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Title: Denim & Diamonds
Author: Lori Robinett
Genre: Romance / Women’s Fiction
Attorney Beth Jameson might know her way around the courtroom, but doesn’t know a cutting horse from a carousel horse. That doesn’t slow her down when her estranged father dies and leaves her his horse ranch just south of Kansas City. True to form, the gift comes with strings attached – she has to be successful in her first year, or she loses her inheritance. All of it.
Beau, the handsome ranch foreman, was her father’s right hand man, but she must convince him that she’s in it for the long haul – that she isn’t just some city girl that doesn’t respect her father’s legacy. She has to learn the business from the ground up, and must learn to trust others – not an easy thing for a woman who was abandoned by her father and then by her ex-fiancé. Beth can’t believe how quickly the ranch becomes home, and how hard she is willing to work to make it hers . . . and learns that everyone deserves a second chance at happiness.
Lori is a creative soul trapped in a paralegal's body. As a child, she wrote pages and pages in longhand. As a teenager, she pounded away on a typewriter. As a college student, she learned about criticism (death to English Comp!). As an adult, she found her hours filled with work and parenting. Then, she rediscovered the joy of escaping into a world of her own creation.
She lives in rural Missouri with her husband and daughter. A very spoiled Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature Beagle allow Lori and her husband to live in their house, and the outside is patrolled by BK (short for Barn Kitty) and Patches (a sweet tom cat stray that missed his calling as a lap cat).
Lori has been writing since she was a kid (Stephen King has been her hero since the librarian used to sneak her into the 18 & older section of the local library), but then life got in the way and her dream of writing the Great American Novel had to wait. After the death of her best friend at the age of 34 (cancer), Lori realized that today’s dreams can’t wait. Her husband bought her a laptop and encouraged her to start writing. She discovered National Novel Writing Month, an international writing competition that encourages writers to turn off the internal editor and write with abandon. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novella in 30 days. That first year, in a caffeine-fueled frenzy, Lori wrote Denim & Diamonds. Since 2004, Lori has won National Novel Writing Month eight times and served as a Municipal Liaison for the Fulton group of NaNo’ers. Her novels cover everything from romance to thrillers, but mystery is the thread that binds them all together. Her favorite authors are Colleen Donnelly, Paul Doiron, Lea Waite, James Patterson, Stuart Woods, Hugh Howey, HP Mallory and, well, the list goes on and on.
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DENIM & DIAMONDS by Lori Robinett
Headlights swept over her car and she looked in the rearview mirror as a vehicle pulled to the side of the road behind her. An overhead light popped on as someone got out, then blinked out as the door slammed shut. She sucked in a deep breath and let it whoosh out in a sigh.
Help. Thank goodness.
Wait. This could be good or bad. Good if he was the hero-type, bad if he was the ax murderer-type. The way her luck was running, it could go either way. Her fingers froze around the door handle as she scanned the inside of the sedan, looking for something she could use as a weapon.
Not a damned thing.
He rapped on her window, the sound loud in the confines of the car. He tugged, swinging the car door open. The metal creaked in protest and there in front of her, bathed in the harsh glare of the dome light was the man on the cover of the Maya Banks novel sitting on her nightstand.
Or a reasonable facsimile of him, anyway.
Dark blonde hair poked out from under his cowboy hat, framing a face tanned by sun instead of beds, and crystal clear blue eyes that seemed to look into your soul. And stubble. A dusting of very sexy stubble.
She gave herself a mental shake. Men are the enemy. Men are no good.
“Ma’am! Ma’am! Are you okay?” The cowboy shouted over a clap of thunder.
She nodded, taking in the angles of his face, and those eyes that she wanted to stare into. A sigh escaped her lips when she realized he was wearing a black cowboy hat and a leather duster. Perfect.
Perhaps her declared moratorium on men had been a bit hasty. She smiled and brushed a stray tendril of hair out of her face.
“Hi.” So much for a great first impression.
“Hi, yourself. You okay?” His voice was deep and warm, a nice contrast to the cold, blowing rain. Twin frown lines creased his tanned forehead beneath the hat. She didn’t know cowboys were still around, rescuing damsels in distress. A wry laugh escaped as she thought of herself as a damsel in distress.
If he only knew . . .