Let this cowboy romance be your one and only, with: A sexy single father - A big sky ranch he loves - A stubborn woman ready to shake up everything - A battle of the sexes you won't want to miss! Ranch Foreman Shane Lockhart's livelihood―and sanity―are threatened when the ranch is taken over by the late owner's granddaughter, the most beautiful, exasperating woman he's ever met. Inner-city veterinarian Lindsey Ward always loved visiting her grandfather's Wyoming ranch, so it breaks her heart to have to sell it. She'll miss the scent of hay and sagebrush under the wide-open sky, but at least the sale will help fund the clinic she's always dreamed of. Ruggedly handsome foreman Shane Lockhart and his adorable son aren't making it any easier for Lindsey to focus on what has to be done. It's exhilarating going toe to toe with a rough-cut, tough cowboy whose stubborn idealism matches her own, but it's Shane's tenderness that might tip Lindsey's heart over the fence. Can she allow herself to be saved by the cowboy? "Fall in love as the characters do in this wonderfully written story set around hard work and peaceful living... Sparks fly and attitudes attack as this dynamic duo long for each other. A swoon-worthy cowboy, fun flirtation, blazing passion and a sweet little boy will have readers wanting to wrangle their very own cowboy." ― RT Book Reviews, 4.5 Stars, TOP PICK! "Grab a comfy sofa and enter the world of the Cowboys of Decker Ranch. Be prepared to be moved by these unexpected storylines that grab your attention and hold on―get set for the ride of your life." ― Fresh Fiction "For anyone who is a fan of cowboys, then this one is a must" ― The Reading Cafe "Once again Kennedy has created a story that epitomizes western life today while also filling it with romance and heat, creating the perfect mix. This is an author and a series that I’ll be following closely in the future. - See more at: http://purejonel.blogspot.com/2016/01/HtWaC.html#sthash.3xBdcxit.dpuf" ― Pure Jonel Confessions of a Bibliophile Joanne Kennedy is the RITA-nominated author of ten contemporary Western romance novels, including Cowboy Trouble, Tall, Dark and Cowboy, and Cowboy Tough. The first book in her Decker Ranch trilogy, How to Handle a Cowboy, was named one of Booklist’s “Best Romances of the Decade.” She lives in a secret mountain hideout on the Wyoming border with too many pets and a retired fighter pilot. The pets are relatively well-behaved. Joanne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website, www.joannekennedybooks.com. Chapter 1 "Let's get this sucker in the ground." Grace Ward turned away from the gleaming casket and tugged at her escort's arm. "He was a good-lookin' sumnabitch and it's a shame he's dead, but, Lord, that preacher about talked us all into our graves already, and here he's getting ready to start jawing again." The mourners surrounding the hillside grave gasped in unison. Grace Ward looked as delicate as the bluebells nodding at the graveyard gate, but her voice was as vibrant in old age as it was in her long-gone Hollywood heyday. "My husband won't take kindly to me ogling some stranger, dead or alive." Shane Lockhart, wearing his best black Stetson and his only suit, bent over the old woman and reminded her, as gently as he could, that the good-looking sumnabitch in the velvet-lined casket was her husband. Bud Ward had died suddenly at the intersection of a cowardly cow horse and a petulant porcupine, leaving Grace alone in the world. Her only remaining family was a granddaughter who'd run off to marry a man Bud disapproved of. So far, not even her granddad's death was enough to bring Lindsey Ward back to the Lazy Q, so Grace was on her own at eighty-one. As foreman of the ranch, Shane felt bound by love and duty to look after his late boss's wife. It had been a challenge at first; she'd been inconsolable over his death. The job became considerably easier when an invisible Bud joined her for eggs and ham the next morning, so Shane had learned to welcome the brief appearances of Bud's ghost. His phantom presence kept Grace calm, and she was less liable to wander off if she believed he was home. It was just too bad he'd turned up during his own funeral. "Come on, cowboy." Grace tugged Shane's arm again, so hard he almost stumbled. "Bud's waiting, and all this sad stuff's giving me a headache." The preacher paused at the interruption, and at the very moment, a meadowlark burst into song, shattering the sorrowful hush of the graveyard with unseemly, unfettered joy. Grace smiled up at the sky, her fringed, scarlet shawl fluttering like a flag in the breeze. She'd refused to wear black to the service. "Bud and I were black and white in the movies," she'd said. "He always liked me in color." Back in the fifties, she'd been a sweet Hollywood ingenue playing pioneer lasses in black-and-white Westerns, while Bud was a rough-riding stuntman, falling off horses and pitching himself out of