Straight From The Heart
Cord Tanner has a very simple plan: get paid to be Beatrix Northroupe's husband for a month so the prim, but very sexy, Englishwoman can gain rightful ownership of her family's stud farm. Money in hand, he's going to get as far away from Revolt, Kansas, as a fast horse can take him.
But Cord soon finds that he admires his Trixie's reckless courage--not to mention she's one great kisser. Maybe he's crazy to hope for a real future with her instead of heading for the hills, but now that someone's staking a dangerous claim to her farm, Cord's decided to stick around as long as the lady needs protecting. That wedding ring he put on her finger means her reputation is safe--and he's determined to win her heart. Cord Tanner may not be the most refined man on the frontier, but he sure is the lovingest...
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Posted January 15, 2011 by klm , TennesseeFirst book I have read by Janette Kenny. Looking forward to reading others.
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Posted December 27, 2010 by Peterson , NebraskaSo good that I finished it in one afternoon!
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Excerpt from One Real Cowboy by Janette Kenny
Cord Tanner crossed the dust-choked street, the jingle bobs on his spurs clanging louder than a dinner bell inside his head. Waking up dead broke and sicker than a bull on green pasture had put him in a real sour mood. Until he figured out how deep a well he'd dug for himself, it wasn't apt to sweeten none.
He hefted the saddle he was packing, gripped his rifle, and stepped into J. A. Zachary's law office with a passel of regrets riding his shoulders. The four folks in the room gawked at him.
A glassy-eyed gentleman garbed in a black suit and gloves stood by the door and greeted Cord with a stiff nod. A matronly lady dressed in black sat on a settee by the front window. Cord spied a fringe of frizzy hair the color of carrots peeking out from under her black pot hat. He nodded to her.
The matron turned up her nose, as if she got a whiff of fresh shit on him. So much for being neighborly.
James Zachary presided over the room from behind his desk and didn't appear any happier to see Cord either. After giving him a long, hard look, he snorted and pushed to his feet.
"Let me know when you're ready, Miss Northroupe," Zachary said to the other lady, who perched on one of the armless chairs angled before his desk. "I'll be in the next room."
"Thank you." Her British accent surprised Cord.
As Zachary left, Cord shifted the saddle's dead weight, which was wearing on his sore shoulder, and eyed Miss Northroupe. So this was the lady boss his old friend Ott had roped him into helping. He'd seen her before. But where?
In that faded mourning dress and ugly black bonnet topped with a godawful black feather, she reminded him of a little prairie chicken guarding her nest, feathers fluffed, chest puffed out, and head up. But a shadow of fear lurked in her wide eyes and he knew she was putting on a brave front.
Miss Northroupe had good reason to be skittish. Some cowpokes didn't cotton much to working for a woman, especially a young one like she appeared to be.
Cord didn't care one way or the other. A boss was a boss. He'd worked for good ones and more than his share of bad.
He inclined his head Miss Northroupe's way. "Name's Tanner. Ott Oakes said you had a job for me."
"Indeed, I do." Miss Northroupe favored him with a shaky smile. "I trust Mr. Oakes explained the details to you and stressed the position in question is a temporary one?"
She had him there. Truth be told, Cord recalled Ott saying his boss lady needed Cord's help. Other than Ott mentioning a herd of horses, the rest of last night was a blur. Cord didn't even remember agreeing to do the job, though Ott swore he had.