Stealing a Cowboys Heart: Montana Hearts, #1

By Amelia Rose and Myla Ryder

Jenna, an experienced dressage coach, has had more than her share of romantic upsets with cowboys. The last thing that she needs is another disappointing man. When she meets Clint McNair, the new hand over at Brooks Ranch, she's not looking to steal him away from her friend's matchmaker plans for her niece. After all, he's only twenty-five. How could he be a good fit for her?
Jenna dismisses her ongoing fantasies about the young rodeo bull rider as being nothing more than lust, until an unexpected and terrifying close-call at the rodeo forces her to reassess the young cowboy. Jenna Hayes is about to discover that just when you stop looking for love, it comes to rope you in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gold Crown Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386879510

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Stealing a Cowboys Heart

Myla Ryder & Amelia Rose

Contents

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Copyright

Chapter 1

Jenna peeled away at the label of her beer bottle, determined to get it off in one go. She had been nursing that one twelve ounce bottle of generic beer for so long that it had gone warm, tasting even more bland than when she brought it over to Amy’s house a couple of hours before.

Jenna! Amy yelled, breaking her concentration.

Jenna’s green eyes flashed up to those of the other ladies around the campfire, all of whom were way past their first drinks, and seemed to be laughing at her expense. Jenna threw one of her trademark eye rolls around the campfire.

What!?

Babe, you’ve been focusing so hard on getting that label pulled off, you’d think there was a million dollar jackpot for it, or somethin’! Amy said with a warm chuckle. Here we are, sharing our stories, and I swear you ain’t heard a word!

Jenna shrugged and placed the bottle down at her feet, offering a guilty half-smile up to her friends.

I’m sorry, girls! I’ve just got a lot on my mind, lately!

Amy, Molly and Chrissy were busy women. Just carving out one night every couple of weeks — to share their news, their hopes, and their fears— was getting harder and harder to do. Jenna Hayes was the only single lady amongst them, the only one who hadn’t yet gotten hitched, hadn’t had a baby, hadn’t settled down. Jenna knew that she was lucky to have them as friends, but when Molly tied the knot and then had her first beautiful child, she was alone in her spinsterhood. The girls blamed it on her having gone to college on the East Coast, rather than over in Bozeman at Montana State University, like they had.

I think you just need a man, Jenna. Why haven’t you worked something out with that silver fox Mike Brooks? Molly asked, looking amongst the other women as though they were cohorts in some great scheme.

You know, we already covered this, ladies. Mike and I are not a good fit. We already kind of tried dating more than a year ago, remember? Jenna said, weariness tingeing her voice.

"But, why not!? Molly argued, pouting, He’s gorgeous, he’s well off with that ranch tourism thing he’s got going. You are the only woman in the county who can get that girl of his to behave! It just seems wrong that you wouldn’t try to make it work. Are you sure you aren’t being too stubborn?"

Okay. First off, Cara-Lee only listens to me when she feels like it. That doesn’t mean I should marry her father. Second off, we both agreed that it was like dating a sibling. It felt weird. You just have to believe me when I say that it’s just not meant to be.

All three of the other ladies looked crestfallen. Jenna tucked some of her loose, toffee-colored hair behind an ear and let out a sigh. She no longer felt like she had much in common with them. Despite her unfailing attendance at girl’s night rom-com movies, potluck suppers and fire pit chat fests, she felt like a third-wheel.

I’m starting to think that I should just stop trying to find someone. I have the worst record with men, and I just don’t have time to bother with the hassle, anyway.

Yeah, yeah, Jenna. We’ve heard enough of your Ivy League complaints about the men around here, Chrissy slurred, her margarita sloshing onto the dirt. But, you can’t deny that your life would be better with a man’s arms holding you at night. Nobody’s perfect, certainly not the guys around here. Don’t give up on them, okay, honey?

It’s true, sweetie. You’re a beautiful, vibrant woman! You have so much going for you, Amy said, shaking her head. If you give up on men now, you’ll be sorry when you are 62 years old with no grandkids coming and no man snoring beside you in bed.

Jenna let out a laugh and smiled at her ladies. "You have got to be kidding me! Maybe I’d be sorry about not having any grandbabies, but come on — I won’t be sorry about missing out on someone chain sawing next to me at night!’

Jenna watched her three friends share a knowing look. Again, she felt like an outsider, as though they all had some sort of married woman psychic connection.

"Honey, you will be sorry," Chrissy said with as grave a delivery as a drunken woman could manage.

Jenna picked up the warm beer bottle at her feet and tossed it back in one gulp. She needed to break the awkwardness and forcing a drink of cheap beer was the only thing that