ROPING THE
COWBOY CONTEST!
On October 15th,
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question in comments. Be sure to visit all nine, answer the question, and leave
your email address. Each of the nine Roping the Cowboy authors will choose one
participant's name from comments on their blog. We'll mix up those nine names
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Read the excerpt below and answer the question I've asked!!
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Here's my excerpt from Whiskey's Sweet Revenge:
No matter,
apparently her family dynamic, or lack thereof, meant nothing to this sour man.
She would bow out gracefully. He had enough on his hands at the moment.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat in the hopes of stopping his grumbling. "I was sent by Doc Chase, not that you would care, but I’m just going to leave. I think you have bigger problems here than my…how did you put it?...cute little ass and doctor bag?” She shifted to her left, ready to head out of the barn. “When you find your horse, call Doc’s office, and they’ll find someone else to come out.”
He stared. She turned to walk away.
“Wait.”He ran after her, grabbing an upper arm. “What do you mean when I find my
horse?”
“Exactly what I said, Mr. Jackson. Your horse was not in the stall. I’m Miranda Chase, Doc’s daughter, and while I’d love to go back to wherever the hell it is I came from, which by the way is Montana, where I have my own practice, I can’t. And, right now I have more important things to do than stand here while you call me names. Good day, sir.” She curtsied, like a smart ass, turned, and stepped away again.
Normally Miranda didn’t let men direct her or tell her what to do, yet when this man yelled, it stopped her in her tracks. When he’d grabbed her arm, she pretended not to have any reaction, but his hands had such a gentle roughness, she suddenly wanted them all over her body.
Now, hearing his stern voice, sexy, deep, and extremely Southern, she felt a quiver run straight to her core. Damn, she did not need another man distracting her. They all turned out to be no good. Maybe that’s why her daddy never acknowledged her as family? Maybe she was too much trouble for him, and he'd wished all along she had been a boy!
She turned toward the sexy voice of the tall, dark and dreamy cowboy, and for a second time, he walked right up into her personal space.
“I’m confused. We can talk about you and Doc and why you’re here later. Why isn’t my horse in his stall?”
“How the hell should I know?” Miranda shrugged. Did this guy have shit for brains? Total outer package, and yeah…she glanced lower…that part of the package appeared outstanding too, but nothing going on upstairs so far as she could tell.
“You were in my barn, what did you do to him? You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he latched onto her upper arm, dragging her back to the barn.
“Let me go, you lunatic. I didn’t do anything with your horse. I came to do his physical, just like I was scheduled, and since your horse isn’t here, I’m moving on to my next appointment.” Her struggle was pointless; he was too strong to pull away from. She glared at him, but apparently intimidation wasn’t her thing, he continued without being affected.
“Oh no, not until we get to the bottom of this.”
“You’re a damned arrogant ass. Why is this my problem?”
“How do I know you didn’t do something with him?”
“Oh my God! And what, may I ask, would I do with a 2000-pound animal, hide him in my cute little doctor bag?”
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat in the hopes of stopping his grumbling. "I was sent by Doc Chase, not that you would care, but I’m just going to leave. I think you have bigger problems here than my…how did you put it?...cute little ass and doctor bag?” She shifted to her left, ready to head out of the barn. “When you find your horse, call Doc’s office, and they’ll find someone else to come out.”
He stared. She turned to walk away.
“Wait.”He ran after her, grabbing an upper arm. “What do you mean when I find my
horse?”
“Exactly what I said, Mr. Jackson. Your horse was not in the stall. I’m Miranda Chase, Doc’s daughter, and while I’d love to go back to wherever the hell it is I came from, which by the way is Montana, where I have my own practice, I can’t. And, right now I have more important things to do than stand here while you call me names. Good day, sir.” She curtsied, like a smart ass, turned, and stepped away again.
Normally Miranda didn’t let men direct her or tell her what to do, yet when this man yelled, it stopped her in her tracks. When he’d grabbed her arm, she pretended not to have any reaction, but his hands had such a gentle roughness, she suddenly wanted them all over her body.
Now, hearing his stern voice, sexy, deep, and extremely Southern, she felt a quiver run straight to her core. Damn, she did not need another man distracting her. They all turned out to be no good. Maybe that’s why her daddy never acknowledged her as family? Maybe she was too much trouble for him, and he'd wished all along she had been a boy!
She turned toward the sexy voice of the tall, dark and dreamy cowboy, and for a second time, he walked right up into her personal space.
“I’m confused. We can talk about you and Doc and why you’re here later. Why isn’t my horse in his stall?”
“How the hell should I know?” Miranda shrugged. Did this guy have shit for brains? Total outer package, and yeah…she glanced lower…that part of the package appeared outstanding too, but nothing going on upstairs so far as she could tell.
“You were in my barn, what did you do to him? You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he latched onto her upper arm, dragging her back to the barn.
“Let me go, you lunatic. I didn’t do anything with your horse. I came to do his physical, just like I was scheduled, and since your horse isn’t here, I’m moving on to my next appointment.” Her struggle was pointless; he was too strong to pull away from. She glared at him, but apparently intimidation wasn’t her thing, he continued without being affected.
“Oh no, not until we get to the bottom of this.”
“You’re a damned arrogant ass. Why is this my problem?”
“How do I know you didn’t do something with him?”
“Oh my God! And what, may I ask, would I do with a 2000-pound animal, hide him in my cute little doctor bag?”
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My Question: How does this excerpt make you feel about Garrett?
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