Grumpy Cowboy, an all new steam and
laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from New
York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is available now!
ATTENTION: If you have been a victim of false advertising, you may be entitled to compensation. If you were ever hired to take care of a fourteen-year-old boy’s knee injury on a luxury ranch in the Middle of Nowhere, Utah, but that fourteen-year-old boy ended up being a tall, rough-and-tumble, muscular, one-hundred-percent all-man cowboy by the name of Rhett Jameson, you may have been put at risk for falling in love. Please seek counsel immediately.
Dear Counselor,
It was supposed to be simple favor for my very important boss, Frank Kaminsky of the Salt Lake Slammers professional basketball team—go to his good friend Tex Jameson’s luxury ranch and provide personal medical care for his recently injured teenage son.
I thought it’d be a working vacation of sorts—a chance for my city-girl self to experience something I would never otherwise do—but everything is upside down, and absolutely nothing is as I thought it would be.
For one, this patient is not a teenage boy.
He’s a real-life, blue-eyed, tough-as-nails, thirtysomething cowboy who is so darn strong he looks like he could lift a car just for the heck of it.
He’s also stubborn, rude, and we don’t get along…at all.
Add in the heart-melting vision of him as a single father to the cutest little girl on the planet, and I’ve found myself in a whole different dimension of trouble.
Lust. Feelings. A whole lot of enemies-to-lovers-style complication.
Please
help me. My name is Dr. Leah Levee, I am a victim of false advertising, and if
I’m not careful, this Grumpy Cowboy might just be the death of me.
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Excerpt
Leah
Gently, I rap my knuckles against the
wood, and moments later, an adorable little blond-haired girl comes running
down the hall and right toward me.
She pushes the screen door open with
one of her cowgirl boots and steps out until she can keep it open with just her
hip. With pigtails and dimples and big blue eyes, she just might be the cutest
kid I’ve ever see in my life.
Is
this Rhett Jameson’s little sister?
“Who are you?” she asks, ignoring any
sort of greeting and getting straight to the point.
I grin. “My name is Leah. What’s your
name?”
“Joey,” she answers, her small hands
moving with her words. “Well, Josephine, but everyone calls me Joey.”
“That’s a very pretty name.”
“And you’re a very pretty lady,” she
says, and her eyes move up and down my body, taking in my hair and my face and
my dress and my shoes. “Maybe the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen. Are you in
movies?”
“No, I’m not in movies,” I answer on a
soft laugh. “But you know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever
seen in my whole life.”
She giggles, and then her eyes get
big. “Wait…oh my goodness! Are you here to teach me how to braid my hair?” Her
button nose crinkles up in the most adorable way. “My granny told me she’d
teach me how to do it, but I think she can’t remember, and is that why you’re
here? Because you know how to do it?” she asks, and her short legs bounce up
and down ever so slightly.
“Uh…” I pause, completely entranced by
this sweet little human, but also utterly confused. “Actually, sweetie, I’m not
here to teach you how to braid your hair. I’m here—”
“Aw, shucks.” She swishes one fist
from her right hip to her left hip, and her tiny mouth points down at the
corners.
Immediately, I feel like the worst
human being alive, and it takes everything inside me not to step inside the
house and ask her to get me a hairbrush.
But I rein in the emotion and offer up
something I hope will soften her disappointment.
“How about this? Since I’m going to be
here for the summer, I’ll make sure someday very
soon, I teach you how to braid your hair.”
“Yeah?” Her big blue eyes light up
like the sun. “Ya promise?”
“I promise.”
Truthfully, I’m just assuming this
young girl lives here on this ranch, but I have no idea.
I don’t know if she’s Tex’s daughter
or someone else’s daughter. I don’t really know much of anything. Haven’t known
much of anything since I told Frank Kaminsky I’d take this job.
But so far, feeling out of the loop
appears to be par for the course.
The girl steps out of the house on her
tiny cowgirl boots and wraps her arms around my waist. “I’m so excited, Leah!”
I’m shocked at first by her instant
affection, but it doesn’t take long before I’m putty in her teeny hands.
“Me too, Joey.” A tickled laugh
emerges from my lungs, and I pat her head tenderly.
Eventually, she steps back and puts
one hand to her hip. “So, if you’s supposed to be here all summer but it’s not
just for my hair, why are you here?”
“I was just about to ask the same
thing, Joey.” A deep, raspy voice fills my ears, and that’s when I realize
someone else has joined our conversation at the door.
My eyes move up, up, up past Joey and land on a pair of
perfectly worn-in jeans, over a shirtless and firm set of abs and an even
firmer chest, and they don’t stop until they meet aqua-blue eyes that are
pointed directly at me.
Holy
shit.
This rugged, fine-as-hell
specimen standing right behind Joey isn’t just any man; he’s the manliest man
I’ve ever laid eyes on. His body is stretched tight with the kinds of firm
muscles that do not come from protein
shakes and a gym membership to LA Fitness. No.
These are real muscles, made from
hard, sweaty work on a big-ass ranch like this.
If you typed the words “hot cowboy”
into Google, I’m pretty sure this guy would be the number one search result.
And he looks so damn strong, so
physically capable of anything, I honestly think he could lift a car just for
the fun of it.
With brownish-red hair that looks
almost gold in the sunlight, a sharp jaw that’s peppered with some scruff, and
full lips that are set in a firm line, I can’t help but wonder who is this guy?
Rhett
Jameson’s…older brother? His uncle?
Some
kind of familial male figure?
He clears his throat, and that’s when
I realize just how long I’ve been standing here staring at this slightly
irritated, but also handsome-looking, cowboy like a moron.
Uh…hello?
Earth to Leah? Now would be a really great time to remember how to speak…
My Review:
5 STARS
Rhett and Leah’s story is written in first person from
multiple POV. In addition to Rhett and
Leah, the reader will get a few chapters from the perspective of Rhett’s
father, Tex.
I love the grumpy hero thing. And Rhett is the perfect grumpy hero, Leah
comes into his life without his permission, and without her having all the
facts. I love their banter, but I love
Leah’s stubbornness and her backbone even more.
She takes what Rhett throws at her and ups the ante. (There is a scene that involves bull sperm
collection that was very, very funny.) Leah is smart, confident, and loving. I adore the relationship she forms with
Rhett’s daughter, Joey. There is so much
to love! And that kid is 5 going on 30-
so sassy. I just loved her. Rhett is such a good dad. I really enjoyed getting to know him and what
makes him such a gruff cowboy at times. I loved that he had his mom and dad and
his ranch family to support him and Joey.
I really appreciated his straight talk and take no-crap attitude.
The story packs a lot of heat, though many might consider it
a bit of a slow burn. There are several
funny moments. It is not as funny as
some other books by this author duo, but it is certainly one of the most
romantic. There are some seriously
romantic scenes in this book. Fireworks
on a blanket, dancing in the moonlight, and a swoon-worthy grand gesture were
all there to melt my heart into a puddle of goo. The bonus epilogue is especially
heart-warming, and we get a glimpse of Jake Holley, Garrett, and Lauren from
the other single dad books. I enjoyed
the ranch setting and the aspect of the city girl getting her first ranch
experience immensely. Rhett is a real
cowboy on a working modern ranch, and it was fun and interesting to read about
that lifestyle. Honestly, it makes me
ant to be on a ranch a bit. If you like
grumpy heroes, cowboys, strong heroines and an extra-cute kid, do not miss this
one. You will love it.
About Max
Monroe
A
duo of romance authors team up under the New
York Times and USA Today
Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.
Max
Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more
than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time
friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so
often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two
writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most
favorite adventure thus far.
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