d be living in Sundance.
If they didn’t kill each other on the eighteen-hour drive to Wyoming first.