Catch Me A Cowboy
by Jacquie Underdown
Release Date: August 25th 2016
Genre: Contemporary Rural Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Catch Me A Cowboy . . .
This was a quick, easy, sweet, read that involved a hot cowboy, a farm, horses, women, city women, and a real estate broker that needed to let go of lots of things. Emily has her moments for me. Some were a bit more challenging than others. She needs a break and what she gets is a challenge. What would you do with out friends and family pushing you to do things? Emily finds out what she will do and then some. Wil finds that he would do things not conceived by his imagination.
I had fun with this one. Cowboy Love/Romance reality tv show style. First read from Jacquie and I enjoyed it. Looking for a change of pace and need a little reality sprinkled around pick up Catch Me a Cowboy.
**This eBook was provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.**
The biggest risks yield the greatest gains—especially in the game of love.
Emily Wolfe, real estate agent to the elite, is tired of being alone. So when she gets a chance to compete on a reality dating show she decides to risk it all for love in the biggest game of her life.
The city girl is surprised how much she enjoys switching her high heels for cowboy boots and pedicures for mud treatments—and not the kind you find at a day spa. And she’s falling hard for Wil Parker, the sexy, rugged farmer at the centre of the show.
Amidst the chaos, tantrums and editing tape, the heat and passion between Emily and Wil reaches boiling point. But can they survive the imminent explosion, let alone the fallout?
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Emily lined up in a long row on the grass, alongside the other contestants. They were styled and primped, hair, make-up, and nails done professionally. Glancing sidelong at the nineteen gorgeous women standing either side of her, she could attest that Cowboy was in for a treat. She had never seen so many delicious pouts, plump breasts and sculptured bodies in the one place.
Lined up, dressed in designer jeans, a white blouse tied at the belly and stilettos that kept sinking into the damp grass, Emily felt like a prized cow awaiting the discerning glare of the cowboy to determine if she lived to see another day or was sent to the slaughterhouse. Her stomach churned at the blatant objectification all around her. She wanted to roll her eyes, but the cameras were focusing on them.
What had she been thinking of by coming here? She was a successful woman and out-earned many of her contemporaries. She was independent and confident. Emily did not need to be wondering if some bloke she didn’t even know was going to approve of her. A man she already disliked because anyone who would sign up to make women feel like a choice cut of meat wasn’t worth much.
This was a really bad idea. Her head grew light and her breathing laboured. She could not be having a panic attack. Not now of all moments when there were cameras capturing her every twitch. She thought back to the notes the doctor had given her on the way out of the hospital and tried to recall one of the methods of coping. Slow breaths. She took a long, steady breath, in and out. Count backwards from ten as you breathe. Ten, nine …
This was ridiculous. Emily glanced at the other girls, making sure they weren’t noticing her internal breakdown. She’d bet the directors hadn’t contemplated one of the cattle contracting mad cow disease. Eight, seven, six, five … What would they do if she suddenly fainted over here? All when she was supposed to be fierce competition, not … not … this.
Four, three, two … Her dizziness was slowly subsiding and the realisation that this calming tool may actually be working further eased her state of mind. You have everything under control. You have made the right decision.
A loud whooping sound beat down from the sky. Distant moans from cows and goats could be heard. Emily, along with all the girls and camera lenses, looked up to see what it was.
A black chopper was winding its way towards them. She forgot about her breathing and her anxiety and watched with a gaping mouth as the helicopter rocketed across the sky. It was like something out of a James Bond movie, not a reality dating show.
Was Cowboy flying that thing? Perhaps her suppositions about farming and country living needed a modern readjustment. The chopper circled above then landed a hundred metres from where they were all standing. The slashing blades slowed and stopped altogether. Emily held her breath as the side door opened and a figure clad in jeans, a long-sleeved checked shirt, cowboy hat and boots, climbed out and jumped onto the grass.
With a relaxed, casual gait, he walked towards them, the cameras following his every move. Emily couldn’t turn her gaze from him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and when he looked at the girls as he passed, nodding and tipping his hat, she saw that his eyes were a brilliant blue. A healthy spattering of whiskers covered his chin and upper lip.
Oh yes, this got incredibly real, because Cowboy was abso-freakin’-lutely smoking hot.
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Jacquie resides in rural Victoria, Australia, with her husband and two sons. She holds a Bachelor of Business, studied post-grad Writing, Editing, and Publishing at The University of Queensland, and earned a Master of Letters from the University of Central Queensland.
Jacquie is an author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories and is published in the genres of contemporary, fantasy and magic-realism romance. She strives to offer romance, but with complexity; spirituality, without the religion. Her novels express a purpose and offer subtle messages about life, the spirit and, of course, love.