Title: The Right Cowboy (Granite Junction Book 2)
Author: Megan Ryder
Genre: Small Town Western Contemporary
Release Date: October 21, 2021
Cover Designer: Bookin’ it Designs
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
A sheriff seeking the truth, and the bad girl who will make him question everything…
Find her long lost dad? Check
Have a hot affair? Check
Land in the cross hairs of the town police? Wait. What?
Abby Byrd is on a journey to reconcile her past. Venturing to Granite Junction, sheās searching for the father she hasnāt seen in twenty years. It was meant to be a quick stop. Meet him and move on. Then, her car broke down. Temporarily stuck in the tiny little berg, the silver lining comes in the form of a sexy sheriff who allows her to check sizzling fling with a handsome cowboy off her bucket list.
Nathan Holt is married to his job as sheriff, and thatās the only long-term commitment he intends to embark on. Especially after experiencing first-hand the devastation his own family suffered through after his fatherās death. Yet when a woman as fiery as she is beautiful comes to town, challenging him and firing his libido, he canāt help but be drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Unfortunately, as feelings begin to develop between the two, Abby becomes the target of malicious gossip and accusations. Will Nathan see past the faulty evidence and ludicrous claims against her? Or will his sense of duty and fear of commitment blind him to the truth?
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Abby has plans for the future and is a on a road trip which will take her to the new beginning she needs. She decides that the opportunity to see the father she hasnāt seen in two decades is an opportunity to be missed but she hadnāt counted on the sexy Sheriff.
Nathan is dedicated to his hometown and the law and being the Sheriff allows him to do both. There is no denying the attraction between he and Abby but between their very different visions of the future and a challenge they didnāt see coming they are in for a bumpy ride.
Abby and Nathan give each other what was missing in their lives as they find what they didnāt know they were looking for in each other.
Sitting on the top of the picnic table, her legs perched on the seat, was a woman, her red hair in a messy bun on her head, a tank top that gave him more than a tantalizing glimpse of tanned skin, and a pair of worn, painted-on jeans that left little to the imagination. The chick was smoking hot, and his dormant hormones stood up and noticed though, as the sheriff, ogling women was not in the handbook, except under things that triggered disciplinary procedures and dismissals. It would suck if he had to cite himself for violations. And he would do it. Those were the rules, after all.
Her eyes widened when she saw him and she slid from the table, walking toward him with a loose-limbed gait, her hips swaying a little as she moved. He steeled himself against his bodyās reaction and cursed small-town life where the sheriff had no privacy to date, find a one-night stand, or even a friends-with-benefits situation to blow off steam. To soothe the itch that was burning under his skin, the pulsing need that he could mostly ignore until someone like this woman showed up and reminded him of what he was missing. Well, her . . . and when he saw his friends finding love and fawning all over each other. It was enough to make him sick, or so he told himself, when he wasnāt jealous of them. But he knew everyone in town and in the county, and in the surrounding area. No one had flipped his switch in a long time. He had convinced himself that heād been destined to be alone, and that was for the best, especially for a sheriff.
āI expected a tow truck driver, not a cop. Iām feeling all kinds of special now.ā She glanced toward the tree line and hesitated. āDo you have cows up here?ā
Even her throaty voice arrowed straight to his cock, a complication he didnāt need right about now. Act professionally, Nathan. Heād never had to tell himself that before. Of course, most of the people he interacted with were either former classmates of his or friends of his motherās, none of which he needed, or wanted, to see naked.
He gave her a curt nod, regaining his professionalism. He flashed his badge. āIām Sheriff Holt. The tow truck is on its way. And I donāt think any of the ranchers have any cows up this way unless some of them got loose and I would have heard about that. Did you see something?ā
She glanced at the tree line again, her brow furrowing. āIām not sure what I saw. I thought it was a cow but not any kind of cow Iāve ever seen.ā
His attention flared to life. āDescribe it.ā
She arched her eyebrow at his demand but only gave him a sharp look before responding. āIt was shaggy, kind of like a buffalo but it didnāt look like pictures I saw in my history book. Small horns. Kind of a weird shape. I got a picture.ā
She handed him her phone and Nathan sighed. Of course heād just missed the rogue. Heād been chasing that damn beefalo around the county for a couple of months now. Buford even had his own section in the town paper for sightings. āThatās Buford. Heās a beefalo, a cross between a bison and cow. The result is a little bizarre and could look differently depending on how much of each side they got. Buford looks a lot like a bison with horns and shaggy fur but smaller features like a cow. He can be ornery so if you see him wandering around loose again, call the station.ā
She gave him a brief salute. āWill do, Sheriff.ā
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. āThanks. Name?ā
She smirked. āWow, back to business. And here I thought we had a moment over your beefalo. Whatever. Iām Abby and Iām just passing through. Had a little car trouble so I called 9-1-1.ā
He noted her omission of a last name. Interesting. āNo Triple A?ā
She laughed. āYou saw the state of my car, right? Do you think I can afford Triple A? Do you even have that out here?ā
Heād scanned the car to ensure there werenāt any weapons and it had appeared she was living out of her car so it was a fair statement. āI donāt make assumptions, maāam. I only deal in facts.ā
She stared at him for a long moment, then buried her fingers in her hair and shook out the bun, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. āHow do you walk with that stick up your ass?ā
Heat flooded his face and he frowned at the teasing tone. āMaāamā¦ā
She shook her head. āIām not that old, officer. Please donāt maāam me. Call me Abby.ā
āCare to share your last name?ā
For the first time, she looked uncomfortable and glanced away. āIād prefer not to say.ā
āAnd I prefer to be enjoying my breakfast but we canāt all have what we want.ā The words just came out before he could stop them.
She looked over, a smile crossing her face. āWell, you can make a joke. Gaines. Abby Gaines. And Iām headed to Granite Junction. For now. Like I said, Iām just passing through.ā
āWeāre not a big hub of commerce so if your car needs a part, it could take a while. Do you know what went wrong?ā
She frowned and glanced down the path towards the parking lot. āIt just stopped running, then smoke billowed out from the hood. I figured that was bad. I was lucky no one was around me and I could coast to this pull-off here.ā
āWe donāt get a lot of traffic this way. Youāre lucky you had cell service.ā His walkie talkie squawked and he listened for a moment. āSounds like your tow is here. Shall we go check it out, Miss Gaines?ā
She jerked at the name then nodded. Interesting reaction. Almost as if she didnāt recognize it. Interesting. She headed down the path, pausing next to him.
āThank you, Sheriff.ā A sly grin crossed her face. āIāll do my best to abide by your laws while Iām in your town.ā
Ever since Megan Ryder discovered Jude Deveraux and Judith McNaught while sneaking around the āforbiddenā romance section of the library one day after school, she has been voraciously devouring romance novels of all types. Now a romance author in her own right, Megan pens sexy contemporary novels all about family and hot lovinā with the boy next door. She lives in Connecticut, spending her days as a technical writer and her spare time divided between her addiction to knitting and reading.
