I love cowboys. I love writing about them. After all, who can resist a man with an unshaven jaw, hat and worn jeans? I’m working on the second book of my series Cowboys of Nirvana. When I started writing this series I had a clear vision in mind–a place where I’d like to go for rest and relaxation. The ranch hands have landed at the Nirvana Ranch because they’re running from demons. The last thing these men want is to get close with the guests, or to find love. But you know how it works…sometimes love finds us when we least expect it.
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A cowboy stood on her step, his back facing her, and what a nice back.
Gorgeous had come knocking.
She inhaled deeply and sucked up soap and leather. Gorgeous smelled good too.
The blue flannel stretched forever across wide shoulders, and she followed the brawny masculine line to lean hips, wide belt and…oh dear, all that is holy…the jeans fit like a worn glove on his tight buns. So this was what a real cowboy looked like?
Her breathing quickened to a pant while her heart played a rhythm of pleasure. She’d been right… the treehouse was only the tip of the iceberg. Whatever she’d done in life to be rewarded with hot and sexy waking her up, she was grateful.
She’d even forgotten for a moment that she was standing with only a sheet wrapped around her torso—her trembling torso.
He turned and she held her breath. Oh yes, she most definitely was in paradise. The proof was wearing a cowboy hat and worn boots. Their eyes met and her knees weakened. What color were they? Green—blue maybe? And his facial features were delectable, as if he were molded with clay by an artist’s hand, then brought to life. A smile curved his beautiful lips and dizziness washed over her.
She knew that smile. She’d had sweet dreams of those lips.
But it couldn’t be possible.
He couldn’t be the hero that came along and saved her at the vending machine.
“Are you the man from the hotel parking lot?” She forced the words through quivering lips.
“Yes, ma’am.” He dipped his hat.
“Am I dreaming?” She didn’t realize she’d said the words aloud until he answered.
“Call it whatever makes you happy. I’m Ben.” His smile widened to a magical width.
She held onto the doorknob until her knuckles popped and she eased her grip. Her knees wobbled and she stilled her body by leaning into the door. She didn’t think she’d ever see him again, except in her dreams. Clearing her throat, she hoped her voice worked. “I’m—I’m Cara.”
“Yes, I know who you are.” He didn’t have the deep twang like Dade, but there was a slight accent that teased her ears. He slipped a steady gaze down the sheet and her nipples hardened. Wow…how did he do that?
“Did you know who I was at the hotel? Were you watching me?” Heat spread from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.
“No, I wasn’t watching you. It was mere chance that I spotted you across the parking lot at the very moment you needed me.”
Her cheeks stung and she guessed she blushed ten shades of red. She clasped the sheet tighter and took a step back, opening the door a little more. She concentrated on his eyebrows because all she wanted to do was gawk at tanned, sexy flesh. What had come over her? This man had come over her, that’s what. Then her gaze dipped to his kissable mouth. Wow…just wow. “I…I wasn’t expecting anyone. I mean, I was expecting you, not you, but Dade told me you would be here. I overslept. I’m sorry.”
“No apology. Most guests tend to sleep late here. Your first visit with Sofie is soon, then a riding lesson if you’d like. There’s fishing, too, since you said you wanted to learn, or rather what you told the operator. You probably should eat breakfast, keep up your energy.”
“I don’t eat breakfast. And who is Sofie?” More strangers. Her stomach did a loop.
“Whatever your pleasure, Cara. Sofie is Nirvana’s life skills coach. Part of the package.” He winked. “We like to give every guest what she needs”.
Sparks of awareness tackled her veins. She was no longer dizzy but there was a new tight feeling between her legs. “What I need?” She pushed the words through trembling lips.
His smile warmed her bones. “That’s right, ma’am.”
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