Her Dream Cowboy by Samantha Holt
Talked into experiencing ranch life for herself by her best friend, Sophie comes all the way from England to Nevada, alone. But while her friend may have abandoned her, her guide for the week promises to stick close to her side.
A guide who just happens to be an honest to goodness, sexy cowboy.
Luke Harper is a busy man. He’s dedicated years to turning his ranch into a successful holiday business and he’s yet to find a woman who can deal with the realities of dating a cowboy. In his experience, they’re all after a dream. But Sophie proves too tempting for her own good and Luke can’t help wondering if the gorgeous woman would be willing to give him a chance.
Or is she just looking for a dream cowboy too?
The Layover by C.V. Madison (M/M erotic cowboy romance)
Security expert and avowed city boy Reno Locke drops into The Meeting Place for a little loving to fill his off hours. Country boy Wilder Henderson swings through to blow off a little steam after winning a rodeo competition. Locke finally works up the nerve to hit on Wilder and Locke takes Wilder back to his room. He finds out this urban cowboy is just what he was looking for during The Layover.
Faith, Hope, and Charity by J.T. Seate
In the old west, a young couple have plotted a future rendezvous for any chance of a life together, if only poor Johnny isn’t gunned down first by Faith’s father who is out for the cowboy’s blood.
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier (Yes, seriously!). She traditionally writes historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot highlanders, but occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance. When she reluctantly leaves her computer, she enjoys exploring old ruins and indulging an early midlife crisis. Adrenaline filled suggestions for the bucket list are always welcome! Find Samantha on Facebook at www.facebook.com/romanticfiction
Read excerpts from Her Dream Cowboy
The front door opened, and an honest to goodness cowboy stepped out. Sophie blinked, wondering if the heat had gotten to her. England was freezing at this time of year. Perhaps she hadn’t acclimatized properly.
Wearing a blue flannel shirt, a hat—a Stetson, right?—boots and worn jeans, the man embodied just about everything she’d ever pictured in a cowboy. Even from a distance, she saw his muscles flex with each movement as he strolled casually toward her. She couldn’t quite see the color of his hair yet, but his skin was a deep tan, making her acutely aware of her pale English rose coloring.
He stopped in front of her, his frame towering over her. And she was hardly short. Wide shoulders spread out before her, a V of flesh almost in her eye-line, and her mouth dried. She glanced up to be greeted by pale grey eyes set into a chiseled face. Christ, this guy was no metrosexual, unlike the London city boys she was used to.
Creases around his eyes suggested he laughed a lot, and his strong nose had a slight bump in the bridge, implying he’d broken it once. A tiny white scar skimmed the top of it and Sophie concluded he must have either taken a punch to the face or fallen on it. With muscles like those, she went for fighting but he didn’t look aggressive.
Oh God, he drawled. Her knees shook as she extended a hand. “Y-yes, that’s me. A pleasure to meet you.” What was it about foreign accents that made her sound even more like the Queen? She sounded ridiculous!
“Luke Harper. Nice to meet you. Can I take that?”
“Uh…” Before she could respond, he took her suitcase and led her into the ranch, stepping back to hold the door open.
“We’re just winding down from tourist season,” he said as he set down the suitcase and stepped behind the counter to grab a set of keys, “so it’s a little quiet. There was a group of four that joined us yesterday but they’ve gone out already.” He glanced at something on the desk and frowned. “Wasn’t there meant to be two of you? Didn’t you book a second person on the trip?”
Sophie drew her gaze from her surroundings to nod. “Yeah, my friend kind of bailed on me. So it’s just me.” She tried to grin, but it probably came out as a nervous smile.
His eyes twinkled when he removed his hat and dropped it on the counter.
Blond. Dark golden blond. And ridiculously touchable-looking. Sophie bent her hand into a fist to prevent herself from launching at him and thrusting her fingers into his hair. It curled at his nape and looked as if it needed a good cut, but it was beautiful compared to the carefully styled look of her ex-husband, David.
“Guess it will just be the two of us then,” he said with a flash of white teeth.
“T-two of us?”
“Yeah, I’ll be taking you out. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
His palms came upon her knees. She whimpered, realizing he was knelt in front of her. Thighs spread wide, she dropped her bowl to one side, inviting him in, and he took what she offered, moving close until he hooked both hands around her back.
The shock of his mouth against her collarbone galvanized her, making her arch into him. His tongue darted out to lick at her skin and she tingled from head to toe with sensation. Sophie unfurled her tightly clenched fists and speared them through his hair, knocking his hat from his head. Finally opening her eyes, she gazed down at his golden head as he licked his way across one breast to the other.
The sight of golden hair brushing her pale skin made her shudder with need. As if understanding that need, Luke took his hands from her back and thrust them under her shirt, fingertips skimming over her stomach and pressing beneath her bra.
His fingers closed in over her nipples as he watched her reaction carefully. She sighed and clutched his shoulders, hoping it would be enough to keep him there. If he stopped touching her, Sophie was fairly sure she might die of disappointment.
Rolling her nipples into hard buds, he plucked and played with them and palmed her breasts. Never had something as simple as just being touched turned her on so much.
“Sweetheart, you taste so good. I could eat you up.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
Luke shoved her T-shirt up under her arms and pulled down the cups of her bra before settling his mouth over one nipple. The exquisite heat of his tongue made her sex clench. She rolled her head back and stared at the darkening sky.
He laved his tongue over her other nipple and blew gently over it, causing it to tighten further.
“Luke,” she groaned as he teased her some more with mouth and teeth. If he didn’t do something else soon, she swore she would explode. “More, I need more.”
Slowly, he scattered soft gentle kisses across her breasts before pulling up her bra and tugging down her top. Sagging, Sophie brought her head back up to see his regretful expression. His lips tilted as he reached out and ran a finger down her profile.
“I can’t, Soph. I shouldn’t be trying to seduce a client. It’s really unprofessional.”
“You weren’t seducing me,” she protested. “I want you, Luke. I don’t care if it’s just for one night or whatever. Why can’t we enjoy one night together? It’s not like I can report you to the boss!”
“But I am the boss and I’m meant to be running a business. I don’t make a habit of sleeping with tourists, and I’m sure as hell not going to start now. No matter how tempted I am.”