About A Christmas Wren
by BA Tortuga
53 pages / 19000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-238-6, 1-60370-238-5
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Wren is in Colorado to do a last favor for her grandmother when she meets a cowboy she just can't resist, at least for one night. Robin wants to warm Wren up, and he's more than willing to help her with her errand, but she doesn't think she wants to spend Christmas with a stranger, preferring to go home to Texas.
When the weather has other plans for Wren, stranding her in the mountains, it's Robin who comes to the rescue, finding a way to keep her out of the storm. Cowboys might just be Wren's weakness, but there's nothing weak about accepting the gifts that Christmas brings.
Sample
Robin Naciero considered himself a patient man. He really did. But he was getting growly at the college students that clogged the bar at the Oasis. Sure, he knew that Gunnison, Colorado depended on the Western State students to keep it going during the winter when it was cold enough to freeze the tourists' balls off.
Didn't mean he liked sharing the bar with the drunken little bastards.
He scanned the room, looking for someplace to light and suck back his Coors, but every booth was full of laughing idiots. All but one. That booth held one pretty little girl, all brown hair and sad green eyes, her hands wrapped around a steaming coffee mug. Who could blame her? The thin jacket she wore was no match for a Gunnison evening.
Wandering over, Robin cleared his throat, admiring the shape of her face when she looked up at him.
"Hey, there. I hate to ask, but you mind if I sit? It's a little crowded."
“Hmm? Sure, honey. Have a seat.” Oh, lord, that voice had a drawl thick as honey. “I’m prob’ly gonna head out of here in a few anyway.”
"Oh, now. Don't let me run you off." Texas. She had to be from Texas. He'd led a hundred trail rides for folks with accents just like that.
Robin slid into the booth and took a long drink of beer, studying her. She was a pretty little thing—dark hair and bright eyes, a heart-shaped face with a little upturned nose and a perfect bow of a mouth. Damn.
“Y’all got yourselves a bunch of babies in here. I’m feeling like an old lady.” She had a sweet smile, if a little strained, and Robin didn’t hide his laugh. Old lady. Right. Sweet thing wasn’t twenty-five, couldn’t be. “College kids, huh?”
"Yup. The college is down the strip." He grinned. "Talk about feeling old. I'm a good fifteen years above most of these little snots."
“Yeah? You don’t look it.” She winked at him, finished her coffee with a happy sigh. “Man, that warmed me right on up.”