Have you ever dreamed of a faraway place where cowboys walk around naked, serving drinks with umbrellas and massages every night? Haven’t we all?
But I didn’t write that story. I wrote something juicy, though. Cowboys wear clothes, but they aren’t opposed to getting naked, if the time is right.
Where is paradise? At a place called Nirvana Ranch. What will you find there? Cowboy after cowboy, each sexy and ready to please. Who visits Nirvana? Women who are broken. They’ve suffered tragedy, disappointment, ups and downs by the hands of an ex. What can Nirvana Ranch promise? No one will leave cowboy paradise without change. These cowboys have one goal and that is to please the visitors. And only one’s imagination is the limit.
Here is an UNEDITED short excerpt of Cowboy Paradise (Book 1, Cowboys of Nirvana).
“Ben, something’s in my pants.”
He dropped the basket to the ground. “What is it?”
“I don’t know, but…ouch! It stung me!” Afraid if she moved an inch either direction whatever it was would sting her again. “I think it’s a bee.”
“What does the sting feel like?”
“A sting! Like someone shot a staple into my butt.” Tears came to her eyes.
“Drop your pants, Cara.” He was beside her in a flash.
The back of her thigh started to throb in pain but she continued to stare at him in confusion. “I’m not dropping my pants.” She was mortified.
“If it’s a wasp, it’ll sting you again,” he warned.
Fear washed over her, but not from the wasp. If she pulled down her pants he would see her panties, not the pretty, lacey ones she wore once upon a time. These were the granny panties she started wearing when James continually told her how fat she was getting.
“Do you need some help?” he asked.
She smacked his hand away. “No. I’ll do it, but you have to turn your head.”
“Cara, we don’t have time for this. Is it not processing you could be stung again?” The sincerity in his expression made it easier to do what he wanted.
Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, she looked up at him. He was polite enough to keep his gaze on her face as she slowly slid the denim down her hips and thighs, slipping them off her feet. All of James’s cruel and degrading verbal assaults crawled through her mind as she stood there, partially naked.
“Where did it sting you, sweetheart?” His gentle voice soothed her, making the butterflies settle—a little.
“On my thigh, the back.”
“Turn and let me take a look.” His gaze slipped past her chest, her stomach and she crossed her arms over her chest. “If it’s a bee sting you could still have the stinger in your skin, which could cause infection. We can’t let that happen. You’re in Nirvana and that bee just wanted a little taste of honey.”
How did he do that? How did he make everything seem okay? Reluctantly, she turned and closed her eyes. He was quiet for the longest time. Was he silently gawking at her large butt or her huge thighs? She started to turn back but he stopped her with a hand on her waist. “What is it, Ben?”
“It’s definitely a bee sting, darlin’.” His voice was still smooth as silk.
“Then get it out fast so I can get my pants back on.”
“Well, sweetheart, there’s a problem.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. “A problem?” Before he could stop her again, she swiveled, eyeing him in question. She didn’t like his expression, not one bit!
Rhonda’s Rowdy Readers Street Team