Pamela Britton

Cowboy Vet


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      Reviewers and readers Love Pamela Britton!

      “NASCAR fan or not, let In the Groove drive you to distraction.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub (4 stars)

      “A fairy tale that succeeds.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Scandal

      “This is the kind of book that romance fans will read and reread on gloomy days.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Tempted

      “Passion and humor are a potent combination…author Pamela Britton comes up with the perfect blend.”

      —Oakland Press

      “This nonstop read has it all—sizzling sexuality, unforgettable characters, poignancy, a delightful plot and a well-crafted backdrop.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub (Top Pick) on Tempted

      “It isn’t easy to write a tale that makes the reader laugh and cry, but Britton succeeds, thanks to her great characters.”

      —Booklist (starred review) on Seduced

      Dear Reader,

      When I was in my teens, my friends and I had a huge crush on the large-animal vet who used to work on our horses. We would tease one another about calling the vet when our horses “sneezed” (actually just horse snorts) or when our horses needed their annual vaccinations (why couldn’t we vaccinate them more frequently?). When that vet’s truck pulled into the stable yard, we’d get as giddy as schoolgirls. Actually, I think we really were schoolgirls.

      My hero in Cowboy Vet is nothing like the object of my childhood affection. (Okay, so my nose just grew a few inches.) Rand Sheppard is a culmination of all the vets who’ve worked on my horses over the years—yes, even the female veterinarians. To me, there’s nothing more heroic than the men and women who stay up late at night tending to sick animals. This book is a tribute to each and every one of them.

      I hope you enjoy Cowboy Vet. If you’re in the mood to chat, feel free to drop me a line at www.pamelabritton.com. I love hearing from readers.

      Pamela Britton

      Cowboy Vet

      Pamela Britton

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      PAMELA BRITTON never inflicted her early, unpublished works on friends or family. Instead she passed her books to the wives of famous race-car drivers and crew chiefs. Fortunately, the response was overwhelmingly positive, so she took the plunge and submitted them. Seven publishing contracts later, Pamela’s work has been voted the best of the best by Barnes & Noble, the Detroit Free Press and Romantic Times BOOKclub. Recently one of Pamela’s novels, Scandal, outsold J. K. Rowling—for two whole days.

      You can visit Pamela on her wacky Web site, www.pamelabritton.com, or snail-mail her c/o P.O. Box 1281, Anderson, CA 96007.

      This one’s for all the real-life veterinarians out there who’ve helped me with my animals over the years. You’re all the best.

      Books by Pamela Britton

      MILLS & BOON AMERICAN ROMANCE

      985—COWBOY LESSONS

      1040—COWBOY TROUBLE

      1122—COWBOY M.D.

      HQN BOOKS

      DANGEROUS CURVES

      IN THE GROOVE

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Epilogue

      Chapter One

      “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Jessie the Jezebel.”

      Jessie Monroe stared down at the man who’d spoken, a row of windows to the right perfectly illuminating his handsome, scowling face. The glass coffeepot she held tipped dangerously toward his lap.

      “Well, well, well,” she mimicked. Her least favorite customer. “If it isn’t Dr. Dolittle.”

      The restaurant seemed to grow quiet around them, everyone in the tiny diner no doubt listening in. Not surprising, since everyone supposedly “knew” what it was she’d “done” to Dr. Dolittle’s cousin.

      Dr. Sheppard leaned back, the orange vinyl squeaking in a way that sounded crass. He didn’t seem to notice. “You going to pour me that cup of coffee or do I have to get it myself?”

      She shifted her weight to her other leg, slowly lowering the pot, the liquid glug-glug-glugging as she poured. “Guess that answers your question, huh, Doc?”

      “Guess it does.” He gave her a smile that could only be called smug as he peered