Rachel Sorentino has spent her whole life protecting her siblings from trouble—only to run headlong into it herself. Her first regret about shooting at the vandals targeting her family is that her aim wasn't better. Her second is that when bullets started flying, it was Sheriff Vaughn Cooper's number she dialed. Vaughn is the mistake she keeps on making, a cowboy lawman who cuts through Rachel's surface bravado to the vulnerability no one else sees. And no matter how inconvenient their attraction—for his career, her tangled case, and their already battered hearts—there's no denying what feels so irresistibly right…
Book Boyfriend: Vaughn Cooper
Name: Vaughn Cooper, the hero featured in COWBOY JUSTICE
Looks: 6’ tall, Italian-Irish heritage, wavy black hair, and he always has his black Stetson handy.
Occupation: New Mexico County Sheriff
Hobbies: hanging out with his friends, fantasy baseball, trail riding
Exercise: training for half marathons with daily runs
His passions: horses, his family, and wiping out corruption in his beloved county.
What he’s looking for in a woman: someone who’s strong and independent, loves horses, won’t make him eat vegetables, appreciates his sense of humor, and likes to get kinky and creative in the bedroom.
Status: Most Eligible Bachelor in Quay County, New Mexico
Get to Know Vaughn in this Exclusive Excerpt from COWBOY JUSTICE...
It had been over a year since Rachel had looked at Vaughn long enough to really see him. Their mistakes in the interim had taken place in the dark of night, and were over too soon for her to notice anything but the way he made her feel. His thick, dark hair was a smidge longer than she remembered, combed and held in place with a touch of gel. A new scar, an inch-long jagged line that still glowed pink, ran along his jaw near his right ear, and time had etched new laugh lines into the corners of his blue eyes.
"Has anything like this ever occurred on your ranch before? The graffiti or the people trespassing?"
She shrugged, then grunted when it sent a stab of pain through her injured arm. "A dozen or so times in the past four months. I kept photographic records on my camera and computer. I'll hand the pictures over to you."
He stared at her for a heartbeat, then vaulted from his seat and yanked the privacy curtain around her bed. "A dozen times? “Why didn’t you tell me?”
"I have my reasons," she whispered.About the Author
Melissa Cutler knows she has the best job in the world, dividing her time between her dual passions for writing sexy contemporary romances for Kensington Books and edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense for Harlequin.
She was struck at an early age by an unrelenting travel bug and is probably planning her next vacation as you read this. When she's not globetrotting, she's enjoying Southern California's flip-flop wearing weather and wrangling two rambunctious kids.