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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 (𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1) by Amber Kelly releases on July 9th. Check out this sneak peek!

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✔️Grumpy-Sunshine

✔️Workplace Romance

✔️Age Gap

✔️Brother’s Ex

✔️Small Town Romance

✔️Western

✔️Cowboy

✔️Rodeo

Excerpt:

“Busy night,” I say. “Where’s your help?”

I glance around, hoping to catch sight of Dr. Chastain’s lovely assistant.

“Don’t bother,” he says, “Ashley’s not here tonight.”

“Damn. She’s the only thing that makes our visits tolerable,” I say with a laugh and instantly regret it.

“That’s too bad, because she’s leaving us this fall,” he says.

That catches my attention. “Yeah?”

Ashley has been a part of Dr. Chastain’s team as long as I can remember, and she’s good at her job, helping to fix up busted cowboys.

“Her son is starting pre-school in the fall, and she wants to be home more.” He adjusts the brace he placed on the bridge of my nose, making sure everything’s set. “Can’t fault her for that.”

“No,” I agree. “Family comes first. But damn, we’ll miss her and her magic hands.”

He nods. “I’ve got a Physical Therapy applicant I’m considering—a doctoral student in Colorado, graduating next year. She worked as a certified medical assistant at a friend’s practice in Laramie while earning her undergrad. He was really impressed with her. She’ll actually be interning at a rodeo school near you this summer.”

“Yeah?” I say again, curiosity piqued. “Where at?”

“Wildhaven,” he confirms. “I’m looking forward to seeing how she performs there before I make a final decision.”

“Raintree-Storm Rodeo Academy?” I ask.

His brows lift slightly. “That’s the one.”

I grin, ignoring the pull in my face. “I’ll be working there this summer too.”

“Well, I’ll be,” he says. “Small world.”

“Yeah,” I say, leaning back carefully. “Wildhaven Storm Ranch—that’s my family’s place. My cousin Charli’s engaged to Bryce Raintree. Academy’s set up on our land.”

Bryce is currently on a two-year rodeo retirement tour before hanging up his hat for good, settling down, making Charli a housewife, planting babies in her, and running the academy full-time.

He lets out a low whistle. “That is a small world.”

“Who’s the student?” I ask. “I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

He glances at me as he finishes taping. “A Miss Asbury.”

I frown slightly. “Asbury…?”

He nods.

“Yep,” he says, “Jovie Ashbury.”

I bark out a laugh, then wince again because that was a mistake. “You’re kidding me.”

“What?” he asks, stepping back to assess his work.

“Little Jojo Asbury?” I shake my head, disbelief settling in.

“You know her?”

“Yeah,” I say, a grin tugging at my mouth despite the pain. “She was my little brother Cabe’s first love. Hell, I think he’s still hat over boots for her.”

He raises a brow. “Is that right?”

“Oh yeah,” I chuckle. “Kid followed her around like a love-sick puppy until she left for school. He’ll be fucking stoked to have her on the ranch for the summer.”

It’s been years since I’ve seen her. She and Cabe must have been twelve or thirteen when I graduated high school and started chasing my rodeo dreams. But I remember her—bright smile, blonde curls, stubborn streak, always stuck to Cabe’s side.

Funny how things circle back.

Blurb:

I ride bulls for a living—chasing buckles, eight seconds at a time. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. Tough. Disciplined. Built for the dirt and the danger. When I’m not on the road, I’m back home in Wildhaven, Wyoming, putting in work at the Raintree-Storm Rodeo Academy — training the next generation on my family’s land.

It’s a simple life. The way I like it.

Then Jovie Asbury walks into the arena and wrecks everything.

She’s not the kid I remember—the sweet, quiet girl who used to trail after my little brother, Cabe, with hearts in her eyes. No, she’s grown into something else entirely. Smart. Driven. Off-limits in every way that matters. She’s interning at the academy, working toward a career in sports medicine, determined to earn her place on the rodeo circuit.

And I can’t stop watching her or thinking about her. Can’t stop wanting her.

And that’s a big problem.

Because Cabe never stopped loving her.

And some lines, no matter how bad you want to cross them… you don’t.

Except the longer she’s here, the harder it gets to stay on my side of that line.

And I’m starting to realize that eight seconds on the back of a bull is nothing compared to trying to hold on to my self-control around Jovie Asbury.

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⚾️𝔼𝕏ℂ𝔼ℝℙ𝕋 ℝ𝔼𝕍𝔼𝔸𝕃 ⚾️

𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙖 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮 (𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 4) by USA Today bestselling author Ginger Scott releases on July 9th. Check out this sneak peek!

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⚾️ Grumpy x Sunshine

⚾️ Opposites Attract

⚾️ Cowboy/ Small Town

⚾️ Baseball Player

⚾️ Family Conflict

⚾️ PR x Player

⚾️ City Girl x Country Boy

Excerpt:

Hair the color of honey streams down her back in waves, and the fitted white blouse tucked into the snug black skirt that stops at her knees hugs her curves like glaze on a piece of pottery. I’ve seen her around the complex the last few days. Campbell Hines. I only know her name because I overheard her leaving a message for someone when she walked by the bullpen the other day. I think she’s the new marketing rep. She has that PR polish about her. And I can’t deny that she’s good for our image. Hell, with a body like that, she can make anything look good—even a Triple-A club squeezed between a dying ranch town and a college hub.

She’s pacing near the front offices, her phone pressed to her ear. She’s on that thing a lot. I drop my gaze as I close in on her, not wanting to appear like I’m ogling or anything. Even if I was.

“I hear what you’re saying, Skip, but what I’m telling you is I’ll get you a lead story. This place is so exciting right now. The club is on the brink of a killer season, and the talent coming through here . . .” Her lashes flit about a second before her green eyes meet mine. Her lip inches up on one side, the glossy red color taunting me like one of those apples in Snow White.

“Hi,” she mouths through her smile.

“Mornin’,” I say with a nod. I’m still dressed for ranch work, my boots dirty from the barn, and my forehead damp with sweat. My hair is mushed under my Stetson. I feel burlier than normal, like a bear trying to maneuver its way into an office. But I manage to hold open the glass door for the goddess, giving hell to whoever is on the other end of that phone call, and when she whispers, “thank you,” as she passes me, I swear I’m hit with a rush of morphine and citrus blossoms all at once.

“Got it, Skip. I’ll deliver. Thank you,” she says, ending her call where the hallway splits in two directions—left for players and right for the money folks.

“Thank you, by the way,” she says, spinning to face me before we part ways. My heart speeds up, and I realize as her hand juts toward me that my palms are suddenly sweating. I run my hand along my thigh and take her slender palm in mine. She gives me a tough shake, and it makes me smirk.

“What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t hold a door open for a beautiful woman?” I say, my eyes squinting with my smile. I think my fucking cheeks are actually hot. What the hell is happening?

She leans into me during our shake, then whispers, “You’d be a real asshole.”

I chuckle and nod as our grip releases.

“Well, I might be that already.” I figure I might as well lead with the shit she’ll figure out on her own soon enough.

“I’m Campbell,” she says.

I nod and smile.

“Yeah, I know your name. You stand out around here. The last marketing rep was, well, in his sixties. And let’s just say his jeans hung a little too low on his waist.”

Campbell scrunches up her face as she chuckles.

“Oh, no. That’s bad. Please tell me if my jeans are ever riding too low, would you?” she replies. She’s being clever, but my damn hot cheeks are making it hard for me to keep my manners in check.

“No, ma’am. I’m afraid if I see your jeans low, I’m going to like it,” I say.

Her smile falls, and fast. Then she takes a noticeable step backward. It’s not like I lied. I told her I was an asshole. My mom hates that sexist shit. Fuck, Jake. Think before speaking.

“I’m Jake, by the way. Mc—”

“I know who you are,” she says, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. My shoulders relax. Maybe I didn’t absolutely dig myself a grave with that jeans comment. Of course . . . I know why she knows who I am, and it’s not because of anything I did.

“Right. I guess I should get used to that this season. If he sticks around, that is.”  I stop short of rolling my eyes.

“Oh, I thought this was your dad’s final year. The way I understand it, he’s here to pass the torch and be the veteran player who spreads his wisdom. Between you and me, I bet they put him on staff to coach in Sweetwater. I’d say he’s here for the long haul. I mean, they’ll retire his jersey in Texas probably, because, well . . . he’s Roddy McKinney. And he’ll have to leave for that. But he’ll be back.”

“We’ll see,” I say, backing away while I’m ahead. Or at least before I go back under.

“What makes you so sure?” Her eyes narrow on me, and her mouth falls into this gentle curve as if she’s genuinely curious. I got used to folks around here knowing my story.

“Oh, I’d put it about the same way you did before. Because . . . well . . . he’s Roddy McKinney.” I shoot Campbell a half-smile before spinning on my boots and heading toward the clubhouse locker room to change and try my damnedest to be useful enough to keep around.

BLURB:

𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙋𝙍 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢. 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙟𝙖𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙧.

To make the splash I need, I have to sell the team’s most complicated story: hometown catcher Jake McKinney and his estranged, all-star father, Roddy. Only problem? Just because they’re teammates now doesn’t mean they’re talking.

I’ve dealt with difficult athletes before, but Jake is a special brand of prickly. He’s bullheaded, defensive, and completely hell-bent on ignoring me. But I have my own hyper-critical father to answer to, and failure isn’t an option. If Jake thinks he can freeze me out, he’s underestimated how stubborn I can be.

But when his walls finally crack, I don’t just see a player destined for greatness, I see a man determined to right his father’s wrongs. I see the shared scars we both try to hide. And when he kisses me, the carefully planned future I’ve spent years building suddenly starts to blur.

Falling for a player is a massive line to cross. Choosing my career means reopening wounds Jake has worked so hard to heal. But walking away means letting go of my lifelong dream and proving my father right.

Do I stay the course and protect my future, or risk it all for a love I never saw coming?

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