Got Cowboy?
Yes, I’ve got COWBOY again – another tall, dark, and hot one! A Cowboy and a Gentleman released yesterday at Musa Publishing. This is second in my McCray Brothers series, and it features the oldest brother, Dallas. If you enjoyed the story of middle brother Zach in Ivy League Cowboy, you’ll love this one. If you haven’t read Ivy League Cowboy yet, it’s also available at Musa. Stay tuned for youngest brother, Chad, in Rodeo Queen, coming in January!
Dallas is a cowboy and a gentleman who never makes the same mistake twice...even if it costs him true love.
Newly divorced Dallas McCray wants a sweet country girl like his sister-in-law, so why is he lusting after the new veterinarian in town, striking New Jersey transplant Annie DeSimone? Also divorced, Annie yearns to leave her difficult past behind and start a new life in beautiful Colorado. Sparks fly between her and handsome cowboy Dallas, but attraction and emotion aren’t always enough…especially when a cowboy has vowed never to make the same mistake twice.
Excerpt:
“Oh!” Annie couldn’t help squealing. Dallas’s kitchen was the size of a small ballroom. Silvery granite countertops surrounded sharp stainless steel appliances. Oak hardwood graced the floor. “You brought me to this house and had no intention of letting me use this incredible kitchen? You’ll pay for that one.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You’ll have to.” Annie ran her hands over the smooth silver finish of the Viking cooktop. “I’m busy having an orgasm over this stove.”
She turned to the stainless steel refrigerator and opened the freezer door. “Hmm. Beef, beef, and more beef. I’m seeing a pattern here.”
“I’m a beef rancher, Doc.”
“I suppose you have a larger freezer full of beef in the basement?”
“And in the garage.”
“Okay. No problem. I can definitely work with beef.” She opened the door to the refrigerator. “Eggs, good. Lettuce, good. Butter. Do you have any olive oil?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.” Annie moved to the walk-in pantry. “Eureka,” she said and handed him a bottle.
“This is olive oil?”
“Yeah, Cowboy. See the label? Olive. Oil. Extra virgin, no less. It’s a monounsaturated fat, good for the heart. Very popular in Italy, where, by the way, they have a much lower incidence of heart disease.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“You should. Beef is great, Cowboy, but it’s extremely high in saturated fat. Although...” She eyed him up and down. “You don’t seem to have any issues with fat.”
She walked back into the pantry and squealed again. “Bittersweet chocolate. Excellent. I can make you a delicious dessert.”
“Uh, Annie?”
“Yeah?”
“Get your pretty little bottom out here please.”
“Just a minute.” She couldn’t tear herself away from the pantry. She grabbed the sugar and several cans of plum tomatoes.
“Now, Doc.” He had sneaked up behind her and his breath was a hot whisper against her neck.
She shuddered, turning to face him. “What is it?”
He took the sugar from her and set it back on the shelf. “I refuse to play second fiddle to my kitchen.” He clamped his lips onto hers.
Annie’s body ignited as he pillaged her mouth. If there were an award for the world’s best kisser, Dallas McCray would win it, hands down.
He walked backwards out of the pantry, dragging her with him, then lifted her and set her on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Even through her jeans, the sparkling granite was cool on her behind. He spread her legs and inched between them, pressing his hardness into her clothed sex. “Feel that, Doc?” he said against her mouth. “That’s me wanting you. Hungering for you.”
“Oh yeah, Cowboy,” she whispered, running her tongue along his stubbled jaw line. “God you feel good.”
“Better than my Viking stove?”
She laughed softly in his ear. “I don’t know. What kind of heat can you generate?”
I’ll be happy to show you.” He deftly unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, and threw them onto the kitchen floor. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he rasped. He tongued one nipple, then the other, the flicks sending chills rippling over Annie’s skin. “Oh,” she moaned. “I’ve been thinking about you too, Cowboy. But...”
“But what?” He trailed kisses across the plump white skin of her breasts.
“Could you...could you grab two pounds of round steak out of the freezer and stick them in the microwave to defrost?”
Also check out Ivy League Cowboy now available from Musa Publishing.
6 comments:
Ohhh Hot Helen! Sounds like a great story.
I love the sound of this one. Putting in on my tbr list.
Good luck!
E. Lane
Why are there so few cowboys in Manhattan??? Yikes, this is hot.
In the kitchen! Oh my goodness. Loved the excerpt.
Great series. I love the idea of following each brother in a separate book.
Good luck with your series! Sounds cool.
Patti
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