A Cowgirl's Dream by Edith Mackenzie


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A Cowgirl's Dream
(Barrels & Hearts, #1)
By Edith MacKenzie
Contemporary Romance, Western
Paperback & ebook, 154 Pages
June 24, 2020

An Aussie cowgirl far from home. A handsome Brazilian bull rider. Can they have a rodeo love story of their dreams?

Frankie dreams of being a champion barrel racer. When the opportunity of a lifetime knocks on her door, she moves halfway across the globe to chase it. After having her heart broken, she’s determined to focus on her ambitions. That means no time for cowboys, even if he is bloody cute.

Luciano is well on his way to getting everything he has ever dreamed of. That is, until an Aussie cowgirl crashes into his world, setting his soul on fire. He knows what it takes to get to the top and Frankie has it in spades. Now, all he has to do is convince her to see beyond the suave exterior and give him a chance.

Finally, Frankie has a shot at the championship buckle, but when photos appear of Luciano on the internet, she has to decide whether to stay or walk away. Is she kidding herself, can she have it all? Can Frankie find her courage to trust in love and still chase her Cowgirl’s dream?

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About the Author


Edith MacKenzie or Eddie Mac to her friends is an Australian author of sweet and wholesome contemporary cowboy romance. They say in literary circles to write what you know and Eddie has certainly taken that to heart. Before embarking on a writing career she trained horses professionally and brings that wealth of knowledge to her writing.

Now a mum to a boy and girl, as well as wife, she delights with her tales of strong cowgirls and their adventures in finding love. When not weaving the love stories of her characters, she enjoys hanging out with her family and animals, as well as reading, fishing and camping

Just remember once a cowgirl, always a cowgirl.


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Excerpt:

Why was it that she only owned jeans and T-shirts? Most girls have at least one dress! Giving up, Frankie dramatically flopped face-first onto her bed, deciding she would just spend the entire BBQ in that position. Honestly, there was nothing else she could do.

“Do I even want to know?” Deb popped her head into the room.

“Doff weeve muy loon,” she mumbled into the bedspread.

“Duff’s a loon? Do we even know a Duff? Hey, Megan, do you know a Duff?” Deb called down the hall.

“No, why?” came the reply from the kitchen.

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny,” Frankie grumbled, raising her head off the bed. Her hair now closely resembled a bird’s nest freshly fallen from a tree. In a storm. A bad one. Maybe cyclonic. “I said Leave. Me. Alone.” She theatrically dropped her head back down.

“I’m not sure I can, in clear conscience, remove myself from the room. What sort of friend would I be if I weren’t here in your time of”—she helplessly waved her hands in the air—“whatever this is?”

Frankie sighed. “Fine, since you seem to be enjoying this so much, I have nothing to wear.”

Deb’s mouth twitched a little. “I had noticed you running around naked a lot. I just thought you were trying to even out your tan. Apparently not. Whoa!!” Deb ducked quickly to dodge the pillow Frankie launched at her head. Finding a white shirt Frankie had earlier, she waved it above her head in surrender. “I come in peace. Please, no shoot.”

Frankie, despite her peevish mood, couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, but I think I am beyond help.”

“My, you are committing to drama today, aren’t you? Is it because the farrier stud muffin is coming over?”

Frankie snorted in an unladylike manner. “Dare you to call him that to his face.”

“I would, but I want him to be able to fit his hat back on his head at some point,” Deb deadpanned. “Okay, let’s have a look at what we’re working with here.” She headed confidently to Frankie’s closet.

In the end, Frankie did find something to wear, and it was jeans and a shirt. But hey, Deb had to work with what she had. Her long blonde hair hung sleekly from a high ponytail and her jeans hugged her slender curves, the lean muscles shaped from long hours in the saddle. The merle-grey V-neck T-shirt clung just enough in the right places. Deb didn’t care what Frankie thought. She was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be any complaints.

 


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