Is there anything hotter than a rodeo cowboy?

Yesterday I was truly fortunate enough to appear on CBS Sunday Morning as part of their segment on Ellora’s Cave and the (sudden? Ha!) rise of erotic romance. The book they featured, including an excerpt I read aloud—yes, aloud!—is Rodeo Heat, which a couple of years ago won the Best BDSM Book of the Year at The Romance Studio. It still remains one of my favorites.
I fell in love with the rodeo when my husband and I moved to Texas in 2000. We never missed the San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo, one of the top rodeos in the country and one filled with color, excitement and energy. Watching those cowboys compete in the various events gave me a real appreciate of their skills. And their sex appeal!
Rodeo competitions evolved from ranch activities such as calf roping, horse breaking, herding, etc. Ranch chores evolved directly into the rodeo events of tie-down roping, team roping, and bronc riding. Ranchers began to organize long cattle drives and at the end of the drives the cowboys would unwind with informal competitions among themselves and various other outfits to see who was the best at what. It was from these contests that the modern rodeo was born.Rodeo Heat
Ben Lowell, the hero of Rodeo Heat, has been rodeoing for some time although he’s just thirty-two years old. But he wants out of the arena while his body is still intact. He has nearly enough money to buy the ranch he wants in Wyoming and the only thing missing is a woman to share his life with. Grace Delaney has never seen a rodeo in her life until her friend drags her out of the house and into a strange world, one where she meets a cowboy ten years younger whose sexual demands are beyond anything she could possibly imagine. But as Ben takes Grace on her journey of self discovery, and their love story plays about against the backdrop of the rodeo, it’s quickly apparent that the cowboy is, indeed, the sexiest of all the alpha males.
Here’s a taste of Rodeo Heat for you. I hope you’ll join Grace and Ben on their journey.

He moved his mouth over her body as if drawing a map with it, tasting every nook and crevice, seeking her pleasure spots and dwelling a long time on them. His open-mouthed kisses on her heated skin sent shafts of electricity through her, igniting nerves already snapping and firing.
His cock pressed against the soft skin of her inner thigh and her hands suddenly itched to touch it and hold it. Pulling Ben’s head up from its drifting path down to her pussy, she smiled at him. “Stop.”
His eyebrows raised. “Stop? Am I doing something wrong? Something you don’t like? Just tell me—”
“No. You’re doing everything just right. But I want to play too.” She pushed at his shoulders.
“And just what is it you want to do?” he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity as he rolled onto his back.
Wondering where this spurt of boldness had come from, she shifted onto her knees next to him, her gaze riveted to his erection which pointed directly at her. Tentatively she reached out a finger to touch the bead of fluid sitting like a viscous marble atop the slit. Rubbing it back and forth along the velvet surface, she watched the thick stalk bob under her touch and saw Ben’s thigh muscles tighten.
She hadn’t done this since Joe’s death. The few men she’d had sex with hadn’t appealed to her this way at all. Sometimes she wondered if they really appealed to her in any way. Worried that maybe she just wasn’t a sexual person.
No. Wait. Then she wouldn’t be where she was doing what she was. Right?
Inquisitively, she bent her head and licked the surface of the purple head with the tip of her tongue, swiping it back and forth two or three times, loving the slightly salty taste of the fluid and the sensation of the soft skin against her tongue. Her fingers barely wrapped around the thick length of him but she felt the steel beneath the supple covering. She unclasped him and ran one finger the length of the heavy vein, feeling the blood pulsing through it.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked, her voice tremulous, unable to look at him as she waited for his answer.
“Are you kidding?” Ben asked in a strangled voice, one large hand coming up to squeeze her buttocks. “I think you’re trying to torture me.”
Grace’s laugh held just a hint of uncertainty. “Just finding out what you feel like. How you feel.”
His hand moved in slow strokes on the cheek of her ass. “Surely this isn’t the first one you’ve ever seen or felt,” he joked.
“Believe it or not, the first in bright light. At least for longer than I want to remember.”
Because the others didn’t bear looking at. Except for Ben.

Rodeo Heat is available at Amazon
Also Ellora’s Cave and all other virtual bookstores.

About desiree01holt

I'm an author of erotic romance, a lot of them with very hot cowboys.
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2 Responses to Is there anything hotter than a rodeo cowboy?

  1. Laurel S says:

    Great excerpt, this one is going to have to find it’s way onto my TBR list!! I saw the interview, it was great!!

  2. Michelle says:

    What a hot cover ;). Love it!

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