My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop!
Hello! It's week #33! Welcome to My Sexy Saturday where authors post 7 words, sentences or paragraphs from a published book or WIP.
Today's theme is about those characters we often wonder where their loving feelings have gone. Face it, we love characters coming back together after a fight, a long hiatus from each other or maybe it was a lifetime. We love seeing those characters getting their sexy back, remembering how it was to love someone.
Book One in my Harland County Series has just such a hero. CEO cowboy, Cole McCall, is a guilt-ridden widower and software engineer who has become cranky, mean and ornery, until a blast from the past visits the ranch and temps his temper, his body and his long buried heart.
Here's 7 sexy paragraphs of from:
Her Fated Cowboy
“I’m sorry,
Cole. Did I wake you?”
“No, you
didn’t.” He nodded at the chairs. “I couldn’t sleep, so I was just sitting out here thinking,
when I heard you scream.”
She dropped her
gaze as embarrassment stabbed at her heart. “Sorry about that.”
He made no sound
and she hadn’t realized he’d moved until his feet came into view in front of hers.
“Hey, don’t be
sorry.” He bent at the knee, dipped down, and fingers under her chin, gently
tipped her face to bring her gaze to his understanding brown eyes. “How long
have you been having the nightmare?”
She swallowed.
“Ever since Eric died. How about you? Are you plagued by them too?”
He hesitated,
then nodded before he dropped his hand and moved to the railing. Her heart
literally ached at the thought of him going through the same hell. She joined
him, and together they looked over the moonlit land, blue bonnets appearing
white under the glow.
“Have you told
it to anyone?”
“No.” He turned
and walked to a hammock where he lay down.
Waiting to
see if he’d offer on his own, she watched as he slung his hands behind his head
and stared at the stars. She glanced up; seemed like a trillion lit the night
sky. She missed their brilliance in California. Her gaze settled back to earth,
and Cole.
Wanting to tread
softly, she chose the chair closest to him and sat down, unsteady legs
thankful for the respite. She lifted her hair and dropped it over the seat
before leaning back and closing her eyes. This felt almost like old times.
And like old
times, she had to try to get him to talk. Heart back in her throat, she willed
a calm to her voice and took a chance. “Do you want to tell me?”
