For the Love of a Cowboy Tour Stop!

Paige Tyler didn’t want to be the preacher’s daughter anymore. She wanted the freedom to live her own life, do what she wanted and find the man of her dreams. What she didn’t expect to find was that man drunk off his ass and needing her assistance to handle three guys wanting to beat him up in a bar fight. Jacob Young’s life was a mess. Finding solace in a bottle of booze was the answer to his guilt-ridden conscious until an angel in leather pulls him up by his boot straps, brushes him off and convinces him life is worth living. Do opposites really attract? Can a cowboy with a wounded heart be the answer to her prayers? It’s all in For the Love of a Cowboy.

A couple of cowboys pushed one guy back. “You’re fuckin’ drunk again, Jacob. Why don’t you go home and sleep it off until next time.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

“You ain’t worth shit anymore, man.”

“Just play. I’ve got twenty bucks says I can beat your ass.”

“I ain’t takin’ your money. You couldn’t shoot pool right now if you tried.”

“Yes, I can.”

The man called Jacob got right up in the other guy’s face and spit. Oh shit.

“You did not just fuckin’ spit in my face, man.”

“Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”

The bigger man pulled back his fist and hit Jacob in the stomach, doubling him over with a groan. The smaller man flew across the bar floor, sliding on his butt until he hit the wall. Paige got to her feet, moving with the crowd toward the fight. If she had to get involved, she would. Even though the one called Jacob deserved to get his ass kicked, she wouldn’t allow the bigger man to beat the shit out of him especially if it got to be two against one. As he shook his head to clear it, two guys picked him up and the third punched him in the stomach.

Oh hell no.

“Paige?” the bartender pulled her back by the arm as she surged forward. “Leave them alone.”

“It’s three against one, Dan. I can’t have that.” She pushed through the crowd. “Hey, asswipe!”

The bigger guy turned around, squinting as he looked through the crowd. He was huge. His biceps bulged as he clamped his hand into a fist. Blond hair peeked out from beneath a straw cowboy hat. His blue eyes narrowed into slits. “Who said that?”

“Me, fucktard.”

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Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.

She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.

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