The Cowgirl Rides Away (Bluebonnet Texas Book 1)
by Stuart, Amie
“The Cowgirl Rides Away is one woman’s journey to find herself after every gauge, every tool—”
Wait, that makes me sound like a mechanic. My name is JESSALYN STRATTON. I’m the only female World Saddle Bronc Champion in PRA history. Rodeo is an unforgiving sport, and living in a man’s world makes you tough-as-nails, makes you forget how to be a woman. Then, if you’re lucky, someone special comes along and reminds you why you’re glad to be one.
And make no mistake, ZACK BOUDREAUX was special. An old-fashioned man who believed in love and loyalty and wanted someone who felt the same, old-fashioned enough to wish for a virgin. I qualified on all fronts. And maybe the internet wasn’t a bad place for a woman who’d never had a real relationship to stick her toe in the water.
An artist who also came from a large ranching family, Zack also felt like the odd man out among his siblings, and his emails were the only bright spots in my life as I struggled through rehab. He was a deep thinker and I found it easy to open up to him, sharing things I’d never told a living soul, not even my best friend. Eventually, Zack issued an open invitation for me to visit, wanting to discover if we had something beyond our emails and eventually, I said yes.
Wait, that makes me sound like a mechanic. My name is JESSALYN STRATTON. I’m the only female World Saddle Bronc Champion in PRA history. Rodeo is an unforgiving sport, and living in a man’s world makes you tough-as-nails, makes you forget how to be a woman. Then, if you’re lucky, someone special comes along and reminds you why you’re glad to be one.
And make no mistake, ZACK BOUDREAUX was special. An old-fashioned man who believed in love and loyalty and wanted someone who felt the same, old-fashioned enough to wish for a virgin. I qualified on all fronts. And maybe the internet wasn’t a bad place for a woman who’d never had a real relationship to stick her toe in the water.
An artist who also came from a large ranching family, Zack also felt like the odd man out among his siblings, and his emails were the only bright spots in my life as I struggled through rehab. He was a deep thinker and I found it easy to open up to him, sharing things I’d never told a living soul, not even my best friend. Eventually, Zack issued an open invitation for me to visit, wanting to discover if we had something beyond our emails and eventually, I said yes.