Hi all! I want to introduce you all to my newest book, Her Cowboy Daddy. Colton is the perfect gentleman, a rodeo cowboy who doesn't know he wants to be a daddy until he rescues Scarlett from sure disaster. I hope you enjoy the snippet below that will shed a little light on our hero and hopefully get you in the mood to read more! I'd love to hear your thoughts so feel free to comment!
“Mmm. That’s it, right there,” she gasped, widening the distance between her perfectly shaped legs.
Colton slid his hands underneath her beautiful, firm ass and pulled her to him, grunting when her legs wrapped around his back. She was a beaut, no doubt about it, but she could do with talking a little less. It seemed like she’d done nothing but run her mouth since he’d met her two hours ago and while that was fine at the bar once he’d brought her back to his room he’d expected her to leave him in silence so that he could work.
And work he did, kissing every curve, arousing every nerve until she was a quivering pool of jelly in his very skilled hands.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned.
“Does it look like I plan to stop?” he growled, searing her with a stern look. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“Do you want me to sit, or—”
He hadn’t expected her to take him literally and couldn’t help but smile. “Lie back then, darlin’.”
Colton didn’t like to think in times like these. He liked to get down to what he did best—well, one of the things he did best, anyhow. He was real good at ridin’ bulls, swilling whiskey and pleasing the ladies. He wouldn’t be satisfied until the woman underneath him was screaming his name—he always aimed to please.
“Mmm. That’s it, right there,” she gasped, widening the distance between her perfectly shaped legs.
Colton slid his hands underneath her beautiful, firm ass and pulled her to him, grunting when her legs wrapped around his back. She was a beaut, no doubt about it, but she could do with talking a little less. It seemed like she’d done nothing but run her mouth since he’d met her two hours ago and while that was fine at the bar once he’d brought her back to his room he’d expected her to leave him in silence so that he could work.
And work he did, kissing every curve, arousing every nerve until she was a quivering pool of jelly in his very skilled hands.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned.
“Does it look like I plan to stop?” he growled, searing her with a stern look. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“Do you want me to sit, or—”
He hadn’t expected her to take him literally and couldn’t help but smile. “Lie back then, darlin’.”
Colton didn’t like to think in times like these. He liked to get down to what he did best—well, one of the things he did best, anyhow. He was real good at ridin’ bulls, swilling whiskey and pleasing the ladies. He wouldn’t be satisfied until the woman underneath him was screaming his name—he always aimed to please.
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