by Shanna Hatfield
For the past five years, I’ve been seeking to help rodeo athletes who need a hand up.
November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all my book sales will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period.
I decided to donate to JCCF after writing the first book in the sweet Rodeo Romance series that centers around rodeo athletes. Now in the fifth year, the Read a Book, Help a Cowboy campaign generates funds through book sales made during the holiday season and raises awareness about JCCF. For more details about the campaign, please visit my website:
To kick start this year's campaign, I'm throwing a party! I hope you'll join me, along with 12 guest authors for four hours of fun, games, giveaways, and surprise announcements! The fun begins at 10 a.m. Pacific Time (11 MT, Noon CT, 1 p.m. ET).
I'll also be celebrating the release of the next book in the Rodeo Romance series.
She’s racing to save the ranch
He’s struggling to win her heart. . . again
Brylee Barton has just one goal in mind: win the barrel
racing world championship. Not for the glory, but for the attached cash prize
that could save her family’s ranch. When an injury leaves her at the mercy of the
very same copper-headed, silver-tongued cowboy she once vowed to loathe forever,
she has no choice but to swallow her pride and accept his help.
Fun-loving, easy-going Shaun Price has a million dollar
smile, more charm than he can channel, and a string of ex-girlfriends rumored
to have started their own support group. When the one woman he’s never quite
managed to get out of his head or heart needs his assistance, he jumps at the
chance to help. Little does he realize how challenging it will be to keep from
falling for her all over again.
With the holiday season fast approaching, will Shaun and
Brylee discover the gift of forgiveness, and experience their own
happily-ever-after?
This sweet Christmas romance warms the heart, lifts the
spirit, and touches the soul with its message of forgiveness, hope, and
redemption. Don’t miss it!
And here's a little excerpt:
Brylee opened her eyes and
tipped her head back, watching as the pickup men rode into the arena.
One went
to catch Rocket while the other hastened her direction. The announcer and the
clown told a joke as the medical team hustled toward her as fast as they could
make it through the mud.
Frustration battled with anger
as the pickup man approached. The last person on earth she wanted to see was that man.
“Maybe today would be a good day
to die,” she muttered as she tried again to move her foot from beneath the
fence. If she freed it before he reached her, she could crawl over the fence
and make her way back to her trailer without speaking to him.
Why couldn’t he have gone on
ignoring her like he had the last five and half years? Why tonight, of all
nights, was he going to force her to acknowledge him? Didn’t she have enough to
deal with, like missing her opportunity to claim the winning title? Or the
undeniable fact she looked like a half-drowned kitten that had been dragged
through a pig wallow?
She thought of her wasted entry
fee. Not to mention the hours it would take to get all the mud scrubbed off
Rocket and her tack.
Wasn’t a no-score enough
punishment without being forced to face the most arrogant, self-centered,
childish man she’d ever known?
Trapped on her back in the mud,
it seeped through her clothes, chilling her and making her fight the need to
shiver. She questioned how she could exit the arena with even a shred of
dignity when her pants oozed soupy mud like a toddler’s soggy diaper.
The slap of boots hitting the
mud in the arena drew her gaze upward. A handsome face appeared above her as
the pickup man leaned over her. Gray-blue eyes twinkled behind thick lashes and
a smile full of even, white teeth gleamed in the arena lights. Shaun Price
braced his gloved hands on his thighs and offered her an infuriatingly cocky
grin.
Why couldn’t she have at least
passed out and awakened far away from the infuriating, irritating, Adonis-like
cowboy?
“Well, Bitsy, I see you’re still
racing Christmas,” he said, his voice sounding as deep and rich as she
remembered.
Brylee glowered at him. “You
know I hate that name."
“Yep, I sure do.” Shaun chuckled
and stepped back as the medics surrounded her.
USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to
write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm,
humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up dreamy characters,
twisting plots, or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other
occupants of her home, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain
Cavedweller.
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