The Devil in the Saddle by Julia London
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia London brings readers another charming, sexy contemporary western.
A devil in her path... No one cheats on a Prince and gets away with it. And Hallie—Texas socialite, would-be ballerina, and the only daughter of the renowned Prince family—is ready to give her two-timing fiancé a piece of her mind. But fate plants hot, sexy ranch hand and ex-Army Ranger Rafael Fontana quite literally in her way. Her childhood friend is all grown up. He’s sexy, he’s handsome, and suddenly, after all these years, Hallie is taking notice. A princess in his heart... Rafe has been in love with Hallie since they were kids, but he was always the help—and she was glamorous and popular, seemingly off-limits to a lowly cowboy. But now he’s back at Three Rivers Ranch to help his family and Hallie is there too—and she needs his support. Soon long-buried feelings boil to the surface, and the desire between them is hot and palpable and undeniable. Rafe realizes he wants Hallie—and her adorable puppy—for keeps… he just has to convince her to give true love another shot.
Series: The Princes of Texas #2
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The Devil In The Saddle by Julia London
In The Devil In The Saddle, Julia London writes about the essence of a couple’s friendship and the depth of their emotions toward each other.
Hallie Prince finds herself at the crossroads of her life and tries to do something about it. Her childhood friend, Rafe Fontana, is always someone she could count on, but she then notices her childhood friend is no longer a boy but a man all grown up.
Rafe is handsome and sexy. As for Rafe, he has been in love with Hallie since they were kids, but he sees himself as a lowly cowboy, and Hallie Prince is the glamorous princess of the Prince clan. The attraction between them is hot and palpable and undeniable.
The Devil in The Saddle by Julia London is a romantic story of starting over and giving true love another chance.
Excerpt of Devil in The Saddle by Julia London
Hallie dressed in jeans and western boots— the cute black ones with the big splashy yellow flowers— and made her way to the stables. She was surprised to see Rafe already in the paddock with two saddled horses. He was leaning against a post, his arms crossed, waiting for her. He watched her walk through the gate and make her way across the sand and loam. “How’d you get here so quick?” she asked.
He glanced at his watch. “You said an hour. It’s been an hour and a half.”
“It has?” Well, that was the fastest hour and a half she’d spent in some weeks. She’d been trying to decide what to wear. This was her first foray out of the house in something other than yoga pants, and after last night, she’d wanted to look nice. She wanted to remind Rafe that she didn’t always look like she’d been living behind a fast- food restaurant near the highway.
“Nice boots,” he said.
“Thank you. I got them at Allen’s,” she said, referring to a boot shop in Austin. She turned her ankle and dipped into a little curtsy so he could see them.
“I didn’t realize I was supposed to put on my fancy boots to look at chickens.” He eyed the flowers on her boots. “Quite the garden.”
“It’s always important to look your best,” she said with a bat of her eyes.
He smiled down at her, his expression indulgent. Much the way her brothers often looked at her. Whatever, Hallie, you’re a dork, they’d say.
“That one is yours,” Rafe said, using his chin to indicate the taller horse of the two.
That horse checked her out with one enormous brown eye. He looked less than thrilled that she’d been assigned to him. “Why that one?”
“Because you haven’t been on a horse in a long time, and he’s pretty forgiving.” He pushed away from the post and walked to the horse.
Hallie put her hands on her hips. “I think I ought to be insulted by your presumption that I will need to be forgiven, but I am feeling magnanimous at the moment and I will ignore it. Your caution is duly noted, but I will point out that it hasn’t been that long.” She bowed majestically, then straightened and walked over to stroke the horse’s nose.
The horse tossed his mane.
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” Rafe put his hand on the small of her back to usher her forward. “Just try not to get thrown, okay? I don’t want to have to pick up the pieces.”
The way he was smiling down at her all sparkly-eyed and dimple-cheeked beneath that shadow of a beard made Hallie think she wouldn’t mind at all if Rafe picked up her pieces. “You try not to get thrown,” she said, sounding like a six-year-old. When had he gotten so dreamy, anyway? While she was off planning a Big Society Wedding, Rafe had turned into a drool-worthy rock of a man in his jeans, long-sleeved tee, and flannel shirt.
He chuckled as he cinched the saddle belt on the horse. “You going to mount this bad boy, or are you going to stand around staring at me all day?”
Was she staring? Oh, she was staring a little. She could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks and pushed past him. “Move aside, cowboy, I’ve got this.”
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Reviewer: Karen’s legally blind status may prevent her from driving her car, but it doesn’t stop her from reading books. Whenever she isn’t on Facebook, she reads novels of hot alphas whether they’re cowboys, ex-military, vampires, wolf shifters, Scotsmen in kilts, or Rakes of the Regency era. She also enjoys spicy romances and mystery thrillers. When not reading, she dabbles in writing cowboy and vampire stories and wears western clothing, boots, and hats. The only thing missing is a cowboy and his horse, (or his Ford F-150 truck). She lives in hot, hot Florida, (dreaming of moving where the cowboys roam), along with a hubby of 28 years and 2 cats.