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Small Town Ultimate Cowboy eBook Bundle

Small Town Ultimate Cowboy eBook Bundle

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Join the cowboys of Sweet Water Falls as they search for love, a fresh start at life, and happily-ever-after. 

This ultimate 10-book eBook Bundle contains two complete series of contemporary western romances that features a family of brothers - the Coopers - and a found family of brothers at Hope Eternal Ranch.

You'll love getting to know these cowboys, finding your place among them, and you'll never want to leave Sweet Water Falls!

You’ll get:
Sweet Water Falls Farm Book 1: Cross Cowboy – He’s been accused of being far too blunt. Like that time he accused her of stealing her company from her best friend…

Sweet Water Falls Farm Book 2: Grumpy Cowboy – He can find the negative in any situation. Like that time he got upset with the woman who brought him a free chocolate-and-caramel-covered apple because it had melted in his truck…

Sweet Water Falls Farm Book 3: Surly Cowboy – He’s got a reputation to uphold and he’s not all that amused the way regular people are. Like that time he stood there straight-faced and silent while everyone else in the audience cheered and clapped for that educational demo…

Sweet Water Falls Farm Book 4: Salty Cowboy – The last Cooper sibling is looking for love…she just wishes it wouldn’t be in her hometown, or with the saltiest cowboy on the planet.

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 1: Hopeful Cowboy  He’s struggling to step into his new role as a single dad. She’s trying to keep her ranch operational and her heart intact. Can Nate and Ginger build forever out of heartache?

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 2: Overprotective Cowboy – Can Ted and Emma face their pasts so they can truly be ready to step into the future together? Or will everything between them fall apart once the truth comes out?

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 3: Rugged Cowboy – He’s a cowboy mechanic with two kids and an ex-wife on the run. She connects better to horses than humans. Can Dallas and Jess find their way to each other at Hope Eternal Ranch?

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 4: Christmas Cowboy – He needs to start a new story for his life. She’s dealing with a lot of family issues. Can Slate and Jill find solace in each other at Hope Eternal Ranch?

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 5: Wishful Cowboy – He needs a place where he can thrive without his past haunting him. She’s been waiting for the cowboy to return so she can confess her feelings. Can Luke and Hannah make their second chance into a forever love?

Hope Eternal Ranch Book 6: Risky Cowboy  She’s tired of making cheese and ice cream on her family’s dairy farm, but when the cowboy hired to replace her turns out to be an ex-boyfriend, Clarissa suddenly isn’t so sure about leaving town… Will Spencer risk it all to convince Clarissa to stay and give him a second chance?


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Travis Cooper whistled through his teeth, his irritation spiking. “Get up!” he yelled, though the dairy cows he herded only lowed in return. Some of them gave him the stink-eye, though he supposed he’d started the somewhat volatile relationship with the cattle by muscling them around, telling them not to stop in doorways, and perhaps even calling them a name or two when they disobeyed.

People thought the big black-and-white dairy cows were “just so cute” on social media, but to Travis, they were nothing but trouble. They loved to break down fences to get to the grasses and other tasty vittles in fields they weren’t supposed to be in. They made a huge mess of their pastures, day in and day out. Diseases spread like wildfire, and they never waited nicely in line for their turn to be milked.

“Come on, Bertha,” he said, shoving his shoulder against one of the huge beasts. Every dairy cow was named Bertha to Travis, and he actually smiled at his private joke. “To the right, girl,” he said, digging in with his boots and pushing. See? Stubborn things, cows were.

He got Bertha #1 in the chute, and by some miracle, the girls after her followed suit—at least for a few cows. He and the veterinarian had been playing this game of chutes and udders for four days, and Travis was so done with it.

But the cows had to be checked every so often, and it was up to Travis to get that job done around Sweet Water Falls Farm. His older brother, Lee, took care of so many other things that Travis had gladly accepted the health of the herd as his responsibility. He just wished it came with less mud and less lowing.

Sometimes his ears heard the sound cows made when he was all alone, and that noise followed him into his dreams too. 

He finally got the last Bertha into the chute, and she lumbered along until she reached Finley Rappont, the veterinarian who came out to the farm to check eyes, ears, tongues, and udders. He made a report for Travis, though he’d have separated any cows that had a problem.

Today, there were none, and Travis thanked his lucky stars above for that. Five or six of their newest milkers had shown sores, and Finn had pulled them. That hadn’t been a good day for Travis, and the conversation around the family dinner table at the farmhouse had contained a lot of rolled eyes and pointed questions.

The energy between Travis and his brothers always ran high, and he blamed all the redheaded genes in the family. Lee could go from grinning to gunning in less time than it took to breathe, and the worst part was that Travis never knew what would set him off.

Truth be told, he never really knew what would set himself off either. Sometimes, he just couldn’t carry one more thing, and something simple like a broken fence—something he’d dealt with countless times over the years he’d worked the farm—would irritate him to the point of snapping.

Not that it really mattered. He didn’t rant to anyone but Daddy, Lee, or Will. He treated his cowboys well. He didn’t have a girlfriend to speak of, and even when he did, those relationships barely made it out of the dugout. He might get to first base, but he might not, as he hadn’t had a girlfriend who’d lasted longer than two months in at least a decade.

“Lookin’ good?” he asked Finn.

“Yeah, today was easy.” He glanced up from his clipboard, which had a tablet attached to it. He tapped and swiped, and then he added, “All sent. You’ll get the report in your email.”

“Thanks.” Travis shook his hand, and they started toward the milkshed, where the small, dirt parking lot held their trucks. He had no idea what Finn got to go do now, but Travis had to get over a thousand cows into and then out of milking stalls in the next couple of hours. The work at Cooper & Company, the milking side of their family farm, could consume a man, as Travis had seen with his very own eyes.

Lee had been married and divorced, and while his ex-wife had never said their marriage had dissolved because of Lee’s dedication to bottles, Berthas, and milk. Travis had a suspicion it did. All of the women he’d dated over the years had said some form of the same thing to Travis—he worked too much. He was never available when they wanted to go to dinner. Sometimes he had to text during their dates. 

Blah, blah, blah. He’d heard it all, and he’d decided Lee had things figured out now—he didn’t date at all, ever. After Travis’s last attempt at a relationship had ended after only a few dates, he’d put himself on a female-free diet too. 

He bid farewell to Finn and turned to enter the milkshed, where the brothers kept the administrative office for Cooper & Co. The moment he did, shouting met his ears. Oh, boy. Lee wasn’t happy this morning.

“…that just won’t work,” he said.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Will fired back, and he was definitely the grumpiest of the trio of brothers. “I know it won’t work. That’s why I came to talk to you about it.” 

Travis strode the few steps to the office and found Lee sitting at the desk while Will hovered near the window. There were no clenched fists or red faces. The brothers just had loud voices, growly barks, and short fuses. 

“What won’t work?” he asked, and both Lee and Will looked at him. Will was the lightest of the gingers, with almost blond hair, and eyes between blue and green. He was the middle brother, and his eyes definitely came half from Mama and half from Daddy. When he grew out his beard, the red really came in then.

Lee was the darkest of the brothers, in attitude and physical appearance. His hair shone like red gold, a deep auburn that matched their oldest sister’s. Cherry didn’t live on the farm, but she and Lee could’ve been twins with their auburn hair. His green-black eyes only glinted with darkness when he was angry, as he was right now.

Travis sat somewhere in the middle of the two of them, with tons of the typical red hair people pictured when someone said, “he’s the redhead.” His eyes came straight from Mama, as did his hair, and they glinted like emeralds when he laughed. Or so Mama said. 

He was the youngest son, and he was very close to his mother. He didn’t deny it when everyone in the family told him he was a mama’s boy. He was, and he wasn’t embarrassed about it.

Lee stood. “What are you doing?”

“Milking three,” Travis said, glancing at Will. “Why?”

“We’ve got a shipment of essential parts coming for the threshers,” he said. “And Leonard can’t get them to us until next week.”

Travis didn’t work much on the agriculture side of the farm, but he knew so much of the nutrition of the dairy cows relied on the grain they grew over there. “That won’t work,” Travis said. “Why can’t he deliver it?”

“I don’t know,” Lee said, sighing as he sat back down, that permanent frown etched between his eyebrows. “Will?”

“He’s got one guy who broke his leg or something, and another one quit. Bottom line, he’s behind on deliveries, and we’re so far out that he won’t come until Wednesday.”

Lee shuffled some papers. “I could maybe send Chris.”

“Yeah, and I’ll hear about it for months,” Will said. “He’ll want every Sunday off to make a trip to town.”

“It’s a trip to town,” Travis said, not getting the problem. “We’ll just go pick up the parts ourselves.” Sure, the farm sat about thirty minutes from the town of Sweet Water Falls, but it was a half-hour, not a half-day. They went once a month for groceries and to run errands, and Travis himself definitely left the farm more than his brothers. He could go. In fact, an afternoon off the ranch suddenly held great possibilities for him.

“If we send Brad, we won’t see him until evening,” Lee mused. 

“I’ll go,” Travis said, looking from Lee to Will. “Send Brad over to help with the milking, and I’ll go right now.” He dug in his pocket for his truck keys.

Lee looked up from his papers. “While you’re there, you’ll have to load up the fertilizer too.” 

Travis almost backed out. No wonder they weren’t happy about not getting the delivery. No one wanted to load up the fertilizer, as they bought it from the farm supply store, and it was all-natural and organic. That made their milk organic, which meant they could make more money for the dairy products. It also came with a certain…smell. 

“So I can’t drive my own truck,” Travis said.

“You’d take the dump truck.” Lee looked up, his eyes filled with questions.

Travis didn’t really want to drive the dump truck. It had no radio, and while he didn’t usually mind the silence, right now, it had a way of screaming the truth at him. And the truth hurt at the moment.

“Please?” Will asked. “If you go, I’ll take care of all the milking today and tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow too?” Travis couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a day off. They all paid for it when men took full days off on the farm.

“Yes,” Will said. “We need those parts, and the fertilizer is just on the way.”

Travis didn’t really need to think too hard about it. He’d get off the farm today and he’d get to sleep in tomorrow. “Fine,” he said, folding his arms. “I’ll go.”

Will grinned, his face lighting up from within. “Thanks, Trav.” He looked at Lee. “Let’s call Leonard right now.”

“I’ll get the receipt printed for the fertilizer too,” Lee said. “Thanks, Travis. This is really going to help us.”

“We’re okay for me to be gone for the rest of today and tomorrow?” he asked. 

Lee frowned again. “We’ll see about tomorrow. We’re on the last harvest here, Trav.”

“As if I didn’t know,” Travis said sarcastically, smiling at his older brother. Lee didn’t return the gesture, and Travis wondered what it would take to get him to loosen up a little. Probably a miracle from the Lord above.

From there, things happened quickly, and the next thing he knew, he climbed into the dump truck and started her moving down the dirt road from the equipment shed to the highway. Everything bounced in the old truck, and Travis had loved riding in it as a child. He hadn’t had the opportunity very often, but when he did, it was just him and Daddy. He got to go to town with Daddy, and they always got ice cream in Sweet Water Falls before they returned to the farm.

They were good times, and Travis felt some of the tension he carried everywhere with him finally start to seep away. 

The drive to town passed in a blink, and Travis wasn’t even sure what he’d thought about. He pulled around to the back of the farm supply store, and he showed the attendant there his receipt for the fertilizer.

The man handed Travis a pair of gloves and put on a pair too. Travis pulled around to the fertilizer bin, the scent of it permeating the inside of the dump truck already. It had been mighty hot in Texas lately. 

“Oh, boy,” Travis said, noting the attendant had put a bandana around his nose and mouth. He handed Travis a shovel, and they faced the dark brown stuff spilling from the bin. Neither of them moved.

“Let’s dig in,” Travis finally said. “It’s not going to shovel itself.” He took the first shovel full, and the other man got to work too. Dislodging the fertilizer only made the smell intensify, and it was impossible to stay clean. Travis swore the fertilizer—which contained manure and bat guano that had been baking in the sun—covered him from head to toe by the time they got the truck filled.

“Thanks,” he said to the attendant, who waved to him as he pulled back up to the loading dock. Someone brought out the mechanical parts they needed, and Travis signed the invoice and accepted the receipt.

It had a flyer stapled to it, announcing the Fall Ball, which the farm supply store was sponsoring that year. They often sponsored events and happenings around the town of Sweet Water Falls. Looking at the cartoon rendition of a man and a woman, both dressed in their finest clothes, dancing under the stars, Travis’s heart bumped out a couple of short, stilted beats.

He wanted to go to this ball. He loved dancing, and he hadn’t been in a while.

“Nope,” he told himself, tossing the invoice and attached flyer onto the seat beside him. “That would not be a female-free date.” Plus, he probably didn’t have time anyway.

He backed away from the dock and got the truck moving toward the exit. He slowed as a large F-350 appeared, slowing to obviously turn into the back lot behind the farm supply store. The truck had a sleek, sophisticated logo on the side that said Sweetspot, with the silhouette of a hiker hanging off the long end of the P.

His heart tapped strangely again, because he knew this company. And he knew the woman behind the big truck now turning toward him. Shayla Nelson. 

He’d picked her up on the side of the road a few months ago, and he hadn’t exactly been nice to her. His mouth had a way of running away from him, and he only seemed to be able to realize it after the fact.

She made the left turn, but he hadn’t stopped the truck, and he’d crowded the entrance. When she realized it, he clearly saw the displeasure on her face. Her disgusted and frustrated look screamed at him through two windshields, but he couldn’t move.

She really was pretty, and his mind started thinking about what Shayla Nelson would look like in a ball gown…all that dark hair piled on her head in some elegant updo…

She honked her horn and gestured for him to back up, and Travis jumped into action to do just that. He eased the truck backward, giving her room to get into the lot, which she did.

His phone chimed, and he pushed on the brake to check it, as that was Daddy’s specific sound. Lee says you’re in town. Can you stop and get Mama’s medicine at the pharmacy?

Sure thing, Travis said, his heart heavy in his chest now. He thought of his mother and the constant medications she needed. He pressed his eyes closed and said a prayer for her health, and that if she had to suffer, maybe the Lord could just take her home already.

His eyes jerked open when someone rapped on his window with sharp knuckles.

He flinched away from the sound, his gaze locking onto Shayla’s through the glass to his left. Adrenaline ran from his toes to his scalp in half a second, and his heart dropped to his stomach, rebounding back to its rightful spot a moment later.

He reached to roll down his window. “What the devil are you doing? You scared me.”

She’d climbed right up on the runners of the dump truck, and she didn’t look happy. Snaps, crackles, and pops filled the air between them, and Travis wondered if he was the only one who could feel them.

“What the devil am I doing? You’re blocking everyone coming in and out of the parking lot.” Her eyes narrowed, and she pinched her fingers over her nose. “And you stink.”

He looked in his rearview mirror, and sure enough, three or four other people waited behind him so they could get out too. 

“I’ll move,” he said, releasing the brake pedal where his foot sat. The truck started backward, and Shayla yelped.

“I’m on the truck,” she said. “Stop. Stop it!”

He jammed on the brake again, and Shayla grunted and groaned as if he’d been going fifty miles per hour and had slammed on the brakes. She glared at him. “My goodness, Travis Cooper. What is wrong with you?” She peered at him as if she was really trying to figure him out. Could she feel that electricity now zinging from the ends of his fingertips? Or was that all him?

“Well, get off the runner,” he said, not looking away from her. “I need to move.”

What Readers are Saying

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐“This was the hardest book in the series for me to read. I wanted to throttle Luke for what he put Hannah through, but it was nothing compared to what he was going through himself. When Nate challenged him that he had never accepted responsibility for what he had done, he realized that he was still a prisoner to his past and set out to free himself from it. It was a long, difficult journey, but with the love and support from the men he had been in prison with, he was able to find himself. I have loved this series and one sentence sums it up perfectly. Hannah is watching everyone at Thanksgiving dinner and thinks "Nathaniel Mulberry had changed everything at Hope Eternal Ranch...he'd brought all of his friends here, kept them united, and pushed them to heal." This is a beautiful, uplifting series.” ~Elaine Keifer

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This book had me laughing and crying at the appropriate moments. I thought the characters were well-written. The setting was easy to step into. And it's a clean, sweet romance which I found to be balanced. I really enjoy reading Elana's writing and plan to keep on reading." ~M. Kittles

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