Cowboy Feverby Joanne Kennedy
She thought she had it all... until she found him
A modeling contract with Wrangler got this Miss Rodeo Wyoming a first-class ticket out of town, but somewhere along the way Jodi Brand lost her soul. When she returns to her hometown after six years back East, her childhood friend's rugged cowboy charm hits her like a ton of/p>/strong>
She thought she had it all... until she found him
A modeling contract with Wrangler got this Miss Rodeo Wyoming a first-class ticket out of town, but somewhere along the way Jodi Brand lost her soul. When she returns to her hometown after six years back East, her childhood friend's rugged cowboy charm hits her like a ton of bricks...
Teague Treadwell is convinced Jodi's success lifted her out of his reach, but he's spent the past six years working to shed his bad boy image. Now that Jodi is back in town, he's determined to prove himself worthy of the girl next door...but whoever heard of a beauty queen settling for a down and dirty cowboy?
Praise for Cowboy Fever:
"A delightful read full of heart and passion." -Jodi Thomas, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Somewhere Along the Way
"HOT, HOT, HOT...with more twists and turns than a buckin' bull at a world-class rodeo, lots of sizzlin' sex, and characters so real, you'll swear they live down the road!" -Carolyn Brown, bestselling author of Love Drunk Cowboy
"Joanne Kennedy has an uncanny way to bring characters to life with clever dialog, fun situations, and sexy cowboys all wrapped in one great story. Absolutely perfect!" -Fresh Fiction
"Kennedy is becoming one of my favorite authors to read... who doesn't love a bad boy trying to be good? 4.75 Stars, Reviewer Top Pick" - Night Owl Reviews
"Kennedy has penned a really awesome suspense that takes us into the heart of the modern day western. " - The Romance Studio
"A wonderful story of love, greed, and mystery that is mixed with humor that had me laughing out loud. " - Eva's Sanctuary
"Joanne Kennedy has an uncanny way to bring characters to life with clever dialog, fun situations, and sexy cowboys all wrapped in one great story. Absolutely perfect!" - Fresh Fiction
"A wonderfully gentle romance. " - Sugarbeat's Books
"If [Kennedy] keeps this up, she will soon be giving Linda Lael Miller a run for her money. A wonderful, heartwarming cowboy romance... strong, approachable, memorable characters. 5 Horseshoe rating!!!" - PonyTails Book Reviews
"A compelling love story between an independent woman and a heart-of-gold cowboy. Excellent!" - Dark Diva Reviews
"Hunky cowboy alert! " - Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell
"Joanne Kennedy is a master at her craft... the sparks and spurs fly! The pages will fly by with this heart-felt romance of two very likable characters with a touch of spark and sass. Don't miss this one!" - Minding Spot
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Keeping one hand on the wheel and both eyes on the highway, Jodi Brand rummaged in her purse and pulled out her trusty can of Aqua Net. She'd sworn off blue eye shadow and tossed her rodeo queen tiara without so much as a twinge of regret, but she needed a twelve-step program to kick her hairspray habit.
Aqua Net is to rodeo queens what duct tape is to handymen-a cure-all for everything from shellacking your hair into place to shining your boots. It repairs runs in pantyhose, fixes slipping zippers, kills bugs, and pastes your cowboy hat to your forehead so it'll stick at a gallop.
Popping the lid, she glanced down at the label, then back at the road. She could risk a collision by squeezing her eyes shut while she sprayed, or court blindness by spritzing her 'do with her eyes open. Simply letting her hair tousle in the breeze from the open window was out of the question, since she'd just passed the "Welcome to Wyoming" sign. The minute she crossed the border into her home state, her queen persona took over like a perky little demon returning to possess her, telling her to make sure her hair was perfect and ordering her to smile, smile, smile.
What she really needed was Rodeo Queen Rehab-a quiet residential facility where counselors would help her emerge from under the shadow of her rakishly tilted cowboy hat.
But rehab was for sissies-sissies and Easterners. Westerners like Jodi believed in personal responsibility, and while she might not want to dress up like a Wild West Dolly Parton anymore, she was proud to be Wyoming born and bred. So why wasn't she glad to see that "Welcome" sign?
She loved Wyoming. She really did. But coming home meant facing the high expectations of a hometown that had sent her East like an emissary to an alien planet. They'd expected her to bring civilization back to Purvis, or at least some new fashion and makeup ideas. The fact that she'd gone back to being plain old Jodi Brand was bound to be a disappointment.
She turned off the highway and headed for the center of town, a three-block stretch of old-fashioned storefronts and cracked sidewalks presided over by a single traffic light. Pulling into a space in front of the Rexall, she squared her shoulders, gave her hair a quick spritz, and stepped out of the truck. Her cowboy boots gave her courage, making her walk feel like a bona fide swagger as she strode through the drugstore's swinging door and stepped up to the counter like an outlaw bellying up to the bar.
"Jodi Brand." Darla Black widened her eyes and brought one hand to her ample chest in a theatrical gesture of horror. "My God, honey, what's wrong? You look terrible."
When Darla wasn't stationed behind the pharmacy counter, she starred in nearly every production at the Purvis Little Theater, and her combination of dramatic delivery and downtown scuttlebutt made her the queen of the coffee klatches. It was like having Gypsy RoseLee, Dolly Levi, and Auntie Mame all rolled into one convenient pharmacist.
"Why, I'm fine, Mrs. Black. Just dandy." Jodi cocked her head and widened her smile-or was she baring her teeth? She wasn't sure. "But thank you so much for asking."
Darla reached over the counter and placed a soothing hand on Jodi's arm. "You can tell me, honey. Is it one of those, you know, transmitted things?" She leaned over the counter and lowered her voice to a whisper. "It's not cancer, is it?"
"Cancer?" Jodi peered over the pharmacist's shoulder, scrutinizing herself in the security mirror. Behind her, six or eight customers peered over the shelves to watch the show, like prairie dogs poking up from their holes to scan the plains for ferrets. Their expressions ranged from shock to dismay to pity.
Dang. She didn't look that bad. In normal surroundings, she passed easily for pretty-but in her hometown, expectations ran high.
"So pale," Darla said. "And your hair-honey, you look just wrung out and hung to dry. What happened?"
"Nothing." Jodi straightened her shoulders. "I'm just not a rodeo queen anymore. I'm a certified equestrian therapist with a degree in special education."
"Well, it looks like all that hard work and studying has just worn you right out."
"I'm not worn out." Jodi swallowed her aggravation. Coming home was even harder than she'd expected. "I'm just not wearing makeup. I used to have to pretty up all the time. Eye shadow. Blush. Sparkle powder." Tossing her head, she felt her hair flare out and fall neatly back into place.
God bless Aqua Net.
"But now I've got more important things to do," she said. "I'm back to help my mom with the boutique, and I'm starting a therapy riding clinic."
Darla shook her head in wonder. "I never thought you'd come back. We figured once you'd seen the world, you'd be gone for good."
"But I promised. You remember my speech?"
"Who could forget?" said a deep voice behind her.
Jodi knew that voice. She stood motionless, enjoying the moment-the delicious anticipation of finally seeing Teague Treadwell again. She pictured the hard jaw softened by a five-o'clock shadow, the dark eyes glinting under a battered Stetson, the long, lanky line of him leaning casually against the counter like a dark, dangerous version of James Dean in a cowboy hat-cool and tough and drop-dead sexy. God, she'd missed cowboys-real cowboys-and Teague Treadwell was as real as they came.
She turned with a bright smile, then took a quick step back. The man behind her was Teague Treadwell-but he looked about as real as a New York model in a Boot Barn catalog. He stood like a cowboy, relaxed and lounging, resting one elbow on the high counter like he might rest it on the worn leather saddle of his trusty quarter horse, but his clothes were straight out of Lou Taubert's dress-up section. Clean, creased Wranglers broke tidily over what appeared to be Tony Lama boots, and his white shirt was pinned at the collar with a string tie that sported an expensive chunk of polished turquoise mounted in silver. He held his hat in his hand, a gray felt Stetson with a brand-new sheen unmarred by sun or rain, and his clean-shaven jaw was more GQ than Western Horseman.
And then there was the jacket. On any other man, she'd have appreciated the way it classed up the outfit and spanned his broad shoulders, but the cut of it hid at least half of a butt she'd been looking forward to seeing in full.
Meet the Author
Joanne Kennedy's debut book sold through over 8,000 copies in its first three months. Joanne has always worked in bookstores, is a member of RWA and Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, and won or placed in the Colorado Gold Writing and the Heart of the Rockies contests. Joanne lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Joanne Kennedy's lifelong fascination with Wyoming's unique blend of past and present inspires her to write contemporary Western romances with traditional ranch settings. In 2010 she was nominated for a RITA award for One Fine Cowboy. At various times, Joanne has dabbled in horse training, chicken farming, and bridezilla wrangling at a department store wedding registry. Her fascination with literature led to careers in bookselling and writing. She lives with two dogs and a retired fighter pilot in Cheyenne, Wyoming.
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