Rocky Mountain Cowboy Christmas Tour + Giveaway
Or that he would come face-to-face with the one girl he could never forget.
Folk artist Camille Brandt lives a quiet life. As the town’s resident eccentric, she’s used to being lonely—until Steve freaking Springfield changes everything. Brave and kind, he’s always had a piece of her heart, and it doesn’t take long before she’s in danger of falling for him again. But as mysterious fires break out across the sleepy Colorado town, Steve and Camille will have to fight if they want their happy family to survive until Christmas...
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Excerpt:
Stuffing her new stocking hat and mittens into one of the coat
pockets, she tried to smooth her hair, but she knew it was hopeless. Glancing
at Will, she saw he was smirking as he pulled on his coat.
“I know.” She flattened her hands on either side of her head, trying
to hide as much of her hair as possible. “I broke the cardinal rule: once the
hat goes on, it has to stay on for the rest of the day.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Take out your ponytail.” A little warily, she
tugged off the hair band, not sure where he was going with this. “Bend over so
your head’s upside down, and shake it out.”
Now she really thought he had to be messing with her.
“Hurry up,” he urged. “Dad’s having to ring things up and wrap, and
he’s horrible at wrapping. If he had his way, he’d roll everything up in
newspaper, slap some duct tape on it, and throw it into a plastic garbage bag.”
She did what Will said, amused despite herself by the silliness of
it all.
“Okay, stand up and flip your hair back.”
Her hair flip was only semisuccessful, so curly strands hung in her
face. She shoved them out of her eyes and looked at Will expectantly.
“Nice, just…” He reached toward her head and then paused. “If it’s
okay?”
“Go ahead.”
After he quickly adjusted a few strands, he stepped back and eyed
the end result before giving a satisfied nod. “Check it out.”
Glancing at her reflection in the small window, she frowned. It was
hard to see much, since the sun was shining outside, but from what she could
tell, it looked a little…wild. “It’s not too…” She blew out her cheeks and
flicked her fingers in an explosive gesture.
“Nope.” He grinned at her before dashing out of the office. “It’s
perfect.”
She hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to trust Will.
Leaving the office, she slipped behind the counter, taking the spot next to
Steve, who was in the middle of wrapping a fat candle, his face screwed up in a
mixture of frustration, concentration, and panic.
A laugh bubbled out of her. “Will wasn’t kidding,” she said, taking
the candle and fifty sheets of tissue paper he seemed to think he needed to
wrap it in. “You’re really bad at this.”
“I am,” Steve readily agreed. With his attention no longer fixed on
the candle, he looked at her, smiling. His expression froze, his eyes widening.
“What?” she whispered. Now she was the panicked one. With her hands
busy wrapping up the candle, she couldn’t even pat her hair to see what was
wrong. Had Will been messing with her after all?
“Oh. Uh…nothing. Just your hair. It…uh, looks nice.” He finally
yanked his attention off her and turned back to the register, but Camille was
not convinced, especially since his face was brick red, and he seemed to be
having issues hitting the right button on the register screen.
“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” She tucked the candle into the gift bag,
forcing a smile for the woman who’d just purchased it. She, at least, didn’t seem horrified by
the mess on Camille’s head. “Will talked me into it, and the window in the office
is a terrible mirror. You’re going to have to help me think of a good way to
get him back. No! I’ll ask Maya and Zoe. They’ll know what to do, and they’ll
help me pull it off. They’re awesome like that. Where’d Maya go?” She spotted
the girl on the other side of the store, helping a mom with young children pick
out a tree stand. “As soon as she makes her way back over here, I’m going to
ask her to brainstorm revenge strategies.”
By the time she finished rambling, Steve’s face had almost returned
to its normal color, and he looked like he was holding back a laugh. “First of
all, please don’t ask Maya or Zoe to help plan your revenge, since they’ll come
up with something much more creative and excessive than necessary, like an
ejector seat in his new car or a trapdoor in front of the toilet or something
that explodes.”
Camille thought that two out of three of those ideas sounded genius,
but she stayed silent as Steve handed her a small wreath to bag.
“That’ll be thirty-one forty-four. Thank you. Second, Will didn’t do
anything wrong. I’ve just, uh, never seen your hair down before.” He was
flushing again, ears going red at the tips. “I like it.”
“Thanks. I… Thanks.” She flushed too, keeping her head down so he
wouldn’t see how red her own cheeks had gotten. Emotions churned in her
chest—excitement and gratitude and nervousness, the usual combination she felt
when she was around Steve. Her thanks seemed to hang in the air, feeling
incomplete, so she blurted out, “I like yours, too.” When he gave her a sideways
look and offered a dry thanks, she became even more flustered. “Your face, too.
It’s nice.” She waved a hand, indicating his whole form. “There aren’t any
not-nice parts of you, in fact. You’re pretty much nice all over.” She had to
stop saying nice. In
fact, she had to stop talking, period, but there seemed to be a delay between
her thoughts and her mouth, because words were still pouring out of her. “So,
basically, I like all of you. A lot. A whole lot. A whole, whole—”
Stop. Talking. Now.
She closed her mouth and pressed her lips together.
He cleared his throat. “Thank you?”
Camille instinctively opened her mouth to say “You’re welcome,” then
decided not to risk speaking again, just in case. Instead, she gave a wordless
grunt and focused on wrapping.
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