Holed Up In Jackson: A Steamy Rom-Com Novella (Sunny Valley Girls Book 2)

What the buck is going on in Jackson Hole?

I slam on the brakes. What the hell is standing in front of me? It’s big. It’s brown. And has a rack. Is that a real live moose? Three more step through the snowbank and onto the road. Yikes. I check the backup camera and hit the gas. The car slides out of control and veers off the road—leaving me stuck in the snowy ditch. This can’t be happening. I can see the headlines now: California Realtor Cara Whitaker Found Buried in Wyoming Snowbank.

At this rate, I’ll never close this deal.

But just when I think I’m doomed, I turn my head to the left and find myself eye-level with a pair of brown leather cowboy boots resting in stirrups. My gaze travels up the denim clad body seated in the saddle. Are cowboys even real? Hat. Check. Boots. Check. Brown barn jacket with a sherpa collar. Jeans and one of those belts with the big brass buckles. Five o’clock shadow that started at five o’clock three days ago. Yum.