The Matchmaker and the Cowboy, an all-new heartfelt and moving small-town standalone romance set in the Windsong Series from USA Today bestselling author Robin Bielman is available now!
Callie Carmichael has a gift for making bridesmaid dresses—some even call them magical. Somehow, every person who’s worn one of her dresses has found love. Real love. And as long as that happily-ever-after is for someone else, Callie is happy. Because she’s fully over getting her heart broken…which is why her new roommate is definitely going to be a problem.
After being overseas for six months, Callie’s only choice is to stay with her best friend’s ridiculously hot brother, Hunter Owens. Cowboy, troublemaker, and right now, the town’s most coveted bachelor. Only, Hunter isn’t quite the player she thought. And if it weren’t for her whole “no more love” thing, their setup could get confusing really fast.
Now, Hunter wants Callie to make him a best man suit—a “lucky for love” kind of suit. But what happens if she makes the suit and he finds true love…and it isn’t her?
Each book in the Windsong series is STANDALONE:
* The Wedding Crasher and the Cowboy
* The Matchmaker and the Cowboy
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Hunter woke with a start. He hated the recurring dream where he was falling off the roof of the barn, only this time he was falling into the wide mouth of a giant spider with a Gene Simmons KISS tongue.
He was pretty sure spiders didn’t have tongues, but his head hurt too much to dwell on it.
Swallowing thickly, his eyes landed on someone sitting in the corner chair. He wasn’t too surprised to have company; his family worried about him. However, there was nothing familial about the beautiful redhead watching him. He’d dreamed about her last night, or rather pictured her here with him when he’d gotten up to use the bathroom.
Obviously, his mind was still playing tricks on him, a damn shame considering the best cure he could think of was Callie Carmichael in his bunkhouse.
“Are you okay?” Dream Callie asked. She had a soft voice that soothed all his aching muscles. “You squealed in your sleep.”
Definitely still dreaming, since he’d never squealed in his life. “I’d be better if you climbed in here with me,” he drawled lazily. He’d kicked off his pajama bottoms during the night so had nothing on underneath the sheets, and a certain part of him loved the idea of her joining him. She, on the other hand, wore long-sleeved navy pajamas with white polka dots on them. Not what he would’ve picked, but he couldn’t control every dream.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and assume your fever is making you delirious.”
He put his palm on his forehead. Yep, a definite heatwave was happening.
Wait. He didn’t normally feel himself while dreaming. Was Callie actually sitting in his bedroom? Or had he died and gone to heaven?
“You’re not a figment of my imagination?”
Rather than answer him, she got to her feet, came closer, and put out her hand.
For him to touch.
Hot damn. He still wasn’t clear on why she was here, but he didn’t care. She’d never offered any part of herself to him before, so he’d take it. Her light green eyes were softer than he’d ever seen them and her curly hair wild, like she’d been here all night, sleeping on his couch.
As far as gifts went, this took the top spot. He could tell himself all day he’d moved on from his crush, but this close to her, he forgot about the promise he’d made to himself.
The bed covers slipped slightly as he lifted an arm free to touch the top of her delicate hand. Soft, warm skin met his, just like he’d imagined.
She pulled her arm back and returned to the chair, too far away for his liking. “Now that we’ve got that settled, how are you feeling this morning?”
He pushed himself all the way up to a sitting position, exposing his bare chest as the sheet slid to his waist. She maintained perfect eye contact like she couldn’t care less about checking him out. Holy cow, she was here. He knew this because she never gave him the once-over. Never paid him much attention beyond politeness.
Last night when he’d gotten up to relieve himself buck naked, she had been standing a mere five feet away. And a minute ago he’d asked her to join him in bed…
About Robin Bielman
Robin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops (and by frequent she means daily but she’s trying to break the habit), and spend time with her family.
Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby (see above) and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch on social! xoxo
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