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How to Fall for a Cowboy
How to Fall for a Cowboy
Cassandra Joelle
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Tropes in this book: No Spice Romance, Small Town, and Cowboy
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She's Glossy Nails. He's Flakey Crust. The Plan? Half-Baked.
In the town of Maple Haven, Wyoming, Autumn isn't just a season- it's a celebration. Ginger Hart is spending the season like she has for the past year: hopelessly crushing on Dallas, the gym bro who communicates in motivational quotes. In her quest for his attention, Ginger’s lost more than a few pounds- maybe, a bit of herself. As the town gears up for the annual Pumpkin Stampede, something (or rather someone) rolls into town in a pumpkin-themed dessert truck parked right outside Ginger’s salon. Behind the counter? Ex bull-rider Tucker Callahan. He’s all cowboy hat and delicious sweets- basically everything Ginger’s been trying to resist. When they decide to fake date for his image and for her to get Dallas' attention, he proposes one sugary-sweet condition. As cozy sparks fly, Ginger begins to wonder if God’s sweetest plans aren’t always the ones we bake up ourselves.
In the town of Maple Haven, Wyoming, Autumn isn't just a season- it's a celebration. Ginger Hart is spending the season like she has for the past year: hopelessly crushing on Dallas, the gym bro who communicates in motivational quotes. In her quest for his attention, Ginger’s lost more than a few pounds- maybe, a bit of herself. As the town gears up for the annual Pumpkin Stampede, something (or rather someone) rolls into town in a pumpkin-themed dessert truck parked right outside Ginger’s salon. Behind the counter? Ex bull-rider Tucker Callahan. He’s all cowboy hat and delicious sweets- basically everything Ginger’s been trying to resist. When they decide to fake date for his image and for her to get Dallas' attention, he proposes one sugary-sweet condition. As cozy sparks fly, Ginger begins to wonder if God’s sweetest plans aren’t always the ones we bake up ourselves.
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