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ensuing reunion with former high school love, Lizzie Barton, the deputy’s sister.
    Industry analysts speculate the success of Smalltown will spur an influx of copycat shows by next season, leaving this reporter to wonder if any other cast will ever be able to fill the shoes of the folks of Pigeon Hollow.

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Everything is just right…until she turns his life upside down.
     
    Jared
    © 2011 Cat Johnson
     
    Red, Hot & Blue, Book 4
    It doesn’t take anything fancy to make Jared Gordon a happy man. A slice of his mama’s pie, a pretty girl, a well-bred horse. Life on the farm is just how he likes it. Simple. Until a big-city girl blows into town like a tornado hitting a trailer park.
    Quintessentially small-town Pigeon Hollow has everything L.A. producer Mandy Morris needs for her new reality show. A smoldering deputy sheriff, a quirky diner owner and a horse farm complete with a hunky horseman. If her own instant attraction is any indication, Jared will have the female demographic glued to their sets.
    Except the red-hot cowboy is cool to the idea of cameras in his face. And the harder she negotiates, the deeper he digs in…until their head-butting strikes sparks that fan a prairie fire of unexpected passion. She doesn’t usually mix business with pleasure, but as Pigeon Hollow’s charm works its magic, the youngest Gordon brother has Mandy rethinking many things.
    Like happiness doesn’t have to end with the word “cut”.
    Warning: Contains one hot shirtless cowboy taking a city girl for a roll in the hay…and a few other places.
     
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Jared:
    The babe in front of him was looking mighty warm in that jacket. He started to sweat in sympathy. She blew out a breath and ran a hand along the back of her neck and under her shoulder-length hair. Then she took the jacket off.
    That was enough to make a man stand up and take notice. Now she looked downright hot, enough to make Jared sweat for real and not from the air temperature.
    Under that jacket, she was wearing nothing but a tight, low-cut, sleeveless top. Much better than the jacket, he decided, forcing his eyes up from her breasts and back to her face.
    “We’ve got satellite television with all the channels, but I can tell you that a pretty stranger is much more entertaining.” He treated her to his most charming smile but it didn’t seem to work like it usually did on most women.
    “I need to speak with the owner. Do you think you could stop whatever you are doing—” she looked around pointedly as if to let him know she didn’t think he was doing much of anything before she continued, “—and go and get her for me?”
    What she’d said captured Jared’s attention even more than her sexy tank top had. He raised a brow. “Her? What makes you think the owner is a she?”
    She let out an annoyed sounding sigh. “I do my research. I know this farm is registered with the small business bureau as being a woman-owned business.”
    The question of why she was researching them remained unanswered. He was about to interrogate her further when the woman owner in question, his mama, stuck her head out of the kitchen door.
    “Jared, honey. The computer crashed again. When you come in for lunch maybe you can figure out why that keeps happening.”
    The pretty stranger glanced from his mother standing in the door of the house and then back to Jared. The look she shot him was full of suggestion. “Is that the owner?”
    “Yup.” He started walking toward the kitchen, resigned to the fact that this nosy but hot female was bound to follow.
    As anticipated, she practically jogged to keep up with him. “Are you and she…ah, you know? A couple?”
    He stopped dead and turned in horror. “No.”
    She