Cherish Me, Cowboy By Alissa Callen

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cowboy Up

I blame Louis L’Amour and growing up in the country for my cowboy addiction. Whether my characters are riding the range in Montana or working cattle in the red dust of the Australian Outback, my books all feature a hero (or heroine in the case of Cherish Me, Cowboy) who embodies the cowboy code.

Life on the land can be challenging and it takes a certain set of timeless values to survive. A cowboy needs to be resilient, courageous and honourable. He needs to finish what he starts and to do what needs to be done. His word needs to be his bond and his loyalty unquestionable. A cowboy also needs respect for himself as well as those around him.

A cowboy’s body is honed by hard work out in the sun, rain or snow. His work ethic and commitment ensures that when he rides for a brand he won’t deviate. His toughness is always tempered by tenderness. And last but not least, a cowboy looks good in dust, boots and denim.

Books, film and television offer up a raft of cowboy heroes/heroines and I’d love to hear who your favourite may be. I will be giving away a kindle eBook copy of Cherish Me, Cowboy to one lucky commentator who will be chosen at random.

Cherish Me, Cowboy


Working cowgirl, Payton Hollis, has no time for hairdryers, heels and helplessness. She must save her home, Beargrass Hills Ranch. She also has no time for men. She already is boot-deep in blue-eyed cowboy trouble.

City-boy, Cordell Morgan, isn’t who he seems. His fancy suit and slow smile hide dark secrets. Secrets as to why his hands are callused, why he never stays around and why he has really come to Marietta, Montana.

Can a sassy cowgirl lower her guard for a man who will soon be gone? And can a man who believes emotions are nothing but a liability take the ultimate risk?


“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Trinity said, her words ending in a drawn-out sigh.

Payton didn’t have to look up from scanning the rodeo program to know her friend salivated over a man. Trinity had only come to the 76th Copper Mountain Rodeo for one thing – cowboys. Luckily Payton had come for the events. She read the list once again. She’d run late helping a cow calve and if Trinity and Mandy didn’t stop dawdling to look at the masculine scenery they’d never make it to the main arena to catch the tie-down roping.

“I hear you,” Mandy replied from Payton’s left, a dreamy note in her voice. “Come on Pay, take a look. You can’t be all work and no play. The view will make your day.”

Payton sighed. She’d have no peace until she threw a token glance toward the cowboy. She looked up from the program. “You guys, the only thing that will make –” Her jaw dropped.

The cowboy, dressed in jeans, chaps and a blue western shirt, who tied a black horse to the side of a trailer was the last person she’d expected to see.


Mandy giggled. “Trinity, mark this day. Payton’s mouth is hanging open and she isn’t checking out a nice piece of horseflesh. Eliza might be on the other side of the world honeymooning in Australia, but I’m going to have to call her.”

Cheeks burning, Payton snapped her mouth shut. “No, you don’t. Leave Eliza and Seth in peace. It’s not what you think.”

“So tell us what it is like, then,” Mandy said with a raised fine brow.

“That’s Cordell.”

“You know him?” Trinity asked, green eyes round. “Because I can guarantee he’s not from around here.”

“He’s not. That’s the cowboy leasing Henry’s land.”

Mandy grabbed her arm. “The one staying with you.”

“Yes. Three doors down the hall.”

“We are so having a girls’ night in at your place,” Mandy said. “How does next Friday sound?”

Payton laughed. “No way. I’m not sitting through one of those chick flicks with you again. But I might consider cooking dinner one night if you let go of my arm before I lose all feeling in my fingers.”

“Sorry,” Mandy said with an unrepentant grin, releasing her. “I can’t believe you were holding out on us.”

“I wasn’t. I told you about him.”

“You did, but you left out a few important details.” The laughter in Trinity’s eyes dimmed. “He might look good in his Wrangler jeans but is he a good guy? You shouldn’t be out there alone with him, if he isn’t. When are Joe and Maria back?”

“Joe and Maria won’t be back for another week but it’s fine, Trin. I can take care of myself. And, yes, he’s a good guy. I wasn’t expecting him for a couple more days. I guess that’s why I looked … surprised.”

A dimple flickered in Trinity’s cheek as she smiled. “Yes, the expression on your face was pure … surprise.”

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