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No Cowboys No Angels

The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1

by
Petie McCarty

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm
in West Virginia and one guardian angel!

Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside,
she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke
Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's
secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a
town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and
Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.

Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a
clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and
she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel...

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On the south side of town, Luke gave Windsor a little nudge to speed him up since

Grandfather’s property was close. Horse and rider slowed to make the turn at Laden Mill Road,

and Luke gazed out over the grassy pasture before he gave Windsor his head again. The grassy

pasture belonged to him now and looked in desperate need of a good mowing. If he didn’t get

someone to cut it soon, he or Hank would have to do it, and neither of them had the time. He

reined in Windsor at the entrance drive and scanned the barn and then the house.

His jaw sagged. Someone stood on his front porch and peeked in his windows—a red-

haired someone. He gave Windsor a poke with his heels, and the horse leaped forward in

response. Galloping down the entrance drive, Luke reined in hard at the bottom step and startled

his trespasser.

“And you are on my front porch because?” he barked, while holding the skittish stallion

in place. Windsor had had his head, and he wanted it again.

Kellen’s eyes went wide with guilt. “I was just—”

“Snooping?” Windsor sidestepped to the right, forcing Luke to twist around in his saddle

to hold eye contact.

She stiffened and her brilliant green eyes flashed with temper. “I was not! You-You—”

She stamped her foot.

“Owner?” he said, unwilling to let her off the hook for an instant. Not when he had her

good and cornered. Thank God, Windsor kept him so busy he didn’t ogle her like a schoolboy.

“No, I was going to say—”

The horse reared and pawed the air, effectively cutting her off. Of course, Luke’s little

heel nudge and rein tug instigated the ostentatious display. He swiftly turned the horse back

around so he could face her.

“So, why are you here? On my front porch. Peeking in my windows.”

She gave him a glare fit for the devil. “I was not peeking. I was trying to see if anyone

was home.”

He waited.

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t want anything.” She hesitated. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Well, if you didn’t want anything and you weren’t doing anything . . .” He eased the

powerful horse right up next to her though she stood her ground on the bottom step. “. . .then you

must need a ride home.”

He snatched her off the step before she could answer and counted on the little spitfire

having the presence of mind to swing her leg over the horse when Windsor took off. She didn’t

disappoint him. The stallion streaked for the break in the tree line, and she clung to him like a

tick on a coon dog. The feel of her arms around his waist had his heart rate matching Windsor’s

rhythmic gait once again. Through the tree break and across her unplowed fields, they galloped.

He should slow the horse on the uneven ground. He really should. But if he did, Kellen

would loosen her death grip on him.

The sure-footed stallion galloped across the fields as though he knew right where Luke

was headed. He waited to the last possible second to rein in the black horse at Kellen’s front

steps, then reached around at the same time to slide her off Windsor’s back. Once her feet

touched the ground with her balance assured, he tapped his heels to the stallion and cantered

back across the fields. He didn’t dare risk a backward glance and spoil his memory of the ride

with another hard glare from the beauty.

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The
Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She
eventually said goodbye to her "day" job to write her
stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels
to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her
cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery
Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

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