Gage

"I immediately fell in love with Gage." ~Amazon Reviewer

"Her writing is moving, sensuous, amusing, heartfelt, realistic, insightful, humbling, and just - damn good." ~Amazon Reviewer


After nearly losing his friend in a logging accident, Gage Barringer is convinced now more than ever that he needs to find a different job. But his side business of breaking colts at the small Montana ranch he inherited from his grandfather doesn't earn him enough money. He has his mind set on running The Raven's Nest, a popular bar and restaurant near his ranch. The original owner has died and Gage is waiting for it to be put up for sale. But there is a five-foot-four, brown eyed, obstacle in his way, an obstacle with lips made for sin and a voice made for breaking hearts. And Summer Donovan is one road block Gage Barringer won't be able to find a way around.

*Gage is a full-length novel and part of The Barringer Brothers series but can be read as a standalone.

Sneak Peek at Gage: 

The massive guy watched me with what seemed to be a slightly intoxicated, slightly angry gaze as he slid into the booth where a half-empty bottle of whiskey sat. “Rita,” I said questioningly.

Rita followed the direction of my stare. “That’s Gage Barringer. He owns a ranch a few miles down the road from your place. He just came down the mountain after a long week logging. Likes to blow off a little steam in here. That logging is a tough job.” Rita continued drying the glasses behind the counter. “He’s a sight, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he’s extraordinary, but by blowing off steam—” I looked over at her. “I just saw him walk out of the ladies’ restroom behind that girl who just left. And he was dragging a chair—” 

Rita forced back a smile, which, of course, assured me of what I was thinking. “I’ll get him a hamburger,” she said. “He’ll need to sober up some before he drives home.”

I reached over to the tray that held the cutlery folded in napkins. “I’ll go set his table.” 

He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to change colors beneath the pitifully inconsistent lighting in the restaurant. He peered up at me through heavy lids as I leaned over the table and placed the silverware down. 

“You must be the new owner.” His voice was deep enough to go with the imposing shoulder width and brazen gaze.

“I’m Russell’s granddaughter, Summer.”

“Summer?”

“Yes, Summer.”

“We don’t get much of that up here. Summer, that is.”

“Very clever. Well, you’ve got it now. And I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t use my ladies’ restroom as your personal brothel.”

A smile tipped the side of his mouth, and if it hadn’t been so obnoxious, it would have been appealing. “Never had to pay for sex in my life.”

Tropes:

• Fish out of water
• Alpha hero
• Different worlds
• Grumpy sunshine
• Emotional scars