What’s better than a cowboy? Why, a naked cowboy of course. And I’ve got them by the handful (and I do mean handful.) Number Four in the Naked Cowboys series is out now ready to tempt you with a hot bad boy story.
Tired of the devious twists and turns of the corporate world, Georgie Zielinski takes her savings and her 401K to little Saddle Wells, Texas where she has bought a closed, rundown Bed & Breakfast. Using her knowledge of years in the hospitality business she plans to rehab the place and open her own B&B. Cade Hannigan was once on top of the world and disgustingly arrogant about it. Now he has fallen to the bottom of the barrel, working as the janitor at the Lone Star Bar and drinking himself to sleep every night. Cade loses his job at the exact moment that Georgie needs a handyman to help her with the B&B. They are a most unlikely pair, the world weary blond and the down and out cowboy, but electric sparks fly between them. As they work to bring to life the old building to life, something sexually explosive grows between them. Then Cade’s past comes back to slap him in the face and it all falls apart. It will take more than hot sex to put this couple back together. Come take a wild ride with a hot blonde and the latest naked cowboy.
Cade didn’t think he’d ever been this nervous in his life, and looking at this woman didn’t help. Today she had her blonde hair up in a ponytail and worn jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt caressed a figure that made his cock want to stand up and salute. Unlike most of the women he knew, her face had a fresh quality to it and the thick blonde ponytail looked like a cascade of silk. He couldn’t say for sure, but he’d bet it was the real deal, nothing from a bottle.
But it was the crackle of electricity that snapped between them that was the real shocker. He could see she felt it too, her eyes flaring with the realization. Go figure. No makeup, a smudge of something on one cheek, and she quite literally took his breath away.
No, no, no, no. You are not putting the make on this woman. She’s your last chance. Your only chance.
She stared at him for a long moment before he saw recognition flare in her eyes and she took a step back. She was holding the handle of something that was part of some kind of machinery and she unconsciously held it up as if to ward him off.
Oh, Jesus. Those women last night had probably given her an earful about him. He was dead before he got started.
“Can I help you?”
He gave himself a mental shake, doing his best to stop gawking at her.
Be polite. Really polite.
He took off his hat and put on what he hoped was his most earnest face.
“My, um, name is Cade Hannigan.”
“I know who you are.” She was still holding that whatever-it-was in front of her.
Swell. So they had told her all about him. He’d better be plenty humble and make his case to her since his only other choice was the gutter.
“I wondered if I might speak to you for a moment.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I can’t imagine what we’d have to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
She was going to slam the door in his face. Oh, shit, shit, shit.
“I’ve never been in a position where I had to beg for anything,” he told her quickly, “but I’m begging now. For five minutes of your time. Just listen to me. If the answer’s no, I’ll turn around and drive out of here and you’ll be rid of me.”