Spotlight & Giveaway: A Cowboy’s Song by Megan Ryder

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Megan Ryder to HJ!

Hi Megan and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, A Cowboy’s Song!

To start off, can you please tell us a little bit about this book?:

A Cowboy’s Song is the third book in the Redemption Ranch series and continues the story of three foster brothers who found a place to live on the ranch but still were looking for a home and a family of their own. This book is about the youngest, Ty Evans, who lost is biological family to a car accident when he was twelve years old and was then placed in foster care. He held himself apart, and even gave up music for many years, unwilling to open himself up after the loss of his family. But now, his brothers have both found love and their own paths forward in their lives and he feels like he’s standing still. He’s feeling a bit lost and wants to find his own place at the ranch and in his life, only he’s not sure the ranch in his place.

Piper is the daughter of country music royalty, only she hasn’t quite lived up to expectations either. Her last tour and album was a bit of a snooze-fest and she’s feeling the pressure to keep up with her parents and older brother, yet she’s not feeling the passion either. She’s invited to the ranch to be in Tara Rawling’s wedding, Ty’s older brother, and she meets Ty.

When Piper and Ty sing an original duet that Ty wrote for the bride and groom and it’s recorded and goes viral, it seems like they both have a new path in life. Piper’s career has a boost and Ty might have a new path – in Nashville. But the romance they started at the ranch may not be strong enough to deal with the outside pressures of the music industry and their own past insecurities.

This book is about finding your passion, your place, and that one person who sees who you really are and loves you for that.
 

Please share your favorite lines or quote(s) from this book:

“She disentangled herself from him and smoothed the fabric of his flannel shirt, trying to ignore the muscles underneath, and the fact that she had a bed just a hallway away.”

“… in that moment, he got it. He understood the peace that had finally settled over his brothers in the months since they’d met their women, the other halves of their souls.”

“Somewhere deep inside, she had always longed to have someone sing with her, have that soul-deep connection like her parents, yet she never thought it would be possible.”

“She was alone in a cabin with the sexiest man she had ever seen, and he wanted her. She wasn’t going to let her insecurities get the better of her. Not this time.”

“He swept her off her feet for the third time that night and proved that yes, the third time always was a charm, wild and crazy sex could shatter helmet-head, and bridesmaids always got the best sex. Always.
She loved being wrong.”

What inspired this book?

I used country music to get into the writing of this book, mainly because it was heavily weighted on the music aspect of the book. So, I spent a lot of time scrolling through Spotify and other music channels, listening for the right songs to support this book. I put the link to the resulting Spotify link here but you’ll find a lot of Jason Aldean on there and a few others.
Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Yj768NXWQHhvPSfWnG8T0?si=mJ0zF43yRyyJg54WJRZVGA

I was also fortunate to work with a songwriter who actually wrote the song that is in the book. Sierra Bernal is a talented singer/songwriter and the song in this book will be out soon with her singing it. Check out my social media around release day for links to the actual song. It came out GREAT!
Website: http://sierrabernal.com
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv2Fn8kaJYE32fP0gilCgPA
Spotify: sierrabernal

How did you ‘get to know’ your main characters? Did they ever surprise you?

Ty Evans was a tough character to write because I knew he had a challenging backstory. He lost his family when he was twelve in a car accident and he retreated after the accident to an almost mute state, giving up music and everything. He was lucky to have a social worker who sent him to Redemption Ranch instead of somewhere else, to help him work through everything. But, when I was planning this book, everyone was telling me it was too dark, too intense, and I knew I could not spend time on his history, on his backstory, but I couldn’t gloss over it either, because it was part of him. It made him who he was. So balancing his history with his present, showing how he could keep his family close, while embracing a future was going to be a tough act to follow. I was very surprised when I started writing a scene and he was getting ready to do an acoustic café in Nashville and out of the blue, old sheet music came out of his guitar case. It was music he had written before his parent’s death. His foster father had saved it and given it to his foster brothers “for the right time.” They had slipped it in there before he left for Nashville. I cried when I wrote that scene. It was unplanned and completely unexpected.

Piper was a little harder for me. Ty was so fully formed and I had two previous books to get to know him. But Piper was a little bit difficult to work out. I didn’t want her to be a diva because that didn’t fit, so I made her a bit shy and awkward, a bit of a loner honestly. She hated performing, was uncomfortable with it. But when she was dealing with the business side, she was the boss. That was her element. So I had to find ways to show that slowly and subtly because she didn’t even know it, but Ty could see it. And while a lot of people saw his talent, she saw the path forward for him, even a non-traditional one, willing to bend and work with him to find the right path.

As to getting to know them, I keep digging into who they are, and what circumstances in their past made them who they are. Then I ask, who do they need to be by the end of the book. And then I map out how to get there (allowing for some surprises along the way).

What was your favorite scene to write?

Secondary characters are so important in my books too. They add a richness to my story and a bit of comic relief too. So, one of my favorite scenes, which I almost cut, is this really fun scene where Piper and one of the other Bridesmaids had just gone to a larger city to get some naughty things for the bachelorette party. Piper, being a tour often and living in a city, doesn’t drive often so the other bridesmaid, Emma, offers to let her drive since the roads are pretty off the beaten track.

Ty walked out of the barn and saw a small dust cloud coming down the driveway toward the house. A silver GMC Sierra barreled down the dirt road, though barreled might have been a misnomer considering it was going pretty slow and weaving all over the place, even riding up on the grass in some places.
“Who is that?” West said. “They drunk or just stupid?”

“Looks like Emma’s truck. Wasn’t she taking Piper to Missoula for some shopping today?” Ty asked.

Both men headed toward the house and watched as the truck slowly came to a stop, just inches from the white fence rail Tara had just painted in front of the house. The passenger door opened, and Emma stumbled out and knelt on the dirt, miming kissing it.

“Thank you, Jesus. I’m safe.”

“Give it a rest, Emma. It wasn’t that bad,” Piper called out from inside the cab.

Emma glared from her place on her knees. “Are you kidding me? It was worse! Get out of my truck now. Poor Silver Sorceress. She’ll never be the same again. I can’t even sell her now. She’s ruined for all drivers.”

Piper opened the driver’s door and hopped down. “As promised, not a scratch or even a dent. I didn’t speed. And what kind of name is Silver Sorceress for a truck?”

“You’d have to get to the speed limit, which you never did. And she was magical, before you ruined her.”

Ty stared at the women, fighting a smile, while West laughed like a lunatic next to him. “Darlin’, you do know that you’re supposed to stay on one side of the road, right?”

She looked down the driveway. “Well, there wasn’t anything marked so it doesn’t matter, right?”

Emma groaned while West helped her up, still laughing. “Trust me, it didn’t matter if the road was marked or not. She didn’t stay within the lines.”

Piper scowled. “Most of the lines were dotted so that meant I could go around people. They went around me often enough.”

“It’s called self-preservation. Everyone wanted to be far away from you, even me. Keys, now.”

Piper tossed her the keys with a huff. Emma snatched them out of the air, then turned to Ty. “Never let her near your truck. She’s a menace.”

Ty held up his hands. “Don’t worry. No one drives my baby.” He ignored Piper’s glare and focused on Emma. “Was your shopping trip successful, or should we be expecting the state cops to come looking for you two?”

Piper sniffed and folded her arms. “It wasn’t that bad. Emma exaggerates. And yes, we were successful, but West can’t see.”

West held up his hands and backed off. “No problem. I’ll leave you in Ty’s very capable hands. And Piper? Hands off my truck too. I don’t think I have enough insurance.” He ducked and laughed, heading back to the barn.

Emma fanned herself. “I need some sustenance and medicine to recover. I’m sure Marie has something to help me. Hopefully, tequila or fireball. You can show Ty what we found. Just remember, I have my keys, so you can’t take my Sorceress. And you still owe me. Maybe more than one session now. I have to think on this. When I’ve recovered.” And she headed in the house, still looking a little unsteady on her feet. Fireball would not make her any steadier, and Ty mentally made a note to check on her before she left.

“So, what did you buy? Boots? Dresses? Fancy bridesmaids’ stuff?”
Piper looked a little uncomfortable. “I’m not sure these are the kinds of purchases you’d want to see.”

He had a brief fantasy of Piper fixing a cup of coffee wearing just the barest hint of white lace lingerie. Damn, was it getting hot out here? “Lacy things?”

Then he remembered why they were here. “Wait, for Tara? On second thought, I don’t need to see my sister-in-law’s unmentionables.”

She nodded eagerly, a little too eagerly. “Sure, that’s what they are. You don’t need to see them. You wouldn’t like them anyway.”

He crossed his arms in front of him, not believing her for an instant. “You’re going to need help getting all those bags to your cabin. I’m going to see something. Spill.”

She reached in the back of the cab and pulled out a few bags. “Trust me, you don’t want to see these things.”

She handed him a couple of big paper bags with handles and then grabbed a couple for herself. “This should be it. Emma can take the rest of the decorations for the hall.”

He opened one of the bags and peered inside. Cups. He pulled one out, arching his eyebrow as he displayed it for Piper. “Let’s raise a little hell before the wedding bells? What kind of party are you planning, Ms. Raines?”

He held up a packet of garland. “Last ride for the bride? Where are you taking her, and tell me you haven’t ordered strippers, because West will lose his mind.”

Piper flushed and snatched the package out of his hand. “You’ll have to ask Emma. I just went with her and helped her shop. That’s all.”

“Emma needs a keeper,” Ty grumbled. “And what the holy hell are these?”

He shook the package of bikini underwear in front of Piper’s face and she blushed bright red, which was actually adorable, but he was a little focused on the words scrawled on the underwear. She recovered very nicely, grabbing the package primly and giving him a schoolteacher look. “We’re all wearing these in solidarity with her. And you. Won’t. Be. Able. To. See. Them.”

She turned and flounced off, her dark hair in the ponytail swishing behind her, taunting him like a red rag to a bull. Damn it. He really wanted to see them on her, and nothing else. Her little pert butt sashaying away, attitude and all.

What was the most difficult scene to write?

The hardest scenes for me are always in the beginning – trying to get the characters right, showing how they initially appear to each other without giving too much away, and still making them sympathetic to the readers. Here is their first meet scene:

“Piper Raines?”

She darted a nervous gaze around, but the woman behind the counter had already moved on to something else and no one was nearby. “Not so loud, please. Are you West Morgan?”

“No, I’m his brother, Ty. Tara sent me to pick you up.”

She narrowed her eyes and studied him carefully. “Can you prove it? You could be a serial killer, and I’ve seen that episode of Dateline already. I don’t need to star in it.”

He froze for a moment. No one had ever questioned him or his word before—well, not since he’d come to live at Redemption Ranch, at least. But he supposed she was being smart, not blindly following him or anyone into the backcountry of Montana. He pulled out his phone and swiped through his camera roll to find a picture of him with Tara and his brothers.

“Will this help? I thought Tara was going to text you.”

Her eyes widened and a word he hadn’t expected dropped from under her breath. She fumbled in her carry-on bag, filling his arms with items. A bottle of water. A bag of licorice bits. A romance novel. Finally, she pulled out a large phone and clicked it on. She avoided his stare while it powered on. Within a few seconds, several twinkles sounded, along with a host of other alert sounds, and her face flushed. She cast a quick glance at him, but he kept his face impassive, even as he wondered at her choice of tones. She tapped the screen a few times then studied him more closely.

He gave her an innocent smile, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. She frowned and typed a response to a text message, then tucked her phone back in the bag and took the rest of the items from him.
“Satisfied?”

“You’re late,” she snapped. “My plane got in two hours ago.”

“This is our busy time, not that we have any downtime. You could have rented a car like most people do.” He gestured toward the car rental counters against the far wall of the baggage claim area. “You could have been at the ranch by now.”

She avoided his comment and grabbed the handle of the luggage. “Well, it’s done now. Can we go, please?”

She started to pull the oversized suitcase, but it was unbalanced and toppled, almost wiping her out in the process. He grabbed it with one hand before it hit the ground, and hauled her against him with the other, pulling her out of the way. The top of her head just about reached his chin, and he tried to ignore how perfectly she fit against him, the softness of her hair, and the way her eyes widened up at him with a flare of awareness in them.

He settled her on her feet and dropped his arm. “I’ve got this. Do you have anything else?”

She shook her head, looking as unsettled as he felt. “Just this. But I’ve got it.”
She hefted a hard, black guitar case and clutched it like a lifeline. He gave her a short nod, respect rising in him. He’d never let anyone else carry his guitar either. And the fact that she had tried to deal with her luggage herself and not expected him to do it, like he was a lackey, also impressed him. Now he was kind of feeling bad that he had left her waiting around when she wasn’t the prissy princess he had expected. He rolled her suitcase out of the airport and toward the parking lot, with Piper following a few steps behind.

Hopefully, she’d settle into the ranch and continue the self-sufficient ways. If she expected someone to cater to her, she’d have a rude awakening.

Would you say this book showcases your writing style or is it a departure for you?

I think it definitely showcases my style. My books tend to be very emotional yet there is humor and lighter moments too. But there is a strong sense of community and family, whether by blood or choice, people build bonds and work together in my stories. There are deep emotional scenes where characters bare their souls, yet they also laugh and joke and tease each other. Despite the challenging backstory, there is a nice balance I believe in this story.

What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

The whole series was about the family you create, and building those bonds, even if you don’t have a family of blood. But in this specific one, the key message is to open yourself up to those bonds, to connection, and to see each other, even if you have to open yourself up to risk because the reward is worth it.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I am currently working on a spin off to the Redemption Ranch series, which continues the secondary characters from the ranch. It’s Granite Junction, starting with Emma from this book. She’s feisty and is going for what she wants, finally, even if her cowboy has decided it’s time to move on!

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Excerpt from A Cowboy’s Song:

Ty Evans was having a shit day, literally. His jeans were crusted in mud and stuff he’d rather not examine too closely after the three-day spring roundup. He and his brothers, their hands, and various local ranchers had gathered to corral the new calves, brand, castrate, vaccinate, and tag them then release them back to their frantic mommas. Now, one day later, he was cleaning up the aftereffects and dealing with the residual exhaustion that dogged his every step. He could almost taste the beer and feel the hot water cascading over his body in his shower at the end of the day, just a couple of hours away. Unfortunately, it appeared life, and his soon-to-be sister-in-law had other plans.
Dundee flopped at his feet, panting heavily, and laid his head on Tara Rawlings’ foot, lifting blue soulful eyes that the border collie/Australian cattle dog mix was known for. Tara wrinkled her nose and slid her foot gingerly out from under his dirt-encrusted fur. Ty grunted and squatted to bury his fingers in the dog’s fur. Dundee’s back leg jerked in ecstasy.
“Welcome to ranch life, Tara. And the answer is no.”
She scowled. “How do you know I want to ask you something?”
He cocked his head up at her from his position bent over rubbing Dundee’s belly and arched his brow. “Because you’ve avoided the whole branding area for the past three days.”
She snorted. “That’s not a surprise. There’s not exactly a wealth of women hanging around watching you castrate these poor babies and burn their butts.” She waved her hand before he could even respond. “Yes, I know it needed to be done, but I don’t need to be here.”
He straightened and nudged Dundee to move along. Heaving a sigh, the dog got up and ambled off, as tired as the rest of them. He’d move a hell of a lot faster when it came time for his bath later, when he avoided Ty, but he was definitely getting a bath before he’d be allowed in the cabin for bedtime.
“You can’t avoid it forever. But I can avoid your question. Again, the answer is no. I’m tired, covered in shit and God knows what else, and I still have to bed down the remaining heavies.”
He referred to the remaining cows who were still pregnant and were being kept close to the house for the birth. He’d often spent the night in the barn with them to ensure they had someone monitoring them, since any rancher knew calves often came at the worst time, and he wanted to be certain someone was there to make sure there were no issues. The ranch hands rotated the job, but Ty took the duty most often, relishing the peace and quiet.
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, I had wedding things to do. And I don’t think you could stand in for me at my fittings. Speaking of which.”
She eyed him expectantly and he sighed. Like he’d really tell her no. She had come back to the ranch a year ago after her father—his foster father and the man who saved him—passed away, leaving he and his foster brothers the property. Together they had to figure out a way to make the ranch work, including new ranching methods and a guest ranch that was due to open any day now. West Morgan, one of Ty’s foster brothers and Tara’s fiancé, directed the ranch management and had kept them going while Tara was the mastermind behind the guest ranch. Chase, his other foster brother, had retired from bull riding, after putting his body on the line once too often to keep them afloat, and had come home to train horses. He was also married to their business manager, Hailey, keeping it all in the family.
Seemed like everyone was moving on with their lives, contributing to the ranch in some way. Everyone except Ty. He helped West with the cattle, sat with the heavies and managed the calving; he’d even started up the horses for the guest ranch, though Chase had taken that over now that he was back. So, where did all of this leave him?
Oh yeah, running errands for the blushing bride, who was actually glaring at him while he was woolgathering. He avoided her stare and picked up his scattered tools. “As you can see, I’m in no shape to be doing anything.”
She hiked her hip on the fence and bit her lower lip. “I could ask West to pick her up at the airport, I suppose. I had hoped to spend some time with him tonight, since I haven’t seen him in forever.”
Ty dropped his head. Such blatant manipulation. West and the guys had been putting in extra time bringing in the herd for the spring calving and branding, checking the pastures and seeing how they’d fared over the harsh Montana winter. West had wanted to get most of it done before the wedding so he could take time away for the honeymoon guilt-free. It wasn’t that West didn’t trust Ty or Chase or the hands. He just subscribed to their foster father’s old adage of leading from the front and doing everything himself, with a healthy dose of older brother control freak thrown in. So West and Chase hadn’t had time for their significant others, and Chase had a kid now, a six-year-old stepson he needed to spend time with. That left Ty out, and available for Tara’s errands. He’d be a first-class jackass if he said no.
Dammit.
“Fine. Do I have time left to take a shower?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’d prefer it. But make it fast. Her flight lands in a couple of hours and I don’t want her sitting around the airport where anyone could see her. That’s the last thing she needs right about now.”

Ty cursed under his breath and strode into the airport terminal. Thanks to construction rerouting traffic around Missoula International Airport—the name made the one-terminal airport sound grander than it really was—he was late picking up Tara’s friend, someone he’d never even met, though he pretty much had her pegged already. Boarding schools, Nashville country music star, daughter of country music royalty. Yeah, she was probably going to be a pain in the ass, not even able to handle getting her own rental from their airport to the ranch. And she’d be pissed he was late, assuming he was. He actually didn’t recall the exact flight she was coming in on, having left the slip of paper with the flight number in his cabin.
He headed into the baggage area and scanned the arrivals board. No flights coming in from Nashville. Damn it. He shouldn’t have left the paper at home. His brothers were checking on the calves, and he sure as hell wasn’t calling Tara to tell her he forgot the flight information. He turned and scanned the seating area surrounding baggage claim and didn’t notice a woman sitting alone, not anyone who looked like she was waiting for him. He pulled up his phone and called up her name. There was one advantage to picking up a Nashville star. He could find out what she looked like and not be a complete idiot.
Piper Raines.
The web page was filled with several hits, including a video and audio from her latest tour now blasting out from his phone. Her long, mahogany hair flared around her, teased to the hilt, makeup caking her face, with a sprinkling of glitter dusted over the top. She wore skintight jeans with strategically placed tears, a brand name that probably cost more than his truck, a pair of boots that had never seen a day of work, and a plaid shirt cinched at her waist to accentuate her curvy frame and leaving a teasing glimpse of her cleavage and a flash of skin around her waist. The lights flashed around her as she danced on the stage around her backup musicians, flirting and dancing.
He snorted. Must be a rough life, singing other people’s songs, not even writing your own music or playing an instrument. Just show up, sing, sign a few autographs, and go home. No wonder her last tour had poor attendance, according to the headlines under the images on the search page. He glanced around the mostly empty baggage area, looking for someone who vaguely resembled the famous Piper Raines or a crowd of people who might be gathered to pay homage to her. No dice.
Dammit. He might have to call Tara and admit defeat.
He sauntered over to the information desk, where a blonde woman eyed him with appreciation. He gave her a winning smile, hoping to cover for the fact that he was kind of a dumbass. “I’m a little late picking up a guest for the ranch, and I’m hoping you can help me. When was the last flight from Nashville?”
She flashed him a big smile and her fingers flew over the keys. “We don’t have any direct flights from Nashville to Montana. But there was a flight that came in from Denver two hours ago, and there’s one from Dallas in about two hours. Maybe your guest is on one of those? Do you know which airlines he was on?”
“She,” he said absently as he tried to remember, and the woman’s expression changed from flirty to closed, her posture stiffening.
“Sorry. There isn’t much more I can do, sir.” Her tone was definitely more professional now, more distant.
“Excuse me. Are you looking for me, perhaps?”
Ty shifted on his boot heel and looked down at a petite, pixyish woman standing behind him, her hip cocked out to the side, a couple pieces of well-worn luggage next to her. Her dark brown eyes flashed fire at him, her full lips pursed in an irritated frown, and her posture screamed attitude. He tilted the brim of his hat and let his gaze travel over her, not seeing the woman from the video, nor the piles of expensive luggage he had been expecting.
“Piper Raines?”
She darted a nervous gaze around, but the woman behind the counter had already moved on to something else and no one was nearby. “Not so loud, please. Are you West Morgan?”
“No, I’m his brother, Ty. Tara sent me to pick you up.”
She narrowed her eyes and studied him carefully. “Can you prove it? You could be a serial killer, and I’ve seen that episode of Dateline already. I don’t need to star in it.”
He froze for a moment. No one had ever questioned him or his word before—well, not since he’d come to live at Redemption Ranch, at least. But he supposed she was being smart, not blindly following him or anyone into the backcountry of Montana. He pulled out his phone and swiped through his camera roll to find a picture of him with Tara and his brothers.
“Will this help? I thought Tara was going to text you.”
Her eyes widened and a word he hadn’t expected dropped from under her breath. She fumbled in her carry-on bag, filling his arms with items. A bottle of water. A bag of licorice bits. A romance novel. Finally, she pulled out a large phone and clicked it on. She avoided his stare while it powered on. Within a few seconds, several twinkles sounded, along with a host of other alert sounds, and her face flushed. She cast a quick glance at him, but he kept his face impassive, even as he wondered at her choice of tones. She tapped the screen a few times then studied him more closely.
He gave her an innocent smile, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. She frowned and typed a response to a text message, then tucked her phone back in the bag and took the rest of the items from him.
“Satisfied?”
“You’re late,” she snapped. “My plane got in two hours ago.”
“This is our busy time, not that we have any downtime. You could have rented a car like most people do.” He gestured toward the car rental counters against the far wall of the baggage claim area. “You could have been at the ranch by now.”
She avoided his comment and grabbed the handle of the luggage. “Well, it’s done now. Can we go, please?”
She started to pull the oversized suitcase, but it was unbalanced and toppled, almost wiping her out in the process. He grabbed it with one hand before it hit the ground, and hauled her against him with the other, pulling her out of the way. The top of her head just about reached his chin, and he tried to ignore how perfectly she fit against him, the softness of her hair, and the way her eyes widened up at him with a flare of awareness in them.
He settled her on her feet and dropped his arm. “I’ve got this. Do you have anything else?”
She shook her head, looking as unsettled as he felt. “Just this. But I’ve got it.”
She hefted a hard, black guitar case and clutched it like a lifeline. He gave her a short nod, respect rising in him. He’d never let anyone else carry his guitar either. And the fact that she had tried to deal with her luggage herself and not expected him to do it, like he was a lackey, also impressed him. Now he was kind of feeling bad that he had left her waiting around when she wasn’t the prissy princess he had expected. He rolled her suitcase out of the airport and toward the parking lot, with Piper following a few steps behind.
Hopefully, she’d settle into the ranch and continue the self-sufficient ways. If she expected someone to cater to her, she’d have a rude awakening.

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Book Info:

Can they build a future on a shaky foundation?

Tyler “Ty” lost everything in a car accident when he was twelve, retreating into his shell so tightly that it took months for him to come out again. Music and the ranch saved him, and he will always be grateful to his foster family for saving his life. Now, with the ranch on financial tenterhooks, he wonders if he can use his music to contribute to the solution.

Piper Raines is the daughter of a legendary country music family. While her parents and brother are all famous, her attempt at an independent career went off the rails, and, with exhaustion and stress and bad press dogging her every step, she needs a place to recover. When Piper is invited to vacation at the ranch, Piper and Ty connect through horses and music. After a video duet of Piper and Ty goes viral, they’re invited to sing in Nashville, which also provides added pressure, stressing their new relationship.

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Meet the Author:

Ever since Megan Ryder discovered Jude Deveraux and Judith McNaught while sneaking around the “forbidden” romance section of the library one day after school, she has been voraciously devouring romance novels of all types. Now a romance author in her own right, Megan pens sexy contemporary novels all about family and hot lovin’ with the boy next door. She lives in Connecticut, spending her days as a technical writer and her spare time divided between her addiction to knitting and reading.
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