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Loved this book! It's a feel good romance, with a slow burn I wasn't expecting but truly enjoyed. It was amazing to see how their romance developed and Gray learning the reality about a relationship and what love really is. I hope to read more about this world and this great little city in the mountains.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\nSYNOPSIS<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n
From USA Today bestselling author Caitlin Crews comes A True Cowboy Christmas, the first in a sensational
\nseries debut about a cowboy, a farm girl, and the greatest gift of all. . .
\nGray Everett has a heart of gold but that doesn\u2019t mean he believes in the magic of Christmas. He\u2019s got plenty else
\nto worry about this holiday season, what with keeping his cattle ranch in the family and out of the hands of hungry
\nreal-estate investors looking to make a down-and-dirty deal. That, plus being a parent to his young and motherless
\ndaughter, equals a man who will not rest until he achieves his mission. Now, all Gray needs is the help of his
\nlifelong neighbor. . .who happens to have grown into a lovely, spirited woman.
\nFor Abby Douglas, the chance to join forces with Gray is nothing less than a Christmas miracle. Much as the down-
\nto-earth farmer\u2019s daughter has tried to deny it, Abby\u2019s been in love with stern, smoking-hot Gray her whole life. So
\nwhen Gray proposes a marriage of convenience as a way to combine land\u2014and work together toward a common
\ncause\u2014Abby can\u2019t refuse. But how can she convince Gray that sometimes life offers a man a second chance for a
\nreason. . .and that their growing trust and mutual passion may be leading to true and lasting love?<\/p>\nExcerpt<\/h2>\n
\u201cWhy would you try to tell me that chemistry
\ndoesn\u2019t matter? Of course it does.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not saying it doesn\u2019t matter. But sheer stubborn-
\nness matters more.\u201d He heard the intensity in his voice, but
\ndid nothing to temper it. \u201cIf people want to stay married,
\nthey do. If they want that marriage to be a good one, they
\nwork on it and make it that way. It\u2019s not rocket science.
\nIt doesn\u2019t require your online profiles. You don\u2019t need to
\nget matched on your smart phone. You make a commit-
\nment to someone, then you keep it. It\u2019s as simple and as
\nhard as that.\u201d
\nHe watched in fascination as her hands curled into fists
\nat her sides.
\n\u201cI appreciate that you have experience being married,
\nand that gives you a platform to make sweeping state-
\nments,\u201d she said, her voice low, as if she was fighting back
\nher own intensity. \u201cThat\u2019s great. But you\u2019re missing that
\nI\u2019m not interested in the state of marriage in a general
\nsense. I\u2019m telling you I am not going to marry someone I
\nhave no chemistry with. That has nothing to do with me
\nbeing stubborn, not stubborn, or insufficiently committed.
\nIt\u2019s actually all about the fact that I\u2019m not staggering
\naround in a grief-induced daze, proposing marriage to
\npeople I\u2019ve never looked at twice before in my whole life.\u201d
\nThat should have annoyed him, because he wasn\u2019t
\ndazed. Amos had been a mean, unhealthy old man. His
\ndeath hadn\u2019t been a real surprise. Gray wasn\u2019t sure he was
\ngrieving him so much as the father Amos had never been,
\nand he knew he wasn\u2019t crazy with it. But he couldn\u2019t seem
\nto lose his grin, especially when he moved closer to her.
\nBecause when he did, she lost that scowl. Her eyes went
\nwide, that cute flush brightened up her face again, and she
\nhad to tip her head back to look at him. Not as much as
\nsome of the other girls he\u2019d dated had, as she\u2019d pointed out.
\nGray liked that too. He didn\u2019t have to hunker over her.
\nShe was . . . right there.
\nHe had an urge and went with it. He reached over and
\ncurled his fingers around her ponytail, then pulled them
\ngently along the length of it.
\nAnd figured the chemistry question was answered by
\nthe way her breath went shuddery.
\nBut he didn\u2019t end it there.
\n\u201cIf I\u2019m following all this,\u201d he said, his drawl low. Thick.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t actually have any objections. You think we
\nmaybe ought to date first. You\u2019re worried we don\u2019t have
\nchemistry. But at the end of the day, you\u2019re not opposed to
\nthe idea.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s crazy. And I\u2019m worried that you\u2019re crazy, in a clin-
\nical sense.\u201d
\n\u201cIf you agree to marry me, I\u2019ll take you on a date or
\ntwo. If that\u2019s what you want.\u201d His hand was still tangled
\nin her hair, and he was close enough now that he could
\ncatch her scent. Gray breathed deep. She smelled like
\nrosemary. And something that reminded him of the pies
\nshe and her grandmother had brought over the day after
\nthe funeral, warm and good. Right. \u201cBut we can settle the
\nother question right here.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean . . . ?\u201d
\nGray didn\u2019t wait. He didn\u2019t answer her question, half
\nstammered out with her hazel eyes so wide they looked
\nlike summer gold.
\nHe used his free hand to cup her cheek, flushed and
\nsmooth beneath his palm. Then he bent\u2014only a little,
\nwhich struck him as unexpectedly hot\u2014to take her mouth
\nwith his.
\nHe felt her tremble. And there was something about the
\nway she melted into him as their lips touched, then brushed,
\nas if she was being pulled by some kind of magnetic force
\nhe was half certain he could feel himself.
\nGray had only meant to kiss her to make a point. The
\nway a gentleman might, not that he\u2019d ever met too many
\ngentlemen out here where the mountains and the land were
\nthe only things that mattered.
\nBut Abby\u2019s lips were soft and velvety beneath his. And
\nshe made a tiny sound in the back of her throat that he
\ncould feel like a flickering flame.
\nBefore he knew it, Gray was angling his head to one
\nside and licking his way into her mouth.
\nAs if he couldn\u2019t help himself.
\nAnd everything got hot. Bright. Impossible.
\nThis was Abby Douglas. Abby Douglas. There was
\nsomething deliciously wrong about it being Abby that
\nmade it hotter, wilder.
\nIt rolled in him and made a joke of him imagining he
\nwas in control of any of this. Of her.
\nOf this sudden storm of sensation that would have taken
\nhim off his feet, if that didn\u2019t mean he would have had to
\nlet go of her.
\nWhen the door slapped open, both of his hands were
\nsunk deep into her hair, and Abby was up on her toes,
\npressed against him, her arms wrapped around his back.
\nIt turned out Gray wasn\u2019t going to have to worry about
\neasing his way into some or other form of eventual chem-
\nistry with the woman he already knew would make him a
\ngood rancher\u2019s wife. He was going to have to worry about
\nwhat the hell to do with all this chemistry\u2014so much it was
\nlike a lightning storm and he kept getting hit\u2014with a
\nwoman he\u2019d never paid the slightest attention to until<\/p>\nABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/h2>\n
USA Today-bestselling, RITA-nominated, and critically-acclaimed author\u00a0Caitlin Crews\u00a0has written more than
\nseventy-five books, including\u00a0Frenemies,\u00a0Princess from the Past,\u00a0A Royal Without Rules, and\u00a0Undone by the Sultan's
\nTouch. She's won fans with her romance, Harlequin Presents, women's fiction, chick lit, and work-for-hire young
\nadult novels, many of which she writes as Megan Crane (including the dystopian Viking romance Edge series).
\nThese days her focus is on contemporary romance in all its forms, from small town heat to international glamour,
\ncowboys to bikers to military men and beyond. She's taught creative writing classes in places like UCLA Extension's
\nprestigious Writers' Program, gives assorted workshops on occasion, and attempts to make use of the MA and PhD
\nin English Literature she received from the University of York in York, England. She currently lives in the Pacific
\nNorthwest with a husband who draws comics and animation storyboards, and their menagerie of ridiculous
\nanimals.<\/p>\n\nBUY THE BOOK:<\/h2>\n
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