September 5, 2018 5 min to read

Release Blitz: Cowboy Come Home by Sinclair Jayne

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Title: Cowboy Come Home
Series: The 79th Copper Mountain Rodeo #3
Author: Sinclair Jayne
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 4, 2018




Rodeo cowboy Boone Telford feels like he’s running out of time to make his mark. By his age, his father was an All-Around-Cowboy multiple times and his siblings are all highly accomplished in their fields. Boone vows that this is his year to stand out and finally be a champion as long as he remains focused, but a beautiful masseuse he met on a quick detour to the beach has given him a glimpse of a happy life that doesn’t involve buckles or prize money. Is loving Piper and settling down on his family’s Montana ranch giving up his dreams and destiny? When he pulls into his home town of Marietta, he knows it’s now or never, and he probably needs to let Piper go.

Masseuse Piper Wiley is doing the one thing she swore she never would–following a man who’s chasing his career from town to town. The daughter of an Army colonel, Piper’s lived all over the world, but has always craved permanence and belonging. Meeting Boone was unexpected and powerful. Love at first sight. But can she convince her cowboy to finally come home and make his mark with her?









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“You good?”
Boone jerked his head yes and tried not to stare at the swinging double doors of Grey’s saloon. He knew he was waiting for Piper. His father, the legendary rodeo star, the bronc and bull rider who’d single-handedly saved his family’s ranch with his daring and earnings, saw too much, and Boone felt ten again and wished he’d taken his dad up on the beer. But he knew if he kept silent the moment, such as it was, would pass.
“Hoping you’ll stop at the ranch on your way out,” his dad finally said into the fraught silence. “Got some equipment that needs your magic touch.”
Boone nodded. Anything mechanical he could handle. His life, though? He seemed always poised to fuck it up.
“And I’ll need your help with the rodeo sound system, later today or early tomorrow.” His dad didn’t change tone, but Boone knew he was confused and disappointed. And fishing for answers, but if his dad said anything else, Boone .
didn’t hear it because right then Piper flowed through the double doors.
They immediately locked eyes, and it was just like the first time. Every time he saw her it was like the first time—that sense of falling, of breathlessness, and of a recognition that went soul-deep even as it made no sense.
“’Scuze me. Going to ask a girl to dance.” Boone pulled away from his wall slouch, handed his pool cue to a cowboy who’d been watching and walked toward Piper with purpose.

It was a mistake.
Boone would have told her he was from Marietta.
He wouldn’t have let her read all about the town on the web site like that and let her go on and on about the town and how cute it was, and how she felt at home here when he was the one who was home.
The announcer read a few stats, even told a joke or two while Piper stared numbly at a beautiful blonde woman and a younger version of her holding up a sign with a picture of Boone. Piper recognized the young woman she’d seen briefly yesterday as the singer of “America the Beautiful” from the grand reopening. They were in the family section with another couple and a tween girl who held up another Boone sign.
Piper had never sat in the family section.
And she hadn’t been invited today to sit with his real family.
The chute opened and Boone, nearly horizontal to the bronc, burst out. His left hand was stretched out high as the bronc bucked, swinging its body sideways before slamming up and down. Boone kept his body loose and nimble anticipating the moves before they happened, but it still astonished Piper how Boone held on. How any of them held on to such a wicked force of physics.
She laughed a guttural ‘ha’ as if to see if she could still speak.
She couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Naïve.
Great sex wasn’t love.
And Boone definitely didn’t love her. And traveling with Boone for another month until the tour finished wouldn’t make a difference.
Eight seconds. The audience roared their approval. Piper clutched the fence like she was going to fall and stared, still in total shock. The cheers, the dirt, the smell of sawdust, hotdogs and popcorn and animal all just floated around in some other world she wasn’t a part of.
She’d been lying to herself as clearly as Boone had been lying.



Sinclair has loved reading romance novels since she discovered Barbara Cartland historical romances when she was in sixth grade. By seventh grade, she was haunting the library shelves looking to fall in love over and over again with the heroes born from the imaginations of her favorite authors. After teaching writing classes and workshops to adults and teens for many years in Seattle and Portland, she returned to her first love of reading romances and became an editor for Tule Publishing last year. Sinclair lives in Oregon’s wine country where she and her family own a small vineyard of Pinot Noir and where she dreams of being able to write at a desk like Jane Austen instead of in parking lots waiting for her kids to finish one of their 12,000 extracurricular activities.




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