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Zusatztext Praise for A COWBOY UNDER THE MISTLETOE "Clare packs on the holiday cheer with ugly Christmas sweaters and vivid! festive descriptions of holiday joy. Minimal drama and a well-developed plot make this novel pure pleasure."— Publishers Weekly (starred review) " A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe is crazy good with mistletoe kisses and a winter wonderland small town magic...I eagerly await Jessica Clare’s next book."—Fresh Fiction Informationen zum Autor New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jessica Clare writes under three pen names. As Jessica Clare, she writes erotic contemporary romances, including the Billionaire Boys Club novels and the Hitman novels with Jen Frederick. As Jessica Sims, she writes fun, sexy shifter paranormals, and as Jill Myles, she writes a little bit of everything, from sexy, comedic urban fantasy to fairy tales gone wrong. Klappentext 'Tis the season for starting over for one military man turned cowboy in this new novel by the New York Times bestselling author of The Cowboy and His Baby. Former Navy master-at-arms Jason Clements is down on his luck and calling in one last favor. His cousin has secured him a job opportunity as a cowboy working at Price Ranch in Wyoming. Too bad Jason has never even saddled a horse. If he can keep this job without his PTSD getting in the way, it'll be a Christmas miracle. Local busybody Sage Cooper loves Painted Barrel something fierce, but it's time for her to move on. Since her father passed away, the family ranch feels too big for just her, and there's no chance of finding a husband in this small town. To the rest of the world, she's just another local fixture, known for her closet full of ugly Christmas sweaters and being perpetually single. It isn't until Jason shows up in desperate need of a cowboy crash course that Sage discovers a tall, dark, and handsome reason to stick around. And with the holidays coming up, Sage is in need of a date for a special event-maybe they'll turn out to be each other's best Christmas present. Chapter One He had arrived. Jason Clements drove his small pickup truck down the long gravel driveway that led to the Price Ranch, which was to be his new home and place of work. He didn't stare at the farmhouse for too long, but instead focused on the scenery. Wyoming was very wide-open, he saw, and he liked that. There were mountains in the distance, but here surrounding the ranch it was very flat. He found that comforting. No place for snipers to hide. He liked the look of the place, with its pristine snowy ground, the frosted trees, the crisp scent of the air, and the white-capped mountains in the distance. That all seemed mighty nice. Then he saw the herd of cattle. His mouth went dry at the sight of so many of the big animals. That sure seemed like a lot of livestock. And he was going to be a cowboy? Maybe this was a bad idea. Then again, he didn't have a lot of options left. He parked his truck in the driveway, thinking. He'd worked as an auto mechanic last, until a car in the parking lot backfired and he hit the deck, sweating. His coworkers had stared at him so hard that when he could stand, he'd brushed himself off and walked out the door. He'd never gone back. The job before that was truck driving, but he'd hated the long hours in the enclosed cab and the constant stops at motels. He never felt safe. Before that? It was a string of utterly forgettable jobs, all sabotaged in one way or another because he couldn't forget the past. In a tight moment, his brain still thought he was in Afghanistan, in that ambush. And that usually ruined everything for him. But this place was open and spacious, and there weren't a lot of overhanging buildings with second floors or high ledges or anyth...
