Billiard Bars and Love by Renee Douglas

Alarm startled Gracie's face as she heard a smack and then a thud. She quickly ran around the old mahogany bar to see an injured customer on the floor with a bleeding lip. She stooped down and gazed into his aqua, blue eyes and wanted to dive in. "Tony! grab that bar towel and some ice!" What's this cowboy doing here in my bar fighting and tearing up the place? she asked herself. She gingerly dabbed at his growing lip; she felt compassion on this good-looking man who seemed totally out of place here in Boston.

Gracie wasn't looking for a relationship. But, somehow this charming cowboy with old fashioned manners kept pulling her in like a magnet. But, would her ex shatter her dreams of finding happiness again?