Ride it, cowgirl!
Stetson by Danielle Norman will be here July 19th!!!
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Her perfume was the smell of hay.
And her days were spent in the saddle.
Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life.
Her dad died.
Now, she’s left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables.
The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand.
And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch.
Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren’t boys…
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Trying to ignore my conscience, which was trying to remind me that I’d never had a one-night stand before, I focused on the fact that I wanted this.
I wanted Braden.
I’d been caught up in this flutter of attraction from the moment that I first laid eyes on him earlier this evening, and with every second that had passed the feelings only intensified.
Handing him a bottle of Yuengling, I snagged one for myself and twisted the top off.
“You all right?” He looped his arm around my waist, and I found myself leaning closer and closer to him. I just liked the feel of his body next to mine, strong and gentlemanly.
“I’m great.” I took several long sips off my bottle as I tried to slow my racing heart and give him the occasional fluttering of my eyelashes. I had no clue whether I was being flirtatious, which was what I was going for, or whether I looked like I had something caught in my eye. He grinned at me as his eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest of moments. Ahhh yes, definitely flirtatious.
I turned and sat my bottle down on my bedside table, he did the same.
“If you don’t want this to go any further, please tell me now.” He traced his thumb along my bottom lip, but he didn’t move a muscle to take him toward my door. He just stood there.
So I leaned in a bit more, finally closing the distance between us until I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. “I want this. You should probably kiss me,” I murmured, and I leaned in and planted a kiss on his surprised mouth. When I pulled back, he flashed me a panty-dropping grin and claimed my mouth again. His tongue delved into my mouth, and one of his hands slid to the small of my back, drawing my body against his and sending an explosion of shivers down my spine.
I pulled him over to my bed and collapsed, pulling him down on top of me.
Never in a million years did I think I would be the kind of woman who would be making the first move, being the aggressor, but his mouth on mine, his skin against my own—it was more intoxicating than any of the beer I’d had this evening, and I wanted more.
Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won’t stop calling her or asking her out.
And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She’s been married longer than Theo’s been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry’s for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele’s backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing.
Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).
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