Cowboy Jim Brewer gets his Christmas wish when beautiful baker Caitlyn Summers agrees to help plan a holiday fundraiser.
Slim Jim, featured in The Cowboy's Secret Past and The Cowboy's Forgotten Love returns in an online read, part of Harlequin's Christmas Countdown. One chapter is posted daily for twenty days. Here's the link. https://bitl.to/3PZF
Here's a preview. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
I could replace the cherries with peaches and sauté them in a brown butter sauce.” Head down against a brisk early December wind, Caitlyn Summers continued her musings as she strode past the shops on Main Street, oblivious to the fanciful decor that was intent upon luring customers inside for holiday shopping.
Her thoughts remained focused on dessert prep as she kept walking. The holiday dessert menu had one job and one job only. That was to wow her boss, Chef Olivia Morgan, enough that she’d hire Caitlyn as a full-time pâtissier.
Caitlyn’s seasonal employment contract with Moretti’s Farm-to-Table Bistro had brought her to Homestead Pass, Oklahoma, ten days ago, in time for Thanksgiving festivities.
She’d finally made her way to the town her mother once called home.
A shiver raced over her as the wind whipped past and fat flakes began a wayward descent from the darkening sky. Early Monday afternoon, yet the ominous clouds made it seem much later. Caitlyn rounded the corner of Main and Edison and hit a human wall. “Oomph.” She stumbled, and her tote bag plopped to the ground. She reached out to steady herself and realized she was gripping a strong, muscled arm.
She looked up. Her gaze connected with the concerned eyes of a tall cowboy. “I am so sorry.” Caitlyn blinked and stepped back. The side of the brick building shielded them from the weather, and she took a moment to compose herself.
“My fault completely.” The cowboy scooped her tote from the sidewalk and returned the bag. Then he pushed back the rim of his black felt Stetson, revealing jet-black hair, and looked her over. “Have we met?”
“I’m not sure.” Caitlyn returned his assessment. Not traditionally handsome, he had a pleasant face and a warm, friendly smile. It was his eyes, teal with a rim of gold around the pupils, that were captivating. “I’m Caitlyn Summers, the pâtissier at Moretti’s Bistro.”