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She shouldn’t get involved with the cowboy next door…

Laid off from her teaching job in the city, Jemma Monroe takes a job teaching in a tiny town and rents a house on the outskirts. A visitor soon shows up at her door—a horse. His owner, a handsome neighbor in boots and a cowboy hat, comes by to collect him.

When single dad Wyatt Langford meets Jemma, it’s the first time he feels interest in a woman since his wife left. But she’s his daughter’s new teacher, so they both know they should keep their distance.

Nonetheless, Wyatt keeps finding excuses to spend time with Jemma, and Wyatt’s daughter becomes more and more attached to her. With them, Jemma discovers the good things about country life, from starry skies to s’mores cooked over a fire. But she still misses her past life in the city. Is there any reason for them to dream of a future together?


Cindi Madsen

Expected Release Date: 21 January 2020

A big-city teacher takes a job in a small town out of necessity, but her feelings about rural life begin to change after she meets the cowboy next door in Cindi Madsen’s newest cowboy romance—out next week—and I have a sneak peek for you.

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Gloria set their milkshakes in front of them, and Jemma thanked her by name.

“Sure thing, honey,” came the gravelly reply.

Jemma attempted to suck her drink out of her straw, but it must’ve been too thick, because she abandoned it and tipped the glass to her lips. When she brought it back down, she had whip cream on her lower lip and the tip of her nose. “Oh my gosh, why haven’t I had one of these here before? Like, how didn’t you tell me to grab one the second I got into town?”

“After seeing you in the snowbank, I had my doubts you could safely drive to places. I didn’t want to be responsible.”

“Ah!” She crumpled up her napkin and tossed it at him. He caught it, which was inconvenient for her—obviously, she didn’t realize she had part of her milkshake on her nose.

“You have a little…” He tapped his own nose, and Jemma’s eyes widened. She wiped at the wrong side with her fingertips. Gripping her napkin, he stretched himself over the table and used it to remove the whip cream.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but the laugh that came out was more amused than embarrassed. “And now you have a little…”

He looked down to see whip cream on the front of his shirt. He’d leaned too far over his shake when he’d been helping her.

She scooted her drink aside, grabbed more napkins, and dabbed at it. “We’re a mess.”

He peered down at her, noticing the adorable crinkle that showed up between her eyebrows when she was concentrating, and his insides felt like a mess.

Once they were cleaned up, they finished their milkshakes while they talked about nothing and everything. Every time they had something in common, he’d silently cheer.

And every time she mentioned the city with that hint of longing, he’d volley back to the side of the line where he stuck to friends only.

But as he walked her to his truck again, a nervous guy who’d just finished an awesome sort-of date with a girl, he once again felt like he was back in high school.

* * *

Occasionally, Jemma came home from a date feeling like she’d put her best self forward and hadn’t made a fool of herself.

As Wyatt walked her to her car, she realized she’d kind of made a fool of herself but had still put her best self forward. Because it was her true self. Even better, Wyatt hadn’t seemed embarrassed to be with her, not even when she’d ended up with whip cream on her nose.

He had this way of teasing her that made it easy to laugh at herself. He didn’t make her feel like she was too chatty, either. He let her talk and talk. He always listened intently, and when he talked, she also hung on every word.

The guy was unexpected in so many ways.

“Guessing this is you,” Wyatt said. “Call it my incredible powers of deduction, considering I already know what your car looks like and it’s the only one left in the lot.”

It was pretty crazy how the school had gone from bursting to ghost town in the matter of an hour. Then again, she’d seen elementary kids charge out of school at record speeds, the formerly bustling halls empty within minutes.

Jemma turned to smile at her gentleman escort.

Hours of spending time together, and yet she didn’t feel ready to say goodbye. Whether in a crowd, at the diner, or just the two of them, she always enjoyed her time with Wyatt. Her heart pitter-pattered, hope tapping its way into the mix.

It’d been such a good date. Er, hangout thing. Since it wasn’t a date, she shouldn’t go analyzing it like one. Not that it stopped her from thinking it’d been the best date she’d ever been on.

Or hangout thing, so to speak.

“Well, good night,” she said. “When Camilla brought up the ballgame, I uncharacteristically said yes without taking a second to overanalyze or make myself nervous about it, and I’m so glad I did.”

“Me too.” His grin spread across his face and lit her up inside, like a hundred sparklers that started glowing and fizzing at once.

Then he leaned closer, his arm winding around her—he was going in for a goodbye hug!

Jemma threw her arms around his waist, embracing him tightly. She’d wanted to hug him all night. He was solid and warm and smelled amazing and…

Not hugging her back.

His hand was on the handle of her car door, just the one arm stretched out. Her sloggy brain put it together a few seconds too late. He’d reached around her to open the door.

Heat crawled up her neck and settled into her cheeks as they burned with the embarrassment of a thousand suns. “Oh. I… Wow, thanks so much for opening my door. Obviously, I super appreciate it. Goodbye!”


She waved, acting like she didn’t hear him. The way he’d said her name had been in this letting-down-easy way she couldn’t stand to hear right now, not with mortification taking over.

She snapped her seat belt into place and quickly started her car. She gave another wave without looking directly at him—but enough at him that she didn’t run him over and complete her humiliation.

What had she been thinking? Calling it a date in her head and launching herself at him while he was being a gentleman? She’d try to claim it was simply a friendly gesture on her end, but she was sure her squeaky voice and red face would give her away.

The way her heart thunked, thunked, splatted, definitely did.

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