To Tame A Texas Cowboy — Available Now

She poked at her cereal but couldn’t bring herself to eat over fear her stomach would protest. “How bad was last night’s? Was there anything involved other than major drooling?”

Please don’t let me have had any truly embarrassing loss of body functions in front of Mr. Tall, Dreamy and Intelligent.

“Nah, it wasn’t bad. I’m a vet. I’ve had dogs pee on me and cows shit on my boots. But the worst was when a horse kicked me in vet school. I got knocked flat on my ass and landed in a pile of horse dung in front of the entire class.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle and appreciate his effort to put her at ease. “Now that’s embarrassing.”

“You got that right, and it got worse when everyone in class started calling me shit kicker. Try living that nickname down.”

“No, thanks. You win the embarrassment sweepstakes.”

But only because it appeared her seizure last night had been mild.

“I don’t know how I got lucky enough to keep my corps buddies from finding out about it. I guess the separate worlds thing.”

“Ty doesn’t know about this alias?” When Cooper shook his head, she continued. “I can feel the power pulsing through my veins thinking of the possibilities. A barrel racing horse needs a lot of vet care. You know, I’m thinking we could cut a deal for my silence.”

His blue eyes darkened to a shade near cobalt. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a blackmailer.”

“Not unless I’m in a real spot.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Not now, but I’m filing the information away just in case.”

“Smart woman.”

His comment shattered her playful mood. What would Cooper think if he discovered the truth, that she’d never graduated from high school, but earned a GED a couple years later?

“I should apologize for showing up last night. Aubrey and I were talking, and she suggested we come see you. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but…” Her voice trailed off. “There’s nothing else to say, except I’m the adventurous type, and it sometimes gets me into trouble.”

“I say we forget about last night. I wasn’t at my best either, and truth be told, I owe you an apology, too.”

“No, you don’t. I put you in an awkward position, asking for help to short cut the process. I’m not exactly proud of that, but in my defense, I’d had a long day with my mom, and I was pretty desperate.”

The sound of scratching against glass pulled their attention to the patio door a few feet away. The tri-colored dog and shepherd from last night stood peering inside. “I’d wondered where they were.”

When Cooper let the dogs in, Rowdy stayed with Cooper, but Penny made a beeline for Cheyenne and parked herself at her feet. “Did she push me onto the couch right before I blacked out?”


Cheyenne glanced in the living room and the reality of what could’ve happened washed over her, making her tremble. “With the coffee table and end tables there, if not for Penny, I probably would’ve hit something when I fell.” Cheyenne leaned over and cupped the animal’s face between her hands. “I owe you a big thank you. You saved me another huge bump to the head or worse.” She turned to Cooper. “I wonder what made her do that.”

“She sensed you were going to have a seizure.”

“I knew service dogs could help keep someone safe once a seizure started, but I didn’t know they could sense before one started.”

“Opinions differ, but I’m a firm believer some can. Could be they sense something in a person’s behavior, or it’s possible their sense of smell is so keen, they detect a chemical change before the seizure hits. Unfortunately, we don’t always pick up on their natural alerting behaviors. A dog could nip at a person, bark like crazy in a way that’s different from its normal bark, or—”

“She whines and paws at a person.”

Cooper nodded. “A thought occurred to me last night.” He explained about a product he was working on.

Something about an app and a thing a person wore like a watch that went along with a device a dog was trained to press when an alarm sounded. That alerted a seizure patient’s emergency contact or EMS. The whole thing sounded odd and Cheyenne couldn’t understand how it would help. In fact, she was only half listening when Aubrey burst out of the bedroom. “Cheyenne, where are you? We’ve got a problem.”

Rowdy barked. Penny slid closer to Cheyenne and shoved her nose under her palm. “It’s okay, girl.” She patted the dog’s head while she called out to tell Aubrey she was in the kitchen.

Her friend rushed toward her, blonde hair tangled around her face, her clothes rumbled and cockeyed from sleep. Panic flared in her eyes. “I just talked to my mom. When yours couldn’t reach you this morning, she showed up at my apartment, and when you weren’t there, your hysterical mother called mine trying to find you. I told her where we were, but you should call her.”

Foreboding twisted Cheyenne’s stomach into a huge knot. “How bad is it?”

Before Aubrey answered, her phone rang again. “What now, Mom?” She paused to listen. “Tell her Cheyenne’s fine, and get her to call them back.”

 Call who back? Cheyenne wrapped her arms around her stomach to keep from shaking. What had her mother done now? Her mind refused to consider the possibilities. She glanced at Aubrey, whose skin had paled to a shade above zombie gray. This was bad.

When Aubrey ended the call, Cheyenne said, “What’s my mom done? Called out the national guard?”

“Close. She called the College Station police.”

To be entered to win today’s giveaway, leave a comment about an embarrassing moment like Cheyenne experienced above with her mother. One random person will win a copy of To Catch A Texas Cowboy, book 2 in my Wishing Texas series and the soup mug. 

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Julie Benson has written five novels for Harlequin American, and her Wishing, Texas series is available from Tule Publishing. Now that her three sons have left the nest in Dallas, when she isn't writing, Julie spends her time working on home improvement projects, rescuing dogs, and visiting Texas wineries with her husband. Visit her at

33 thoughts on “To Tame A Texas Cowboy — Available Now”

    • Debra, I was wearing my black cowboy boots when I went to vote one year. It was misting and my boots are very slippery. I fell right in front of a state congressman there to meet voters!

  1. I know I have had more embarrassing moments than not, but honestly nothing is coming to mind this morning except the one time when I was working and had been in the bathroom and apparently my skirt got stuck in my pantyhose in the back. I didn’t realize the problem until lunch time when I was getting in my car and smoothed my skirt before sitting down and my hand met a pantyhosed rear.

  2. I cannot remember having any embarrassing moments. At my age, there must have been some, but nothing comes to mind.

    • Estella, my hubby has been sick all week. (He was diagnosed with the flu this morning despite getting a flu shot.) I think him being sick has fogged up my brain because I couldn’t think of a single good thing to ask y’all to comment on. I’m just thankful you left a comment.

  3. Oh man, I know I have had many an embarrassing moment but I’m very good at repressing those memories. Lol!

  4. I had an amazing boss once who had a deformed ear. When dealing with a very irate customer, my boss intervened to lend a hand. At the end of the day, I asked him how it went. He replied, “Who?” I responded, “the guy who came in and chewed your ear off!” Instantly I ran behind the counter and cried my eyeballs out. He only laughed it off. I was maybe 24 years old at the time. I’ll never forget that bleeper!

  5. I drove the two miles of isolated dirty road to my mailbox wearing the cut-off shorts and bikini top I’d been wearing to do my housework (Nevada heat), got a flat tire halfway home and while I was changing it, the handsome rancher next door came along with his truck and stock trailer, stopped and finished the job for me. So embarrassing standing there in my skivvies.

  6. In the old days we dressed for gym in the most unflattering outfit which was a requirement. The shorts were loose and kept falling off. I wished that I had a safety pin to correct the discomfort.

  7. Several years ago, my side button dress came open as I was walking into church. Not one of my finest moments.

  8. Loved the excerpt.

    Years ago, when I worked at a corporate bank, I was stepping down the stairs off the [covered/enclosed] bridge which connected two buildings on different sides of the road, and my heel caught in the hem in my skirt. I almost fell, but one of the bank officers grabbed my arm and helped me right myself. Awkward. I was so embarrassed.

  9. I already have TO CATCH A TEXAS COWBOY. As for embarrassing moments, one of my many was in college. Our field biology class had gone on a field trip to the college camp/wilderness area. After a day running tests and other activities, we got back into the cars to head back to school. I was in the front seat and slammed the door shut after getting in. Unfortunately, my professor was getting into the back seat and had grabbed the center post between the doors. I slammed the door shut on his hand. Really hard. It was so hard to face him for weeks. Luckily I didn’t break his hand, but I don’t know how. The door had latched.

  10. Hi Julie – This was a few years ago….my embarrassing moment was when I locked myself out of my new home & couldn’t get in for most of the day until my husband got home. We hadn’t had time to make more keys & I didn’t dare break a window. Thank goodness, it was a warm day (this was in our Spring time in IN. & it can be COLD). Looking forward to your new book, will have to put it on my TBR list.

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