Meet the Author:
An avid romance reader since junior high, USA Today bestselling author Heidi Betts knew very early on that she wanted to write these wonderful stories of love and adventure. It wasn’t until her freshman year of college, however, when she spent the entire night reading a romance novel instead of studying for finals, that she decided to take the road less traveled and follow her dream.
Soon after joining Romance Writers of America, Heidi’s writing began to garner attention, including placing in the esteemed Golden Heart competition three years in a row. The recipient of numerous awards and stellar reviews, Heidi’s books combine believable characters with compelling plotlines, and are consistently described as “delightful,” “sizzling,” and “wonderfully witty.”About the Book:
Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs…
Jilted bride Monica Blair can’t believe it when she wakes up next to a blue-eyed, smooth-talking cowboy in the middle of nowhere and with a ring on her finger. It had sounded like a great plan at the time. Get married, get revenge, and get her money back. So why is she cleaning out stables and trying to keep her hands off the hot cowboy helping her?
Ryder Nash would have bet his best Stetson that you’d never see him walk down the aisle. But when the city girl with pink-streaked hair and a frog tattoo hatches a plan to expose the conman who married his sister, no idea is too crazy. And even though Monica might be the worst rancher’s wife he’s ever seen, he can’t stop thinking about the wedding night they never had.
What was supposed to be a temporary marriage for revenge is starting to feel a little too real…
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Excerpt:
“This is the stable,” he said, still stroking the now-calm mare. “We have about a dozen horses here at any one time.
Some are mine, some are boarders, some are here for stud.”
Her brows arched at that. She didn’t know much about horses, but she knew what “for stud” meant. Before Ryder could spot the slight blush heating her cheeks, she turned away and pointed toward the doorway where Ryder had disappeared and then reappeared after her near-death by horse breath. “What’s in there?”
“That’s the tack room.” He opened the door and led her inside.
This room held no similarities to the one in the other barn where Ryder had found her hat and boots. Large where the other was small, this tack room was also neat, free of spider webs (and spiders, she hoped), and filled with saddles so clean, they shone. The smell of leather and saddle soap permeated the air. The dark colors of assorted saddles gleamed in the light from the one bulb in the center of the ceiling. All different styles of bridles and bits hung from hooks on the walls.
“Have you ever ridden?” he asked.
“No,” she answered, shaking her head for emphasis. She knew the difference between English and Western saddles, could tell a bit from a hoof pick, but all of that knowledge came secondhand from books and television, or the one western-wear photo shoot she’d done. She’d never been near a horse—except for Chynna back there—and didn’t care to alter that situation this late in her life. Having one of those creatures chewing on her hair had been traumatic enough.
Climbing on top of one was about as high on her wish list as napping on train tracks.
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