Jessa James - How To Love A Cowboy

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About How To Love A Cowboy About How To Love A Cowboy Pete The Killarny Estate is getting ready for the Waters Derby. I still remember little Sara Waters and how she’d grabbed and kissed me in the barn on the Waters property when she was 10 years old. The last time I’d seen her I’d been with my ex-wife, Kelly. The only good thing out of that marriage had been my 12-year-old daughter. I haven't had a solid relationship since. When Sara shows up at the ranch to tell me that her dad isn’t letting the Killarny’s enter the derby, that we’re doing something illegal, well let's just say, I didn't take it very well. There’s no way in hell we’re not going, and no way in hell I can stay away from that hot, little body. Sara My father’s instructions were clear – tell the Killarny’s they can’t race. Our families have history and I refuse to tell them over the phone, so I'll drive to the Estate to tell them in person. But Pete Killarny refuses to accept my dad’s decision. Who am I supposed to believe: the father who’s cared for me all my life or the hot cowboy I’ve loved since I was 10 years old? If fantasies involving hay lofts give you a thrill, along with the thought of a family of HOT brothers, read on…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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How To Love A Cowboy

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Pete

The Killarny Estate is getting ready for the Waters Derby. I still remember little Sara Waters and how she’d grabbed and kissed me in the barn on the Waters property when she was 10 years old. The last time I’d seen her I’d been with my ex-wife, Kelly. The only good thing out of that marriage had been my 12-year-old daughter. I haven't had a solid relationship since.

When Sara shows up at the ranch to tell me that her dad isn’t letting the Killarny’s enter the derby, that we’re doing

something illegal, well let's just say, I didn't take it very well. There’s no way in hell we’re not going, and no way in hell I can stay away from that hot, little body.

Sara

My father’s instructions were clear – tell the Killarny’s they can’t race. Our families have history and I refuse to tell them over the phone, so I'll drive to the Estate to tell them in person. But Pete Killarny refuses to accept my dad’s decision. Who am I supposed to believe: the father who’s cared for me all my life or the hot cowboy I’ve loved since I was 10 years old?

If fantasies involving hay lofts give you a thrill, along with the thought of a family of HOT brothers, read on…

Pete

I closed the ledger and leaned back into the rich cherry colored leather of the desk chair. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, thinking about how much easier things had been when my father was around running things at Killarny Estate. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t become accustomed to over the years. Being the oldest of the five Killarny brothers, it was expected from birth that I would be the one to take over the day to day running of the ranch. While all the brothers were equal partners in running the ranch, it was I who was the most responsible. Ask anyone. It was also me that my dad had turned to back when my mother, Emily Killarny, had first been diagnosed with breast cancer.

At my mother’s request, I took on the additional tasks that my father had usually taken care of. Most of it was business, the sort of thing that didn’t capture my attention quite like the quiet, meditative work with the horses, but I knew what had to be done. Most of all, I hadn’t wanted to let my mother down.

Emily Killarny was a force unto herself, but she had a kind and good heart, and above all, she loved her children. I was aware that I had a special place in her heart when she had gone out of her way to be the best kind of grandmother she could be to Emma. I’d been dejected and alone, raising a two year old daughter alone after my ex-wife, Kelly, decided one day that motherhood and married life wasn’t for her. My parents had been so kind to us in the days following that abandonment, and I would forever be grateful to both of them. My mother had especially done all that she could to make sure that Emma felt safe and loved after her mother’s abrupt departure.

Back then my major responsibilities had been tending to the horses, something I still loved and wished I was able to do more of, but being the oldest, and since my father had relocated to Costa Rica, I knew I had to be the one to step up to the plate. My mother’s death three years prior had taken a toll on the family patriarch, and after suffering a severe bout of depression, he finally decided to make some major changes. One of those changes included leaving the states and relocating to a warmer climate, leaving the green Kentucky hills behind him in favor of sun and sand. Some days I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of that, but I knew that my heart would always be right here, wherever Emma was.

I opened my eyes again and looked at my computer screen for a moment before getting up and heading for the door, grabbing my jacket on the way. There was still a chill in the air that early in the Kentucky spring and it was invigorating to step out into the morning air, breathing in the fresh smell of new grass and the less pleasing scent wafting from the nearest barn. The smell of manure might not have appealed to everyone, but for me, it was a reminder of home and childhood.

I breathed in the air and made my way over to the stables where my brother Alex was brushing out the coat of a two year old mare.

“She looks beautiful,” I said as I came up to stand on the other side of the stall door.

Alex nodded. “Siobhan is quite a looker.” He brushed her russet coat to a glistening sheen that caught the early morning sun and made the horse look like a copper penny.

“You think we’ll run her next year?” I asked him as I looked over the horse from nose to tail. She was beautiful, but I wasn’t sure if she was one of the horses that we would end up taking to the many derbies we were involved in.

Alex shrugged. “Not sure. She hasn’t been run that much, and I really think that if we had planned on doing that with her, she should have seen a little more practice at this point in her life. I think she is a great horse, but I’m not sure the derby life is the one for her. However, I do think she is going to give us a lot of talented foals.”