The Trouble with Cowboysby Denise Hunter
Only one pair of bootsùand the cowboy wearing themùcan get Annie out of the mess sheÆs in.
Annie Wilkerson is Moose CreekÆs premiere horse trainer and equine columnist for Montana Living. Money is tight as she tries to put her kid-sister through college and provide for her young nephew. When AnnieÆs column is/p>/strong>
Only one pair of bootsùand the cowboy wearing themùcan get Annie out of the mess sheÆs in.
Annie Wilkerson is Moose CreekÆs premiere horse trainer and equine columnist for Montana Living. Money is tight as she tries to put her kid-sister through college and provide for her young nephew. When AnnieÆs column is cancelled, sheÆs given first shot at a new lovelorn columnùand she canÆt afford to turn it down. Only problem is . . . AnnieÆs never been in love.
Always resourceful, she reluctantly strikes a deal with the townÆs smooth-talking ladiesÆ man Dylan Taylor: SheÆll work with his ailing horse, Braveheart, if heÆll help her answer the reader letters.
Working closely with Dylan is harder than Annie imagined, and she quickly realizes she may have misjudged him. But her unwavering conviction that cowboys are nothing but trouble has kept her heart safe for years. And she canÆt risk getting hurt now.
The more Annie tries to control things, the more they fall apart. Her feelings are spinning out of control, and her sisterÆs antics are making life increasingly more difficult. Annie knows she needs to turn the reins over to God, but surrender has never come easily.
When Dylan reveals his feelings for her, Annie doesnÆt know what to trustùher head or her heart. The trouble with this cowboy is that he might just be exactly what she needs.
ô. . . a story filled with romantic tension . . . HunterÆs well-developed characters and plot twists make for a delightful and inspirational journey.ö ùPublishers Weekly
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The Trouble with CowboysA Big Sky Romance
By Denise Hunter
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Chapter OneDear Pushover,
Horse temperaments differ by breed and personality. A stallion requires a firmer hand. Don't be afraid to let him know who's boss.
Annie Wilkerson was sitting in the Chuckwagon, minding her own business, when he mosied in. He was with a crowd, of course. He always traveled in a pack—him and his handful of ardent admirers.
Annie opened the menu, propped it on the table, and slouched behind it. The Silver Spurs belted out some country-and-western tune her sister probably knew by heart. The clamor in the crowded restaurant seemed to have increased twice over since Dylan and company walked in. But maybe that was her imagination.
The chair across from her screeched against the plank floor. Finally. John was already ten minutes late. She lowered her menu, smiling anyway.
An instant later the smile tumbled from her lips.
Dylan Taylor plopped his hat down and sprawled in the chair like he owned the table, the restaurant, and half of Park County besides. His impertinent grin slanted sideways, calling his dimple into action—a fact of which he was no doubt aware.
"Annie Wilkerson. Why's the prettiest filly in Moose Creek sitting all by her lonesome on a Saturday night?" Dylan's Texas drawl had followed him north, sticking with him like a stray dog.
Ignoring the heavy thumps of her heart, Annie tilted her head and deadpanned, "Well, Dylan, I was just sitting here waiting with bated breath for you to come rescue me."
He put his hand to his heart, his blue eyes twinkling. "Aw, Annie, don't tease me like that. It smarts."
She scowled at him and settled back in her chair, propping the menu between them. "What do you want, Dylan?"
"Maybe just the pleasure of your company."
"Maybe you should find another table." He tsk-tsked. "So cruel. You wound me with your hurtful words."
If Dylan had a heart, she was sure it was unwoundable. Made of something springy and elastic that sent oncoming darts bouncing off. Typical cowboy.
She skimmed the menu, unseeing. "That seat's taken."
"Your sister joining you?"
Like she couldn't possibly have a date? "What's that supposed to mean?"
His hands went up in surrender. "I was hoping to join you."
"I have a date."
His head tipped back slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah ... who's the lucky guy?"
"What do you want, Dylan?"
He tilted the chair onto its back legs, and she found herself wishing it would fall. But that kind of thing never happened to men like Dylan.
"I have a proposition," he said, his eyes roaming her face.
Her cheeks grew warm and she hated that. Cursed Irish blood and fair skin. She swore he said things like that on purpose. She focused on the menu. On the photo of barbecue ribs that were actually better than they looked.
"Now, come on, give me a chance to explain. It's business—not that I'd have any problem picking up socially where we left off last time ..."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "There was no last time."
"Whatever you say, sugar."
She gritted her teeth and slumped until she could no longer see him over the menu.
"In all seriousness," he said, his voice dropping the teasing tone, "I got a horse that needs help. Wondered if you'd drop by next week and take a look at him."
Oh no. She wasn't stepping foot on Dylan's property again. Not after last time. "I'm busy next week."
"It's my best horse—Braveheart. He's got moon blindness."
"I'm not a vet—have Merle look him over."
There was something in his voice she couldn't define and didn't care to try.
"He thinks I ought to put him down."
Annie lowered her menu. Dylan's dimple was long gone. "Is he blind?"
"Not completely. But he will be. Started bumping into things in the spring, and by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late. He's not himself now. Spooks easy, won't let anyone near, not even me."
His eyes pulled her in. She'd never seen him without that cocksure grin, much less with that sober look in his eyes.
She looked away, toward the dance floor where her best friend, Shay, was dancing with her husband. They moved like two pieces of the same puzzle. She wondered how long it would take that cowboy to erase the pretty smile from her friend's face. In her experience, it wouldn't be long.
She pulled her eyes from the couple. "There's a trainer over in Sweet Grass County, Roy Flint. He's supposed to be really good. I'll get his number for you."
"I don't want him. I want the best. I read your column; you know what you're doing."
Brenda Peterson appeared tableside, flashing a bright smile. "You two ready to order?"
"We're not together."
"Large Coke, please."
They spoke simultaneously, and Annie glared at Dylan as Brenda walked away with her menu—never mind that she hadn't ordered yet.
Dylan propped his elbows on the table. "I can't put Braveheart down, but he needs a lot of work, and I don't have the time or expertise."
Annie leaned back, putting space between her and those puppy dog eyes. She was a sucker for a horse in distress, but if she was at Dylan's place for days on end, she'd be the one in distress. Besides, getting him to pay up last time had been like collecting pollen from the wind.
"You're right," Annie said. "It is going to take a lot of time—time I don't have right now."
He leaned in, trained those laser-precision eyes right on her. Heaven have mercy, it was easy to see why he made women lose their wits. What was God thinking, combining all those rugged good looks with cowboy charm and tossing in dimples for good measure?
"I want you," he said.
The double meaning—intended or not—was a needed reminder. She pulled the napkin from the table and spread it across her lap. "Roy can help him, I'm sure of it. I'll get his number for you Monday."
Someone nearby cleared his throat. John Oakley had somehow arrived unnoticed, thanks to Dylan's annoying habit of usurping her every thought.
"Hello, Annie." John bent and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Hi, John." Annie couldn't tear her eyes from Dylan, whose left brow had shot up.
"Oakley." Dylan nodded, coming slowly to his feet. He towered over John, who looked out of place at the Chuckwagon in his banker clothes.
"Dylan. Thanks for keeping my date company." His flat smile and flaring nostrils said otherwise.
"Anytime, Oakley, anytime." Dylan's gaze held hers for a beat too long, the corners of his lips twitching in a way she was sure annoyed John. "Annie, talk to you Monday." He pointed at her, winking. "And don't think I've given up."
Warmth flooded her face as John sank into the chair and jabbed his glasses into place with his index finger. She watched Dylan amble away and told herself the feeling spreading through her limbs was relief.
Chapter TwoDear Spooked,
Horses often spook when the rider is fearful. You will both feel more confident if you have a safe place to go when things go awry.
Annie knew something was amiss the minute she entered the Mocha Moose the next week. For starters, it was too quiet—there were only a few patrons. Even the music whispering from hidden speakers was all wrong. A soft classical tune, not a blaring rendition of "Ladies Love Country Boys."
She looked behind the bar where the owner, Tina Lewis, was stacking fresh cups beside the coffee carafes. Her short brown hair swung forward.
She gave Annie a chagrined look. "Hey, Annie."
Annie proceeded with caution toward her afternoon caffeine fix. "I thought Sierra was working tonight."
Tina glanced away and caught her lip between her teeth.
Brown eyes met hers. "She didn't tell you. I'm sorry, Annie. I kept her as long as I could, but she didn't show up again last Friday, and Monday she brought Ryder with her—some trouble with the sitter. Now don't get me wrong, he's a little darlin', but ... well, he's a four-year-old boy ..." She finished with a wince.
Annie's stomach dropped to her dusty cowboy boots. "It's okay. I understand."
"I hated to do it in this economy, honey, and I tried to warn her, but it didn't help. I mean, your sister's a hard worker, and she was super for business—when she was here. "
Cowboys had lined up for their coffees on Sierra's shift.
"And she took some great photos for me ..." Tina gestured at her new board menu with the close-ups of their most popular drinks. "She's just got a lot on her plate with college and a little boy."
She filled a to-go cup with French roast and passed it across the granite counter with a lid. "On the house today."
Annie protested but gave up when Tina insisted. They made small talk for a few minutes while Annie sipped her coffee. Tina peppered her with questions about her new Arabian mare.
"We got our issues of Montana Living today." She gestured toward the stand of magazines. "I always read your column first. It's your fault I went out and bought a horse for Rachel, you know."
Annie's grandfather, a veterinarian, had started "Ask Avery" in the biweekly magazine. When he'd passed, they'd offered the column to Annie, changing the focus to horse training. It made her proud to carry on his legacy. Maybe the magazine was free, but it was offered in every store in Montana and read by residents and tourists alike.
"You won't regret buying the horse. If you have more questions, just give me a buzz."
Annie left the shop with a fresh cup of coffee and a massive headache. What will we do without Sierra's income, God? And why didn't she tell me she lost her job two days ago? What am I gonna do with that girl, Lord?
She thought of Dylan's request for help and wondered if she'd been too hasty in turning him down. No point crying over that spilt milk. She'd already given him the other trainer's number.
Annie turned toward her house rather than going to check on Mr. O'Neil's new gelding as she'd planned.
Outside her car window the sun shone brightly, casting shadows across the rocky peaks of the Gallatin Range, where snow still clung for dear life. Though spring hadn't reached the higher elevations, it had wakened the valley, greening the grass and birthing colorful wildflowers alongside the rippling creeks. The sight lifted her spirits.
When she pulled into the drive, she spotted Sierra's rusty Buick by the barn. Pepper grazed in his pen, his long nose following her truck up the drive. She wanted to saddle up and head for the hills, let the cool spring wind whip her hair from her face, chase the worry from her mind.
Instead she exited her truck and took the porch steps two at a time. Inside, the TV blared a cartoon. Ryder sprang from his spot on the floor. "Aunt Annie! You're home!" He smothered her legs in an exuberant hug.
"Hey, buddy." She ruffled his soft, dark hair and fought the urge to pinch his chubby cheeks—an action he hated—when he gazed up at her with adoration.
"Where's your mommy?"
The blender roared to life in the next room.
After Annie removed her boots, Ryder tugged her hand. "Watch Batman with me." He pleaded with his wide green eyes.
"Not right now. Aunt Annie isn't finished for the day."
Ryder plopped onto a pillow, the sulk fading from his baby face as he became reabsorbed in the cartoon.
In the kitchen her sister shut off the blender, lifted the lid, and dipped her finger into the jar.
"I just stopped by the Mocha Moose."
Sierra turned, wide-eyed. The dab of chocolate something on her finger fell to the linoleum floor.
"You're home early." Sierra grabbed a paper towel and wiped up the drip.
"Why didn't you tell me you got fired?"
Her little sister swiped her long auburn curls from her face with the back of her hand. "I tried."
"You've been gone a lot ..."
"I know, I know. I just ... I knew you'd be upset."
Annie wondered where Sierra had been the last two nights while Ryder had been with Martha Barnes. No doubt at the Chuckwagon, chatting up every cowboy within a five-mile radius, while the sitter tab ran up.
She sank into a chair at the kitchen table and ran her hands over her face. Deep breaths. Help me out here, Lord. I don't want to lose it, but she just doesn't get it.
Sierra perched on the chair across from her. Her small frame and delicate features had always made Annie feel protective. She was young, only twenty after all, and she'd hardly had a chance to be a kid.
"I'm really sorry." Sierra looked at the table.
"I know you are. It's just—" Annie sighed. She'd already said it a million times. After Sierra lost her jobs at Pappy's Market and Food 'n Fuel. She didn't have the energy for another recital of the Responsibility Speech.
"You're passing your classes, aren't you?"
Sierra lifted her chin. "Of course."
If Annie could just keep her sister going the right direction for one more semester, they'd be home free. Or so she told herself.
"Maybe I can apply at the bank? Or the clinic?"
"You need weekend hours. And I know for a fact the bank isn't hiring."
"That's right. How goes it with you and John anyway? What is it, two dates now?" Sierra shrugged, a crooked grin tugging her lips. "Not that I'm changing the subject or anything."
"John's fine." Annie didn't want to talk about John or the fact that his first kiss had been about as sizzling as a damp firecracker.
"You could do better, sis."
"He's very responsible, and he has a stable job."
Annie didn't know why she bothered. Sierra was just like their mother had been, falling for every cowboy who passed by, every sweet line thrown her way. It was the reason for Annie's promise—one that seemed more impossible to keep by the day.
Her cell phone pealed, and Annie glanced at it. The magazine. She left the table and walked toward the patio door, glad for the interruption.
"Hi, Midge. How's life in Bozeman?"
"Looking good, like summer almost. I'm so ready."
Beyond the patio door the sky spread like a blue blanket over Paradise Valley.
"Me too. The sun feels great today. Hey, my compliments on the new edition. I loved the article on upcoming rodeos."
"Yes, that seems to be a popular one."
"I turned in my next column last night. Did you get it?"
"Yes ... yes, I did."
"Is there a problem?" The readers' questions had centered on a horse that wouldn't take a bit and another that disliked shots.
"It was fine. It's just—I'm afraid there have been some changes at the mag. We're doing a little restructuring."
"Restructuring?" Oh, please, Lord, not my column. Not now.
"I'm sorry, but I was instructed to tell you that 'Ask Avery' is being cut."
"I'm sure you've noticed we're only getting a trickle of questions these days. My boss doesn't think the column is relevant anymore."
A chair squawked across the floor, and then Sierra was beside her, frowning.
"Half the state owns horses, Midge. How can you say it isn't relevant?"
"Back in the day we got dozens of queries a month. Even when you first took over, we received a lot. But now ... seems everyone's finding their own answers online with Google and Wikipedia and such. It's a self-serve culture. I'm sorry, I realize it must feel like the end of an era, what with your grandfather starting the column."
"It is hard to hear." She'd felt as if she were keeping a little piece of him alive. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Sierra was supposed to graduate with her journalism degree and take the reins, shifting the column to a topic that better suited her. Or that had been Annie's plan.
On top of that, there was the matter of money. First Sierra's job, now her part-time income. What was next? Her own business?
"I do have an offer for you, Annie. You're a wonderful writer and you have great judgment and a big heart. The higher-ups recognize that—I made sure of it—and we want to offer you first chance at a new column."
"What kind of column?"
"Well, my boss was talking to a friend who writes for a regional magazine in Wyoming. They started a column last year, and it's taken off like wildfire. He wants to do something similar at Montana Living, and he was on the cusp of asking the Wyoming columnist to write it, but I convinced him to give you a try. I think you'd do a wonderful job, if you're interested."
"I am. Tell me about it." Maybe it was a full-length column on horse training.
"We want to start a lovelorn column."
Sierra's brows shot up.
"I know it's completely different from what you're used to, but writing advice columns is more about voice and common sense, and you have both in abundance. The submission process is the same, and so is the pay. We'd call it 'Ask Annie.' There would be a three-month probation, since this is a new venture, but I have no doubt you'll pass with flying colors. And if all goes well, there'll be a raise down the line."
"Advice to the lovelorn." Annie was the last person on earth qualified to write such a column.
Sierra was smiling, nodding until her auburn curls bounced.
"As I said, it's been extremely popular in Wyoming. Specific relationship help is hard to find online, and women love reading about relationship issues. You have a way of being direct without being rude, and most importantly, you're decisive. The best advice columnists are black-and-white. I think your style would be a nice fit."
Annie had an idea that grew roots in two seconds flat. It was brilliant. "Maybe you'd consider a different direction, Midge. My sister, Sierra, is nearly finished with journalism school—I've mentioned her before. Would you consider letting her give the column a try?"
Sierra shook her head.
Annie continued anyway. "I could send you some samples of her work. She's a terrific writer."
"I'm sorry, Annie. I'm sure she is, but I barely convinced my boss to give you a try."
"I see." Annie still hoped Midge might hire Sierra once she had her degree. She hadn't worked so hard for nothing.
"Are you not interested?"
It wasn't as if she could afford to turn it down. Besides, with the redheaded bobblehead next to her, all momentum was pointing toward yes.
"Yes, of course. I'll do it. Thanks for the opportunity, Midge." A niggle of worry flared in her stomach.
"Super! I'll let my boss know, and I'll send the first batch of questions as soon as I get them."
"Terrific. I appreciate the opportunity."
Sierra was clapping silently, her eyes twinkling like Ryder's on Christmas morning as Annie closed her phone.
"This is going to be so fun!"
"A real riot."
"Oh, stop it. I'll help you."
Annie didn't point out that Sierra had been in love a grand total of one time, or that her Prince Charming had left her high and dry with a baby.
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Denise Hunter is the internationally published bestselling author of more than 20 books, including Dancing with Fireflies and The Convenient Groom. She has won The Holt Medallion Award, The Reader's Choice Award, The Foreword Book of the Year Award, and is a RITA finalist. When Denise isn't orchestrating love lives on the written page, she enjoys traveling with her family, drinking green tea, and playing drums. Denise makes her home in Indiana where she and her husband are raising three boys. You can learn more about Denise through her website DeniseHunterBooks.com or by visiting her FaceBook page at facebook.com/authordenisehunter
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Set in Montana, The Trouble with Cowboys is the third book in a series (A Big Sky Romance). I had read and really enjoyed the first two books so I was really looking forward to this book. Denise Hunter did not disappoint! The characters have interesting back stories and complications in their lives that keep them from trusting each other and also keep them from acknowledging the fact that they are falling in love. There is also a very interesting side story about Annie's sister, Sierra. I found myself so frustrated with Sierra! But I suppose that is another sign of a good story from a good author...the ability to make me frustrated with these fictional characters. I highly recommend this book. I have not read all of Denise Hunter's novels, however, I can say that every story of hers that I have read, I have enjoyed.
This is the first book I have ever read by Denise Hunter and I can tell you it won’t be the last. This is a fun read with two of my favorite things, cowboys and romance. I totally fell in love with the story. The characters were all well developed and it has a great story line that drew me in. I loved the chemistry and dialogue between Dylan and Annie. This is the first book in the Big Sky Romance series that I have read. It is a stand alone book. I did not feel as if they were any gaps in the story as I often do when reading a series book out of order. I give this book 5 stars. I can’t wait to read the other books in this series.
Annie Wilkerson is head of her household but she is single, she hovers over her sister Sierra and her nephew Ryder like a mother hen. Yes she is always pecking at Sierra for not taking responsibility for herself and her five year old son Ryder. Sierra only has one more semester of college and Annie is determined that her sister finish college and get her degree. As things stand now Sierra can't seem to keep a job so it is on Annie's shoulders to support her sister and nephew. Annie worries that Sierra is too much like their mother chasing after cowboys. In her opinion the trouble with cowboys is they are not responsible or faithful and she wants nothing to do with them. Her father was one of those cowboys and he walked out on them when they were little. Annie is a very well sought after horse trainer specializing in abused horses or horses with some kind of disability. Against her better judgement she took on a job of working with a horse that was going blind and the horse was having a difficult time adjusting to the loss of sight. The only problem is she can't stand Dylan Taylor the owner of the horse, Dylan is the apedemy of the cowboys she tries so hard to avoid. He is handsome smooth flirtatious and no doubt a Casanova. But they might be able to work something out. Since her grandfather passed away she has taken over as a column writer for a small newspaper he was writing for about horse. Now the newspaper wants her to switch her subject to the love-forlorn. She would no longer be writing about horses plus she knows nothing about the love-forlorn but Dylan most definitely does. So they have agreed he would help her with her column and she would take on the training of his horse Braveheart. But has she misjudged Dylan? Was seeing him like the character Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. He seemed to be caring and had some pretty good advice. He was also very keen and sympathetic to her moods when she would have a falling out with her sister over something which was more often than not. The problem of judging people and there situation is a common mistake we all make at one time or another. This book was a great of example of the verse Luke 6:37-38 which the author quotes several times throughout the book. Luke 6:37 37 "Judge not, and you shall not be judged: condemn not, and you shall not be condemned: forgive, and you shall be forgiven: 38Give, and it shall be given to you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that you mete with it shall be measured to you again. " The author stated she wrote the book thinking of her son as he was attending college and the trials and tribulations thereof. Even though all of the major characters attended church, read the bible and prayed to God, they failed to let go and let God. I found the book real to life, inspiring and romantic. Leaving me with feeling happy and content with the ending not just this book but the series. I highly recommend this book. Disclosure I received a free copy of this book from Thomas Nelson Publishing/Litfuse Group for review. I was in no way compensated for this review. It is my own opinion.
I received a copy of THE TROUBLE WITH COWBOYS by Denise Hunter from Thomas Nelson via BookSneeze. It’s the third novel in the Big Sky Romance series. Now, I am a sucker for good books. I’ll tell everyone I know that they have got to read it, then I rave about it on websites. However, I don’t always give five stars. This book deserves five stars – no, maybe six stars. Looking back at it, I can’t find a single thing to criticize, and that’s saying a lot coming from me. I started reading this on my lunch and almost forgot to go back to work. As soon as I got home, I finished it. From the first time Dylan Taylor spoke, I fell in love with him, madly and deeply. He knew exactly what to say at just the right moments. Even if they weren’t said to me, my heart still fluttered. Oh, I wish he were real! He’s now one of my favorite male heroes. (I may not have crushes on movie stars, but I do have crushes on characters in novels) Back to the story: his favorite horse has gone blind so he asks Annie to help him retrain the horse. Annie’s twenty-four, my age, so it was easy for me to insert myself into her character, even if we aren’t alike in other ways. Annie thinks Dylan is a player, so she tries to avoid him, but she asks for his help when she has to write a lovelorn column. Their mutual affection grows in a beautiful, smile-provoking way. I loved the Christian theme that was carried through the novel. It added the perfect amount of morals and grounding for the characters, while not being preachy. Denise Hunter (one of my new favorite authors) also shows what happens when you don’t stick to those morals. For example, Dylan had premarital sex with his last serious girlfriend, but he was ready to marry her. He didn’t, when he discovered the baby wasn’t his and she would rather marry the father, but it made him seem more human. This isn’t a typical romance novel. It blew me away. I recommend it to teens and adults, horse lovers, ranch lovers, romance lovers…actually, to anyone looking for a fast, enjoyable read.
Denise Hunter is my new favorite Christian Writer. As I was reading, I felt as though I was there. I highly recommend this book. It was hard to put down, and I was sad when I read the last page. I'll definitely read over, and purchase this book for gifts to give friends.
Wonderful book with a great storyline. The characters are well developed and their struggles and realizations can teach the reader too. Denise Hunter is one of my favorite authors so I wasn't surprised the book was great!
I love this book so much!!!:)
I really enjoyed this book! I have read all three books in the series and think it’s the best one yet! What I liked: Annie and Dylan where likeable from the start and watching these two write a love column was quite funny given they really had no real experience to base answers off of. Annie also came across very real to me. She was dealing with a lot and was trying to hold her family together but the more she tried the more it seemed to fall apart. Dylan came across being a bad boy but as you get to know him you find he as a lot more depth. The tension between Annie and Dylan kept the pages turning at a fast rate! What I did not like: I wish we could read the story between Annie’s sister and Dylan’s brother. That side storyline could have been a whole book on its own. It fit well enough into the main storyline but at the end I felt a little disappointed not to have know them a little better. Over all I loved this book. Yes it will come across as a typical romance novel to a lot of people but I love storylines like this and it was well written and unique enough to stand out to me. I highly recommend this book!
Denis Hunter just released a book called The trouble with Cowboys, which is her final book in the Big Sky Romance series. This is cute a Christian romance without going overboard Dylan Taylor is charmer and tries to gain the approval of Annie Wilkerson with his smooth talk. Annie wants nothing to do with him, especially since he is a cowboy.His horse Braveheart is slowly going blind and he needs the help of Annie. Annie is one of the best horse trainers around. Dylan sees an opportunity to win over Annie. Annie is a writer and needs help with a love column. She agrees to help Dylan with Braveheart if in return, Dylan helps her with the love column, something she knows nothing about.. Do the two get together or is this a recipe for disaster? Did I mention Annie has a boyfriend? This story is bound to get a little messy.. If you want a quick read, check this book out! Thank you booksneeze for this book. The review is my own and honest oponion.
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Annie Wilkerson is Moose Creek’s premiere horse trainer and equine columnist for Montana Living. Money is tight as she tries to put her kid-sister through college and provide for her young nephew. When Annie’s column is cancelled, she’s given first shot at a new lovelorn column—and she can’t afford to turn it down. Only problem is . . . Annie’s never been in love. Always resourceful, she reluctantly strikes a deal with the town’s smooth-talking ladies’ man Dylan Taylor: She’ll work with his ailing horse, Braveheart, if he’ll help her answer the reader letters. Working closely with Dylan is harder than Annie imagined, and she quickly realizes she may have misjudged him. But her unwavering conviction that cowboys are nothing but trouble has kept her heart safe for years. And she can’t risk getting hurt now. The more Annie tries to control things, the more they fall apart. Her feelings are spinning out of control, and her sister’s antics are making life increasingly more difficult. Annie knows she needs to turn the reins over to God, but surrender has never come easily. When Dylan reveals his feelings for her, Annie doesn’t know what to trust—her head or her heart. The trouble with this cowboy is that he might just be exactly what she needs. As a big fan of the Big Sky Series, this third installment was no disappointment. Denise Hunter can spin a delightful tale that can make you laugh and cry and think about your own motivations. Like Annie, we often prejudge and put up walls built on our preconceived notions and risk the chance of missing out on blessings in our own lives. Denise took us through Annie’s controlling personality to finally being able to lower her defenses and allow God to be in control…and in a dashing, charming, and romantic cowboy and you’ve got the perfect ending to this series!