A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe by Jessica Clare – Review and Excerpt

A Cowboy Under the MistletoeA Cowboy Under the Mistletoe by Jessica Clare – ‘Tis the season for starting over for one military man turned cowboy in this new novel by the New York Times bestselling author of The Cowboy and His Baby.

Former Navy master-at-arms Jason Clements is down on his luck and calling in one last favor. His cousin has secured him a job opportunity as a cowboy working at Price Ranch in Wyoming. Too bad Jason has never even saddled a horse. If he can keep this job without his PTSD getting in the way, it’ll be a Christmas miracle.

Local busybody Sage Cooper loves Painted Barrel something fierce, but it’s time for her to move on. Since her father passed away, the family ranch feels too big for just her, and there’s no chance of finding a husband in this small town. To the rest of the world, she’s just another local fixture, known for her closet full of ugly Christmas sweaters and being perpetually single.

It isn’t until Jason shows up in desperate need of a cowboy crash course that Sage discovers a tall, dark, and handsome reason to stick around. And with the holidays coming up, Sage is in need of a date for a special event—maybe they’ll turn out to be each other’s best Christmas present.

Publisher: Berkley (October 15, 2019)

Genre: Christmas Romance

ISBN-10: 1984804006  –  ISBN-13: 978-1984804006

Jessica ClareAbout the author: (from goodreads.comThis is a pen name for Jill Myles. Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the ‘naughty parts’ of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.

After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own – stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together. www.jillmyles.com

Review of A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe

A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe is the third book in The Wyoming Cowboy series by Jessica Clare and is a holiday romance. A lovely fast-paced romance that is sure to sweep you off your feet.  You are sure to devour the pages as A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe pulls you in and you find yourself connecting with the characters. The story flows at a steady pace leaving you wanting more. Clare as an exquisite writing style that sweeps the reader away to another place in time. I enjoyed reading A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe and found it to be swoon-worthy romance full of highs and lows that had me turning pages as fast as I could read them! *I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.*

EXCERPT

Jason chuckled, and a slow smile spread across his lean face, and oh, her heart did the craziest little flip. Despite the sweating and the weird situation, Jason Clements, newbie to Painted Barrel, was handsome. He was tall and wiry, and his cheekbones were blade sharp. His eyes were piercing, and his dark hair was cropped extremely short—naval regulation, maybe? But his smile was utterly breathtaking. 

And he was smiling at her. Even though she was being goofy and weird and wearing ridiculous reindeer antlers, he was smiling at her. Sage Cooper. 

Man-repellent. 

It was a heady feeling. In that moment, she wanted to help him and get more of those smiles. Sage genuinely loved helping people, but she had a different goal in mind when she looked at Jason. She just wanted him to smile again. 

“You really don’t know how to ranch?” she asked.

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Why did you lie?” It didn’t seem like a job anyone would take on the spur of the moment. There were easier jobs out there than ranching, and they probably paid a heck of a lot more. 

Meaning that he had a secret. Well, that was all right. She’d always thought of herself as an open book, but things had changed over the last year. After all, weren’t her dating app profiles a secret? A humiliating, awful secret that Greg would laugh and laugh about if he knew . . . and then tell Becca? Who would then tell everyone in Painted Barrel? 

Yeah, Sage knew all about keeping things secret to protect yourself. 

“I won’t ask,” she told him. “But I can help you.” 

Jason looked at her with a frown and then dawning realization. “You can get me some books?” 

“Well, not exactly.” She hugged Order of the Phoenix tighter to her chest, as if to bolster herself. “But I do have a ranch.” 

His eyes flared with interest, and the breath stole from her lungs. Oh, were his eyes gray? She liked that. She liked that a lot. “You do?” 

“Everyone here does. There’s not much around Painted Barrel but ranches, you know?” 

He gestured at the mail desk, where Greg’s pamphlets were spread. “But I thought you . . .” 

“Municipal clerk. I know. I am.” She went to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, flustered, and ended up smacking her reindeer horns. “My father was the mayor of this town before he passed, and he got me a job as a municipal clerk when I was a teenager. And I sort of stayed on and have done it ever since. But yeah, my father has a ranch, and now that he’s gone, it’s mine. I’ve sold all of the cattle but two, and just one horse. You can come over to my place and practice until you get comfortable, if you like.” 

He stared at her, stunned. “You’d do that for me?” 

She beamed at him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” 

Sage watched, fascinated, as his jaw clenched. “Reasons.” 

 “Because most people don’t do things out of the good- ness of their hearts. Not anymore.” He rubbed his jaw again. “Can I pay you?” 

Sage waved a hand, dismissing the thought. Once she sold all her father’s acreage, she’d have more money than she knew what to do with. “Don’t be silly.” 

But he gave her another intense look, leaning in. His height was . . . amazing. She gazed up at him and felt as if he were the tallest—and handsomest—man she’d ever seen. Oh, her new crush was baaaad. “I’d feel better if I didn’t owe you,” he murmured. 

An idea occurred to her, and she clutched the book tighter. Did she dare? Should she ask? Her mouth worked silently, and then before she could think better of it, she blurted, “I do need a date.” 

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