Welcome to the Boot Knockers Ranch, where cattle roam free and cowboys rule–in bed and out! These ain’t your daddy’s ranch. It’s a place where ladies who have sexual dysfunction visit to straighten out their problems. Or have them spanked from them!
When I finished writing Ty’s story, I was feeling pretty confident in it. Then my editor came back with a big blow.
Take out all secondary characters.
Seriously–TAKE OUT ALL SECONDARY CHARACTERS. Apparently it was too confusing if you hadn’t read the first three books, and I understood perfectly. But it still made me sniffle and head straight for the Peach Pie Moonshine! I cut. I pasted. I totally wrote new scenes and deleted others. In the end, my editor was spot on. The story focus was totally on Bree and Ty. Let me know what you think…
EXCERPT of ROPIN’ HEARTS
Ty started dragging her away. She dug in her bootheels.
“If you don’t walk away with me normal, I’ll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder, Miss Roberts.”
Ice filled her veins. He knew her. How? Was there a wanted poster on the wall somewhere? This man saw dozens of women a week—surely he wouldn’t remember her face after visiting her ranch.
“Let go of me!”
“I don’t think so, sugar tits. You’re trespassing. Wonder what Daddy would think of you down here getting corrupted.”
“Sugar tits! Did you really just call me that?”
He placed his mouth close to her ear, heating it with his words. “Don’t you want to be objectified, sweetheart? Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“No.” She aimed a kick at his shin, but he moved his leg at the same moment. “Where are you taking me?”
Her pulse thrummed. For the first time since rolling under that fence, fear took hold. Not because Ty would likely hand her back to her father and she’d be in for the lecture of her life, but because she might not get another chance with a Boot Knocker.
This time her bootheel glanced off Ty’s shin. He didn’t even flinch, just kept walking.
“What do you have—iron shins?”
He eyed her. “I’ve got iron everything, sweetheart. Now I’m going to put you into my truck and take you home.” With him being shirtless, she was well aware of how hard he was.
“How do you know I didn’t pay to be here?”
He glared at her. Up close his eyes were green, glowing like sea glass. She shut her jaw with such force her teeth grazed her tongue. Biting off a
curse, she let him drag her another ten feet before really digging in.
She tore away and set her hands on her hips. “I can go on my own.”
“I’d prefer to escort you.” He didn’t look fazed by her anger. She felt it simmering just below her skin, about to boil over if he tried to manhandle her again.
She waved a hand as if he were an annoying fly. “Go on back to your Cornhole.”
He ran a hand over his chest and abs. She stopped breathing. The sight of long fingers over ridges of manscaped flesh rendered her panties a soggy scrap.
Sure, Ty had one of those crooked cowboy smiles.
Too bad he was an insufferable jerk.
After his treatment of her, she wouldn’t have sex with Ty if he were the last Boot Knocker on earth.
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