Her Perfect Cowboy

Her Perfect Cowboy
Trish Milburn

Her Dream Man Does Not Wear A Stetson! Forget cowboys! Ever since she was a girl, India Pike has had an image of the perfect man: sophisticated, refined, and with a preference for tailored suits. But after rodeo promoter Liam Parrish came to town, she can’t stop mooning over the gorgeous cowboy and single dad.Too bad Liam’s totally wrong for her…even if the town’s matchmaker already has India saying “I do.” Liam fell hard for a "frou-frou" woman once before–and the best thing to come from the experience was his daughter. So he's not about to be “matchmaked” with the same type of gal, one who likes frilly dresses instead of jeans and cowboy boots.But there's something about India that draws the Liam to her. Both India and Liam admit that opposites may attract, but happy-ever-after is not so guaranteed!

Her Dream Man Does Not Wear A Stetson!

Forget cowboys! Ever since she was a girl, India Pike has had an image of the perfect man: sophisticated, refined and with a preference for tailored suits. But after rodeo promoter Liam Parrish comes to town, she can’t stop mooning over the gorgeous cowboy and single dad. Too bad Liam’s totally wrong for her…even if the town’s matchmaker already has India saying “I do.”

Liam fell hard for a “froufrou” woman once before—and the best thing to come from the experience was his daughter. So he’s not about to be “matchmaked” with the same type of gal, one who likes frilly dresses instead of jeans and cowboy boots. But there’s something about India that draws draws her to Liam.

Both India and Liam admit that opposites may attract, but happy-ever-after is not so guaranteed!

Liam looked up at the sky. “The storm is moving fast. We better get to the truck.”

India wasn’t going to argue with that. Halfway back the first fat raindrops began to fall. She picked up her pace, but when she looked over her shoulder at the approaching storm she managed to twist her ankle and break the heel of one of her blue-and-white Mary Janes.

Liam was at her side almost quicker than she could steady herself on her other foot. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” She lifted her leg out to the side to check out the damage. “More than I can say for my poor shoe, though.”

“At least you didn’t break your ankle. It’s just a shoe.”

The rainfall upped its tempo a bit, and Liam let out a long sigh. Before she could ask what was wrong, her feet flew out from under her as Liam scooped her up in his arms and started walking toward his truck like some knight in shining armor.

Or cowboy in a tan Stetson.

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to Blue Falls, Texas, home to rolling hills full of vibrant wildflowers, that special small-town flavor and some smoking-hot cowboys. I loved writing about Blue Falls so much in my Teagues of Texas trilogy that I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. So we all get to return to that slice of the Texas Hill Country in three new stories, the Blue Falls, Texas trilogy. These stories center around three women who have been best friends since their days at Blue Falls High School. Now they’re all successful local businesswomen who, unbeknownst to them, have some hunky cowboy heroes in their futures.

Her Perfect Cowboy is the story of India Pike, who owns the local vintage-inspired clothing boutique, and Liam Parrish, a bronc rider and single dad who comes to town to organize the new series of benefit rodeos. I love opposites-attract romances, and that’s exactly what India and Liam find themselves navigating. After all, what could a classy boutique owner and a rough-around-the-edges cowboy possibly have in common? It turns out that it’s more than either of them would have guessed at their first meeting.

I hope you enjoy Her Perfect Cowboy and, in the months ahead, the stories of India’s two best friends, Skyler Harrington and Elissa Mason, and their own perfect-for-them cowboys.

Trish Milburn

Her Perfect Cowboy

Trish Milburn

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Trish Milburn writes contemporary romance for Harlequin American Romance, paranormal romance for Harlequin Nocturne and self-publishes some of her other titles. She’s a two-time Golden Heart award winner, a fan of walks in the woods and road trips, and is a big geek girl, including being a dedicated Whovian and Browncoat. She loves Doctor Who so much that she dressed up as the Tenth Doctor for Dragon*Con last year, complete with her very own sonic screwdriver, and plans to have an Eleventh Doctor costume for the con this year.

To Michelle Butler for introducing me to the Texas Hill Country, and to Mary Fechter for always being willing to hit the road to the Hill Country with me when I come visit.

Contents

Chapter One (#u37eb71f3-dc41-5709-8a8c-d95e656e4ac9)

Chapter Two (#u7171f15c-09f9-502b-a1ea-15972e25a512)

Chapter Three (#u7695a785-4799-5968-b7f8-5aee3fb55dce)

Chapter Four (#ucd1a17e4-f6da-57d0-a66a-75b1ee7253c6)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One

India Pike folded back the tissue paper at the top of the box and pulled out the floor-length dress, its red-and-white vertical stripes and the swirling piping on the bodice harkening back to the 1940s.

“That’s gorgeous.” Elissa Mason grasped the sides of the long skirt and spread it wide. “Makes me feel like I’ve been transported back in time.”

“Good, since that’s what I’m going for.” India waved her hand to indicate the racks of vintage-inspired clothing around them.

The front door of Yesterwear Boutique opened to reveal the final member of their trio, Skyler Harrington. “Sorry I’m late. We had a bit of an emergency at the inn this morning. Hot water heater decided it was time for a vacation.” Skyler probably hadn’t spent more than a couple of minutes outside, but the heat of the Texas sun had already caused her fair complexion to flush. That and her tendency to always be on the go, a bit like a redheaded tornado.

India glanced at the clock on the wall. “You’re not late.”

“Most people call this on time,” Elissa said.

Skyler ignored their familiar teasing and placed her leather-bound notebook on the glass-top counter that housed the boutique’s collection of faux vintage jewelry. “I jotted down some ideas for our next BlueBelles class.”

“I’m shocked, I tell you, shocked,” India said as she made her way to the round table in the corner. The carved daisies on the top of the table showed an attention to detail—one of the reasons Ryan Teague’s custom furniture was so in demand. She poured her friends cold glasses of lemonade.