Hi, y’all! Here in Ohio we’re having a heatwave. Yes, I’m serious. Yesterday, the temp rose to 70, and today…well…I walked outside in my short sleeves (and you know I’m cold-blooded). Crazy, huh? Of course, I’m anticipating Mother Nature dumping a monumental-sized amount of snow right on our heads any day now. That’ll teach us.
One of my closest friends is single, has been since she and her husband divorced a while back. She decided to jump into the dating scene again and it’s a scary world. Not all of her dates have been terrible, but a few have been worthy of a comedy. Last week, she called me and said, “I think I’ve just had the most awkward date ever.” Here’s what happened…
She was set up on a blind date with Ted (not his real name). They met at a restaurant and had a fairly decent time, and then he tells my friend, “I have a condition where I don’t like to be touched. So, no hugs at the end of the evening, please.” She searched his expression for any signs of humor and couldn’t quite gather whether he was teasing or not.
The next phase of their date was the movie theater. They had gotten there early and had over an hour to spare. Ted told her he’d be back in a few minutes and he left. She stood in the lobby in her heels for almost fifteen minutes and she was wondering if Ted had simply left. Thirsty and tired, she decided to stay because she wanted to see the movie. She ordered a drink, reached for her card and the girl at the counter told her the machine was down and could only take cash.
No drink. No sign of Ted. But at least the movie was about to start.
And then Ted reappeared, carrying a shopping bag in one hand and a drink in the other. Apparently, Ted doesn’t like waiting in crowds so he’d decided to do some shopping for a shirt and grab himself a drink. How do you think my friend responded…?
Now, let’s talk smut.
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Welcome to Nirvana–your wish is a cowboy’s command
Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn’t as bleak as she thought.
Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can’t brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk.
Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle.
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt.
Warning: Read at your own risk of falling for a cowboy.
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Welcome to Nirvana. Your wish is a cowboy’s command.
Not getting any younger and wanting to leave her cheating ex-husband in the past, Moon Novak decides she wants a child, even if she must do it alone. Well…as alone as Mother Nature will allow her.
She’s lacking a key factor—a man.
Dr. Cam Parker isn’t quite ready to jump into the saddle after losing his wife to cancer, but he isn’t against getting his feet wet with the stunning, brazen cowgirl ranch hand at Nirvana.
What he didn’t expect is to become a perfect cowboy daddy. Or that he would fall for the raven-haired beauty.
Nirvana Ranch is steamier than ever. There’s lust between the sheets. Secrets. Conflict. Hot cowboys. And a maniac on the loose who wields a deadly club and has a taste for revenge.
A thought struck her like a slap to the back of the head. If she got pregnant soon, she could say buh-bye to any sexual pleasure that didn’t require batteries for the next year, or two, maybe even three. Her parents had told her that their sex life had been put on the back burner until she went away to college. Eighteen years was a long dry spell.
Moon gulped and her chest tightened. Maybe she needed to rethink this whole plan. Not the insemination, that she was sure of, but the idea of not making sex a top priority. This could be her one and only chance before she concentrated on a baby.
She mentally shook herself. She might be surrounded by some of the best looking cowboys in Wyoming, but when they looked at her they didn’t see breasts, soft curves and vagina. They saw ‘one of the guys’. Sure, she didn’t help the situation any. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten dolled up or applied makeup—or spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. She found herself reaching for the cotton granny panties in her drawer more often than the lacy, satin lingerie she used to love to wear for Art. Wedgies and working the land didn’t mix. These days, it was all about flannel and jeans, ponytails and Bag Balm. She’d always been a tomboy, loved getting her hands dirty, but she enjoyed being a lady too, feeling wanted and desired. Enjoyed driving a man wild between the sheets.
Since walking in on Art fucking Tracey, a lot had changed. The sight of him and her sprawled across the couch, grunting and thrusting, was tattooed on the back of her eyelids. It wasn’t the pain of his cheating that left her cold now. The fact that her life had been thrown for a loop left her bitter. She needed to take a plunging step forward, and that’s what having a baby would do for her. Push her onto the next rung of the ladder.