Book 4 in my Harland County Series is now live on Amazon!
Blurb
Single
mother, Shayla Ryan, longs to put down roots to create a stable environment for
her baby girl and her younger sister, but the threat of her abusive, ex-con
father finding them has made that almost impossible. Her newest residence in
Harland County, however, holds a lot of appeal, especially in the form of a
Casanova cowboy with eye-catching good looks and easy charm. Those two
qualities took her down the wrong road before, and though the sexy cowboy
interferes with her pulse, she can’t let her heart get in the way of the safety
of her family, or give it to someone who doesn’t believe in forever.
If
there’s one thing software company vice president, Kevin Dalton, loves more
than puzzles, it’s women. Size, shape, race doesn’t matter as long as they
don’t want a relationship—he’s not looking to repeat the past, and more than
happy to remain single. Until two beautiful redheads drop him to his knees—one
with her cutie-pie smile, the other with her elbow. Too bad the elbow-toting
beauty is both hot and puzzling. A killer combination too strong to resist. And
without realizing it, the redheads slowly rewrite the code around his
heart.
But
when the danger from Shayla’s past shows up, can he rise to the challenge to
keep them safe...and really be what they need? A forever cowboy?
Excerpt
“Why are you always on the defensive around me?” he
asked. “You’re not like that with Kade or Cole or Connor.”
She opened her mouth to protest, then stilled. He
was right. Shoot. “I…don’t know.”
Frowning, he cocked his head. “Do you have something
against having fun?”
“No.” she laughed. “Fun is a good thing.”
“And yet, you don’t like me because I have fun.”
“That’s not true.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.” She shook her head, doing her best
to be truthful without revealing too much. “I don’t like you because you’re
dangerous.”
He reeled back and stared at her. “Me, dangerous?
No, darlin’. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
She blew out a breath. “And that’s exactly why
you’re dangerous.”
His brows disappeared under his hat. “Oh, now I’m
really curious,” he said. “Does that make me irresponsible, or irresistible?”
Tempting as hell.
“Both.”
Heaven help her, a wicked gleam entered his eyes and
turned them positively electric.
“So this is probably a bad idea.” Placing his hands
on either side of her head, he leaned in and inhaled near her ear.
Breath caught in her throat while goose bumps raced
down her right side, perking her already perky nipples. “Yeah.” It wasn’t smart
at all. And neither was she because he hadn’t touched her. He was giving her
the opportunity to protest. To move.
She didn’t.
Yeah…stupid.
“And this,” he said, against her neck, knocking his
hat off, but he didn’t stop, just continued to blaze a trail to her shoulder,
giving her eyes a real good reason to roll back in her head.
“V-very bad.” Her legs were about to buckle.
Push him away.
She needed to push him away. Now.
“Then I definitely shouldn’t do this.”
Thrusting his hand in her hair, he cupped the back
of her head and kissed her full on the lips, and deep, very deep. That was it.
She was done. To hell with pushing him away.
Shayla dropped the jacket, reached around his back
and yanked him close, her perky nipples rejoicing at the contact with his hard,
hot body. And he was hard and hot.
All of him. A very impressive erection pressed impressively against her belly as his hips rocked against hers.
Someone moaned. Probably her. Didn’t matter. He felt
so damn good, plastering her against the wall, dipping and drinking as if he
couldn’t get enough. Or was that her? Again, it didn’t matter. Her whole body
was alive and on fire and wanted. It had been so very long since someone had
wanted her. Not since that cowboy in Amarillo. Amelia’s father.
Shoot.
Shayla drew back and sucked in air. “This…is…”
“Bad, I know,” he said, breath ragged, gaze as dazed
as she felt.
“It can’t happen again.”
He nodded.
“We’re too…”
“Combustible,” he correctly supplied.
“Exactly. We lead two different lives.” She inhaled
deeply. “You should go.”
“I know.”
He didn’t move. Why didn’t he move? She didn’t have
the strength, or willpower, to resist him if he initiated another killer kiss.
“You need to leave,” she tried again.
Amusement chased away some of the haze from his
gaze. “I will…as soon as you let go of me, darlin’.”
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