Every Friday I post a reading recommendation for the weekend. This week curl up with Mary M. Forbe’s Never Pick a Pretty Woman. Sophie Donnelly is looking for a home, a husband and children; Jake McCallum needs a wife to help with his ranch.
What would be a good food and beverage pairing for this book? Unfortunately, Sophie can’t cook, but I’m betting even she could handle these delicious choices. Shortrib Sandwiches courtesy of The Pioneer Woman, washed down with a strong cuppa coffee … Cowboy Coffee from Michael Smith at the Food Network.
And now, on to the delicious details of this weekend’s reading offering …
AUTHOR LINKS
Amazon.com: Never Pick a Pretty Woman
Mary M. Forbes’s Website: http://marymforbes.wordpress.com
EXCERPT
Sophie cupped her face in her hands, elbows digging into her upper legs and rocked. Her legs and arms trembled. Surely something would come to her. Then it did. She wanted to go back home. She wanted to see her mom. Her mom, her only real true friend, would have the right answers. Her mom would help her.
She sensed a presence beside her. Someone crouched nearby. Somebody brushed her arm with a hand. But she dared not look, so sure it would be Dennis. Dennis must never realize how much he hurt her. She couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Besides she might well start punching that smug know-it-all face.
“What can I do to help you?
Her head whipped around and her green eyes widened in shock. This wasn’t Dennis. This apparition appeared to be a cowboy in her dreams. His eyes were narrowed, sultry and dark with long black lashes to match his short dark hair. A cowboy hat was tilted back to reveal his incredible features. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise when he saw her face, then dropped to the ground. He swore. Perplexed, she wanted to ask him what that was about. Before she had the chance, she noticed he was dangling the straps of her sandals with one finger.
“Prince Charming?” Light banter slipped easily inside. Something familiar and calming.
“You want your shoes back little princess?”
He smiled. It took her a moment to compose herself. His smile was breathtaking and vaguely familiar. Had she met him somewhere? No, surely she would remember if she had.
AUTHOR BIO: MARY M. FORBES
Born and bred on western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan. Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream.
Dee Van Dyk 