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Cowboy Just in Time by LoRee Peery




Cowboy Just in Time, Hearts Across Time #1
Blurb: When event planner Amanda Totten falls through a barn trapdoor and finds herself in the arms of an 1890ā€™s cowboy, she scrambles to find a way back to the future. She has a life and obligationsā€”her fledgling business and her motherā€™s financial needs. But the less stressful lifestyle, and her deepening love for Gavin Medley, is calling to her heart and she is torn between past and future.

Has God given her a chance at love?

Gavin Medley has been working for years to regain his family homestead. As ranch foreman, he has nothing but a dream of a place and family of his own. But his love for Amanda is making him think that having his own ranch isnā€™t as important as having someone to love for the rest of his life.

Amanda returns to the future, and Gavin is shattered. He tries to go forward in time, but fails. Believing it's Godā€™s will, Gavin resigns himself to living without the love of his life.

But love transcends time, and Amanda and Gavin need each other. Can Amanda return to her cowboy?

Extract:
Donā€™t tell God how big the storm isā€¦
Gavin finished the statement. ā€œTell the storm how big your God is.ā€ The phrase erupted from his past at the same time he jumped and whirled.
Where had the woman come from? He crouched behind her.
She groaned. ā€œWhaā€¦what did you say?ā€
He took her by the shoulders and rolled her from side to back. ā€œLie still for a bit. You mumbled not to tell God how big your problem is. I finished the statement. Take it easy. Iā€™ve got you.ā€
She shook her head. Color seeped back into her face. Her eyelids snapped open. Eyes the color of spring grass stared at him.
ā€œI heard you speak from the loft and about fell over myself. Nobodyā€™s supposed to be up there, and nobody except for critters down here with me. I was ready to climb up and investigate. Didnā€™t have a chance. The next thing I knew, you dropped to the ground.ā€
She closed her eyes again, and grimaced.
 ā€œI was too far away to reach the ladder. You fell through the trapdoor and landed here on the lower level of the barn. I had no chance to grab ya.ā€
She winced. No doubt, pain probably shot through her skull.
ā€œWhere in the world did you come from?ā€
She raised an arm and rubbed her eyes. ā€œI thought I was alone here on the acreage. The owners said it was uninhabited.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t know what you mean by acreage. Been a ranch as long as Iā€™ve been alive. You fell. Youā€™re on the ground. Thatā€™s your trouble right now. But God is bigger. At least thatā€™s what my ma used to tell my pa and me. She advised us to tell the storm it didnā€™t have a dream of getting the best of us.ā€ Iā€™ve got you now, though Iā€™m not sure what to do with you.
She opened her eyes. Her pupils looked as round and unfocused. They drifted closed.
ā€œI feel your confusion. Been kicked by a bronco a time or two. Orient yourself. Donā€™t drift off.ā€
ā€œYour voice is dreamy.ā€
His lip lifted but this was no humorous situation. ā€œIā€™m awake. Last time I checked Iā€™m a man, not a dream.ā€
ā€œWhy canā€™t I focus? Iā€™m not insane, only anxious to get my event business going strong.ā€ She attempted a cough to clear her throat. It sounded dry.
He wanted to give her a drink. To be honest, he had no idea what to do with her, or what she was talking about.
ā€œDirty grit in my mouth.ā€ She spat. ā€œSorry. Bad manners. Never in my life have I laid on the ground with my face in the dust.ā€ She sniffed. ā€œI canā€™t place the smell. Hay? Sweet grain? Something else?ā€
ā€œYou smell animals. Cows and horses with a dog or cat in the mix. Hay. Molasses. And yes, moist manure.ā€ He bit back a grin over the face she made.
ā€œReally? Gross. There were no animals when I arrived. The barnā€™s supposed to be empty. The livestock long gone, yet this gagging smell makes a lie of that.ā€ She flailed her fingers. ā€œHurts to breathe. Why am I so disoriented? Nothing makes sense. Especially you.ā€
ā€œMaā€™am, I assure you Iā€™m real. Falling like that, makes sense to me for you to be addlebrained.ā€ He could say the same for his head. A beauty fell before him. He had nary a notion as to where sheā€™d come from, other than the loft. ā€œMy nameā€™s Gavin. Can you move?ā€
ā€œMy muscles donā€™t want to obey my mind. Where exactly am I?ā€
He took her small hand in his. Her fingers twitched. He rested his other hand on her forehead.
Her chest heaved in what still looked like a futile attempt to garner a deep breath. ā€œWhat happened?ā€
ā€œDarned if I know. All I ken is you took a fall. The air left your body.ā€ Please, God, donā€™t let her be paralyzed. ā€œAt least, you had a soft landing.ā€
The beauty tried again and finally drew a breath that made her chest heave. She blew it out. Her eyelashes kissed his palm.
He exhaled and finally took a look at her, all the way to her feet. What in tarnation was she wearing, and what in thunder would he tell his boss when the ranch family returned?
***
Iron arms rolled her against a sturdy chest. Amanda filled her diaphragm. Thank You, Jesus.
Every muscle twitched from neck to ankle. The wonderful pillow of a manā€™s chest cushioned her upper body.
A dude on the acreage? For real? Nothing made any sense.
She couldnā€™t see a thing due to the masculine, sweaty, horsey, yet blessed weight of a warm hand on her forehead. A big hand. A calloused earthy hand.
The instant she convinced herself it was safe to move on her own, he removed his hand and cupped the back of her head. She looked up into intense eyes with starburst lines at the corners, shadowed by the cowboyā€™s gray hat.
A cowboy?
No one else was supposed to be here. ā€œWhereā€™s my cell phone?ā€
He dipped his head. She could no longer see his eyes, not that she could discern the color. Her vision now filled with the top of his cowboy hat. A cowboy hat in eastern Nebraska?
Unbelievable. She closed her eyes, hoping to focus. Think, Amanda. Think.
ā€œMaā€™am? Be still, please. Let me see if you have injuries. Can you move your arms and legs?ā€
Maā€™am? She had to be dreaming.
She forced herself to concentrate, purposely isolate individual muscles and joints. The muscles finally obeyed her brain. Everything seemed to be in working order. Worked too well, in fact.
No manā€™s hands had ever roamed over her in such a way, reminding her of a thorough airport security search. She closed her eyes while tremors of electrical stimulation followed the entrancing touch of his fingers over her neck, shoulders, arms, legs.
He pulled out her New Testament. ā€œStrange place for a book.ā€ He cleared his throat. ā€œBut you shore donā€™t have room for pockets.ā€
ā€œI need to get up. I have a party to plan.ā€ She thrashed and squirmed. Strong arms held her down. She experienced no pain anywhere besides her head. Nothing appeared broken. Amanda Totten, figure this out.
She braved another peek, away from the cowboyā€™s blue checkered shirt. Shadows and dirt revealed nothing as she stretched her neck forward and attempted to rise. Her body would be a king-sized bruise. ā€œWhat happened? Who are you? Whereā€™s my phoā€”ā€ Some instinct told her to stop talking.
ā€œMy name is Gavin Medley, maā€™am. And I am totally confounded as to what youā€™re doing here. Whereā€™d you come from? Whatā€™s your name?ā€

Bio:
Nebraska country girl LoRee Peery writes fiction that hopefully appeals to adult readers who enjoy stories written from a Christian perspective, focusing on the romance. These include novels and novellas for women and men in the Contemporary, Romance, Historical, Time Travel, and Mystery/Suspense categories. She writes of redeeming grace with a sense of place. Her Frivolities Series and the book based on her fatherā€™s unsolved homicide, Touches of Time, are available on Amazon. She is who she is by the grace of God: Christian, country girl, wife, mother, grandmother and great-, sister, friend, and author. Connect with LoRee through these links: www.loreepeery.com
Find her publications at Pelican http://tinyurl.com/kwz9enk


Comments

LoRee Peery saidā€¦
Thanks for sharing about my story today, Clare. Blessings to you and your readers.
Pamela S Thibodeaux saidā€¦
Love, LOVE the excerpt LoRee!
Good luck and God's blessings with your new book
PamT
LoRee Peery saidā€¦
Bless you in return, Pam. And thank you so much.

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