I’m not really a big fan of early Christmas displays. Like most, I get annoyed with sifting through Christmas decorations in the store to get to the Halloween costumes. But this year I’m going through a divorce (yawn) and reinventing myself. I’m looking at Christmas in a whole new light–twinkle lights, that is!
What’s better than twinkle lights and mistletoe? How about cowboys, a dirt arena and all the Christmas you can handle—Vegas-style?
With my latest cowboy book, A Cowboy for Christmas, I wanted to bring Vegas and the National Finals Rodeo right to your living room (or office, break room or bed—ooooh la).
Dusty Waite is trying to become a legend just like his father and brother before him by winning the title–and the big gold buckle–for bronc riding. He’s got the grit and the numbers on the scoreboard—at least he did until his plans are derailed by one little vixen named Avalee Byrd.
Avalee is happy to work with the new face of Rawhide foods, Dusty Waite. But soon she realizes she’s in over her head with this celebrity cowboy. Actually, her boots might be over her head, but that’s something you can read about–ahem–later.
I was so excited for you to read my book that I actually bumped up the release date a whole WEEK. So on November 21, you can have Dusty in your Kindle! After all, a cowboy can’t do anything naughty if he’s just sitting on the hard drive. Read on for a sneak peek of the steaming hot chemistry between Avalee and Dusty!
The minute Avalee spotted the dark brown cattleman-style hat, she craned to see the man wearing it. He stood off to the side of the arena, shifting from boot to boot.
Nerves. And no wonder. He was about to climb onto the back of a horse that’s job was to buck him onto his ass. Or head. Bronc riding was dangerous business, and Dusty had a lot on the line.
His name was announced. He gave his hands a fast flick as if dispensing the nerves through his fingertips. Avalee strained harder to see, wanting a glimpse of his face. This was an important moment in his life, and she wanted to witness the feelings that came with it.
Turned out she didn’t need to. She looked up at the big screen and there he was—the Everest of men. Coal-black beard that gave her very dirty thoughts of how it would feel as he dragged his jaw up her inner thigh to her soaking center.
Shuddering, she clasped her hands. At that moment, he looked up into the camera and gave a devilish wink and a crooked grin guaranteed to steal every woman’s heart in the arena—and more than a few men’s too.
He hooked a leg over the yellow bars corralling the horse he was about to ride.
“Dusty Waite is on Luck’s Side. His time to beat is 76. Dusty’s at the top of his game and is on track to follow in his father’s and brother’s footsteps,” the announcer called.
Avalee’s heart beat in her throat as she watched him adjust his grip, rope looped around his hand in a way that seemed more dangerous if he were to be thrown off. She scooted to the edge of her seat.
“This is the horse everybody wants to ride, folks. If he gets this horse during the finals, there’s no doubt he will win it all. I didn’t say ‘can win it all’. I said will.”
The horse jostled the sides of the pen. Dusty shoved his hat down farther and gave a nod.
Avalee leaped to her feet as the horse rushed out kicking. The crowd cheered. More people around her stood too, but her gaze was riveted on the man being flung about in the saddle. The animal whirled and kicked. Five times…six. She lost count.
Dusty’s arm flailed in perfect counterbalance to the horse’s wild movements. The buzzer sounded and then he leaped out of the saddle and landed on his feet. When he tossed his hat into the air, the crowd went nuts.
Avalee bounced with the rest of the crowd, caught in the moment. The rush of seeing Dusty’s strong body, so in control…
He did a double-fist punch into the air, and grinned just as the camera zoomed in on his handsome face. He seemed to be looking in another direction. She moved her attention from the big screen to look at the real deal in the arena.
A shiver ran down her spine and raised the hairs on her arms. He seemed to be…no. He wouldn’t be looking at her.
Still, it looked as though… She raised a hand and waved. Immediately he waved back.
Heart racing, she plopped into her seat again. How had he picked her out of the crowd? She was sitting with the wives and girlfriends—and she was sure one woman was an exotic dancer or maybe even a prostitute. She had no idea how Dusty noticed her in this crush of fans and chaos.
She watched him swagger all the way back to the sidelines. He vanished through a door, and she found herself on her feet, apologizing her way out of the row. She took the steps quickly, down, down. And started searching the shadows for where he may have disappeared.
An arm snagged her around the middle. She opened her mouth to scream, but the breath was punched from her lungs as her chest struck a wall of flesh. Black eyes flitted into her vision a split second before a hard mouth crushed over hers.
Her body reacted to Dusty’s scent, his flavors. She had no control over her arms that looped around his neck or her fingers that gripped his shoulder. His rough knuckle beneath her chin tipped her head to the side, angling her for the first plunge of his tongue.
A ragged cry left her as he swept the interior of her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her, hitching her fully against his big body. He smelled of leather, horse and man. Still in his chaps, his erection seemed pronounced between the cutout, but she realized that was all Dusty. Pure virile male.
And while we’re talkin’ cowboys, I’m having a SALE! Samhain has put my first three books in the Boot Knockers Ranch series on sale!
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~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~