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Her Secret Cowboy Billionaire by Cynthia Woolf is a Western Romance Event pick #westernromance

Title: Her Secret Cowboy Billionaire

Author: Cynthia Woolf

Genre: Contemporary Western romance

Book Blurb:

After inheriting her grandmother’s Victorian mansion outside Twin Bluffs, Montana, Shavon Montgomery decides to turn it into a bed and breakfast. It is the perfect solution for her after the tragedy of losing her sister and taking custody of her sister's baby, and the perfect place to hide in plain sight. Guilt rides her hard, along with a deep and abiding hatred for secrets and the people who keep them. If it hadn't been for secrets, she could have helped her sister before she died; secrets that destroyed her relationship with the man she wanted to marry. Even now someone wants her dead, and she finds herself falling for the new carpenter’s easy smile and cowboy charm. He's almost too good to be true, but what could the cowboy be hiding? Brody James is thrilled when he wins a bid to remodel and renovate the old Victorian mansion into a bed and breakfast. Former bronc rider turned carpenter and father, Brody has a secret. He's rich. As in billionaire rich. It is a secret he has kept since moving to Twin Bluffs. He likes to work with his hands, really help people, not just write checks. He's established himself as a hard working cowboy, carpenter, and hopefully a good father. When he meets the new owner of the bed and breakfast, their chemistry is through the roof. Brody wants to be honest with her about who he really is. He wants a chance at forever. But how can he tell her the truth when she makes it clear how much she despises secrets, even good ones? Hiding the truth may destroy their relationship. Will their love be able to survive the danger, lies, and secrets they keep? Read Her Secret Cowboy Billionaire to find out!


June was a bad month for Shavon Montgomery. Her beloved sister, Sophie, was murdered by her jealous husband and then the coward took his own life. That left eighteen-month-old Georgie an orphan and now Shavon’s responsibility. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Georgie was still asleep. The baby was probably as tired as Shavon.

She loved her niece but had never planned on raising her. This put some of Shavon’s plans off and others ahead. For instance, she’d planned on leaving the Chicago law firm at the end of the year and moving to Twin Bluffs, Montana, ten miles from Bozeman, where her great-grandmother had lived until six months ago. She’d died not long after Sophie.

Great Grandma Nora hadn’t changed her will to reflect Sophie’s death, so she’d left Shavon and Sophie her house…and her money. An old Victorian mansion that Shavon and Sophie had visited for three months every summer, while their parents traveled the globe digging up dinosaur bones. Shavon had come until she was eighteen and entered college, ten years ago. The last time she’d been there was a couple of months before Grandma Nora had died, to tell her about Sophie.

With Sophie gone, Shavon was now a very rich woman and she’d give it all away just to have Sophie here with her.

Now, she would live in the house with Georgie. Hopefully many guests would come and stay as well. Shavon wanted the B and B open by Christmas. She knew people would wonder why she’d want to operate a B and B if she was wealthy enough to never work again. The answer was a simple one, she’d always wanted to own and operate a B and B. She was living one of her dreams.

Shavon looked in her rearview mirror again. Georgie was still sound asleep in her car seat. Shavon smiled. She looked just like her mother, with white-blonde hair and the bluest eyes. The same color as Shavon’s own eyes. They all received them from their Grandma Nora. They were a deep blue, like the deepest part of the ocean as seen when the sun was high in the sky. A clear, clean blue which no other color muddied.

Shavon looked around and marveled how different the landscape was compared to the skyscrapers of Chicago. She looked for a familiar landmark…the rock pillars at the end of the driveway to the mansion. She knew she was near the turnoff for Nora’s place.

The trees obscured the driveway and she nearly missed it even though she’d been there recently. Of course, she’d nearly missed it then, too. The rock pillars at the end of the driveway were almost completely fallen down…or been knocked down. Another thing she needed to repair or replace. Sighing she turned right onto the driveway and drove the quarter mile to the house.

Grandpa Ben’s father, Ralph, built quite a long way outside of Twin Bluffs, which had been little more than a mining camp when they built. Ralph had made his money in the gold rush in California. He didn’t hit gold, as in the mineral, but had hit gold as a grocer in Sacramento.

When Ralph heard about the 1863 gold strike in Virginia City in the Montana Territory, he sold his grocery store and moved his wife to Twin Bluffs. There he built his wife her dream home—a ten-bedroom mansion several miles from town. They’d planned on having lots of children but were only blessed with Shavon’s great grandfather Ben.

Ben married Nora and just as his father had before him, he planned to fill the mansion with children. But they too were only blessed with one child and not until late in life, Shavon’s mother, Estelle. Nora had been nearly forty-two when Estelle was born. Ben was fifty.

She supposed in some ways that was a good thing because now that Sophie was gone, she didn’t have to fight with anyone about what she wanted to do with the house. Sophie wouldn’t have cared. She would have joined in on the venture.

Now that home would be Shavon and Georgie’s. Shavon wanted to turn the mansion into a bed and breakfast, but knew the house needed some updating. And she knew she would have an uphill battle for guests. The tourist industry in Twin Bluffs wasn’t huge and those that did come, like hunters and fishermen, didn’t usually stay at a bed and breakfast. But she had to try. She’d always wanted to own one and now was her chance.

Several of the bedrooms in the house were small, but she hoped that could be rectified by combining bedrooms or knocking out closets or something else. She wouldn’t know for sure until she looked at the house with renovation in mind and not as the beloved home of her grandmother.

Whereas the home had been miles outside of town when it was built, now it was barely outside the city limits. The location was perfect for a B and B.

The driveway was rutted and bumpy. It would need to be graded and gravel put down for it to be usable by regular vehicles. Maybe a lot of people in Montana drove SUVs, but that didn’t mean her guests would..

The bumpiness of the road woke up Georgie. Her corkscrew curls went everywhere but mostly formed a white-blonde halo around her face.

Shavon looked in the rearview mirror. “Hello, sweetheart. How’s my baby girl?”

“Mama.” Her eyes filled with tears and her mouth turned down in a pout. “Mama.”

The baby girl’s tears broke Shavon’s heart. She looked over her shoulder. “Ah sweetie, I know you miss your mama. I do, too. But we’ll do the best we can together. You’ll see. Everything will be all right.”

Georgie’s bottom lip quivered.

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Author Biography:

Cynthia Woolf is the USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of seventy-eight novels comprising sixty-eight historical western romances, three contemporary romances, one contemporary romance novella and six sci-fi, space opera romances, which she calls westerns in space. Along with these books, she has also published nine boxed sets of her books and two short stories.

Cynthia loves writing and reading romance. Her first western romance, Tame A Wild Heart, was inspired by the story her mother told her of meeting Cynthia's father on a ranch in Creede, Colorado. Although Tame A Wild Heart takes place in Creede, that is the only similarity between the stories. Her father was a cowboy, not a bounty hunter, and her mother was a nursemaid (called a nanny now), not the ranch owner. Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband, Jim, and her great critique partners for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.

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Amy M. Judkins
Apr 25, 2023

This looks so wonderful! I love this cover so much too! It is like he is looking right at me! Bedroom Eyes!


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N. N. Light
Apr 25, 2023

Thank you, Cynthia, for sharing your book in our Western Fiction/Romance Bookish Event!

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