Book Title: Opposing the Cowboy
Author: Margo Bond Collins
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Opposing the Cowboy by Margo Bond Collins ♥♥♥♥
Margo is new to me but a delightful surprise. I am giddy at having another author on my list of those to read.
LeeAnn was a quirky girl at least that’s what Jonah thinks. He is at a loss of what to do at first when he finds out Leeann uses “yoga as a nervous habit.”
This romance is wonderfully played out and the ending was a surprise worth reading to get too.
I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review.
Yoga teacher LeeAnn Walker has no desire to see the unspoilt beauty of her grandmother's ranch violated by a greedy oil company. But unless she finds the paperwork confirming she owns the mineral rights, that's exactly what could happen. The worst part? The guy spearheading the whole mess is none other than the hot and sexy stranger LeeAnn just kissed to make her ex jealous.
Jonah Hamilton thought his day was looking up until he found out the gorgeous blonde who kissed the hell out of him is the same stubborn woman he came to town for. And she’s not too happy to find out she might be forced to allow drilling on her land.
But Jonah has a job to do, even if LeeAnn tempts him to turn his professionalism into something much more personal…
LeeAnn crouched down low and peered around the corner. Catching a glimpse of movement near the green pickup, she ducked back behind the brick wall again.
“I really think this is a bad idea,” Kylie hissed from behind her.
“No, it’s not,” LeeAnn said, trying to keep her voice to a whisper. “Those things are offensive. Seriously, what man in his right mind hangs plastic testicles off the trailer hitch of his truck?” She didn’t give Kylie a chance to respond before continuing. “I’ll tell you who. A rude, sexist, obnoxious jerk whose truck takes the place of any real masculinity he might have. That’s who.” By the time she finished her mini rant, her voice had risen to something below a shout.
Kylie slapped at her back. “Would you shut up, please? If you’re really going to do this, just go, already.”
Nodding, LeeAnn hefted the garden shears in one hand. “I still say we should have tried to find some real bolt cutters.”
“I think those might be illegal,” her friend said.
“And I think that Truck Nutz ought to be outlawed, too.” Standing up straight, LeeAnn put her back against the wall. This time, there was no movement when she looked out at the truck. “Okay,” she said. “You come with me and keep an eye out.”
The two of them scuttled out from behind the building and into the parking lot, dashing from car to car to avoid the yellow pools of light under the lampposts dotting the pavement.
When they reached the pickup, LeeAnn crouched down and grabbed Kylie’s hand, dragging the shop owner down beside her. “Look at these,” she hissed, gesturing at the dangling ornament. “They’re tacky and disgusting.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Kylie said. “I don’t want to do this. I think castrating someone else’s truck might be even more illegal than carrying bolt cutters.”
“You know he thinks they make him manlier.” LeeAnn centered the shears on the coated wire that attached the offending decoration to the hitch.
“And Cole will never let me hear the end of it if we get caught.” Kylie began chewing on her bottom lip—a nervous habit she’d had for as long as LeeAnn had known her.
“He’s. Better. Off. Without. Them.” Tiny grunts punctuated each word as LeeAnn began applying pressure to the shears, working to force them through the wire.
“We’ll end up in the tabloids again.” Clasping her hands together, Kylie rocked back and forth slightly. “I can see the headlines: Cole Grayson’s Girlfriend Arrested for Emasculating a Truck.”
“There,” LeeAnn said triumphantly. “One wire down, one to go.”
“That’s it. I’m going to jail,” Kylie whispered.
With a slight thunk, the shears severed the second wire, and the flesh-colored object fell into LeeAnn’s waiting palm. “Gross,” she said.