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Excerpt:
The room was steamy with
dancing and pheromones. Harmony ordered a Bud Light and ran the icy bottle over
her forehead.
A new song started up. Shaking
off her melancholy, she strode right into the heart of the crowded dance floor.
Steve Earle’s “Copperhead Road”—an easy line dance. She counted her way in and
soon was stomping across the dance floor. The loud music pounded in her chest.
Even though it had been years since she’d line danced, her body knew the steps
without her thinking about them. The heartache receded a little.
More
dancing. Maybe some shots. Maybe making out with a stranger. That’ll keep me
from feeling…this. Whatever this ugly feeling is.
She danced solo for three more
songs. Then an old-timer led her in a waltz. The country gentleman was followed
by a baby-faced cowboy in a camo baseball cap. She danced three more songs with
him and bid him goodbye with a hug and a kiss on the cheek—too young.
The DJ took the mike. “Next up,
the cowboy cha-cha.”
A slower dance. Harmony fanned
herself with her hand and thought this might be a good time to grab a shot of
Fireball chased with another beer.
She turned to leave the dance
floor when a big warm hand rested on her shoulder.
“Wait. Don’t go yet.”
She turned. In the dark, the
new cowboy’s face was obscured in the shadow of his hat. The DJ cued up an old
Bellamy Brothers song Harmony remembered her father loved. It began, “If I said
you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?” She knew the words as
surely as she knew her own name.
The dancers around them paired
off in a hurry and got into the sweetheart position. Everyone counted off
together and started around the massive dance floor in a counter-clockwise
direction, all in time.
Before Harmony could say
anything, the stranger took her hands and spun her. His movements were sure and
strong. He was an experienced dancer, not someone who had to be babysat around
the floor.
“Been a long time, hasn’t it?”
he said.
She stole sideways glances at
him. Tall and muscular, he wore a black hat and a plaid shirt with the sleeves
rolled up. His forearms were thick and smooth. She could see that he had a
strong jaw, a dark, short beard, and dark skin. He spoke crystal-clear English
with a lilting Mexican accent.
“You don’t remember me, do you,
Harmony?”
She stared.
A half-smile. “Guess I’m just
another cowboy to you.”
For strangers, they moved in
perfect rhythm. Harmony felt grateful that he was a strong lead since her brain
was otherwise occupied with trying to figure out who he was. When he brought
their bodies together, chest to chest, she looked up at him. His body gave off
controlled strength and a smooth, unnerving calm. At last, she peeked under the
shadow of his cowboy hat.
Dark brows. Bedroom eyes the
color of whiskey.
No
way. “Lucky?”
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Forget chocolate and flowers. This
homegrown honey is all the sweetness he craves.
Small-town life is nothing but a waiting
room for eighteen-year-old honor student Corazón Gomez. Work and school leave
little time for love, but with a full-ride Ivy League scholarship and a one-way
ticket out of the boondocks, who needs it?
The answer appears on Valentine’s Day
when her old cowboy crush ambles into the ice cream parlor where she works,
inviting her to go on a late-night ride in his truck. For the first time she
wavers between staying on the straight and narrow, and going off-road with the
handsome heartbreaker.
After four years working on ranches all
over the country, Caleb MacKinnon is back on the family farm helping out his
mom and brothers while his father fights cancer. The one bright spot: smart,
funny, and wickedly sexy Cora.
From the start, they both know this
blazing-hot love affair can’t last. But when autumn comes and Cora has to leave
for the East Coast, Caleb must find a solution to keep himself—and his
heart—from falling apart.
Warning:
Contains hard, cherry-poppin’ sex in a pickup truck and a cowboy charmer who
talks dirty in two languages.
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Ball-busting business woman meets
no-holds-barred cowboy. He’s gonna need a longer rope…
Marketing
hotshot Monica Kaur has put her big-city life on hold to help bail out her
brother’s failing business. Now she’s got three months to plan and promote a
rodeo, the first her tiny hometown has ever seen.
To
ensure the rodeo’s success, Monica enlists a local hero, a rancher’s son who’s
made a name for himself on the bull-riding circuit. Problem? She can’t stop
daydreaming about the cocky bastard—and all the things she longs to do to him
out behind the chutes.
Professional
bullfighter Dean MacKinnon is home helping his family while his father fights
cancer. Haunted by bad memories, jaded by love, Dean finds escape in a
no-strings-attached go-round with brainy, sexy Monica, whose close-knit
Sikh-American family would sooner run him out of town than see her with a
notorious rodeo Romeo.
In
private, Monica and Dean play as hard as they work. But as the rodeo draws
near, that clean break they promised each other is getting more and more hung
up in the rigging.
For
eight years, Melody Santos played the game of love and lost—big time. Now she’s
back in her tiny hometown looking after her younger sister, making ends meet
with an assortment of odd jobs. When her childhood best friend hires her to
help him sell his family’s grass-fed beef, the last thing she anticipates is
falling in lust with the legendary, brown-eyed player.
To put
his family’s cattle ranch back in the black, Clark MacKinnon has his sights set
on big contracts—gourmet chefs and restaurateurs. If that means long hours
traveling from farmer’s market to farmer’s market, Clark doesn’t mind.
Particularly since his new assistant is his childhood crush, all grown up and
sexy as hell.
One
night in bed leaves them breathless and hungry for more. But when his
love-’em-and-leave-’em reputation collides with her trust issues, Clark and
Melody must face the truth about what they’ve become: not friends, not lovers,
but players in a game that’s impossible to win.
Warning:
Contains filthy banter, raunchy sex, excessive Johnny Cash references, and hundreds
of pounds of raw beef.
Author
Bio:
Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun,
sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She's a sucker for working
class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends.
When she's not lost in a story, Mia spends her
time cooking, gardening, traveling, volunteering and looking for her keys. In a
past life, she was a classroom teacher and still has a pretty good
"teacher voice" and "teacher stare."
She lives in the heart of Los Angeles with her
roguish husband and two waggish dogs.
You can also visit her
online at the following places:
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