I’m almost finished with Book 5 of the Rhinestone Cowgirls series–Resisting Pressure! It’ll be up for pre-order in a few days, so watch for details coming soon.
I’m including an unedited excerpt. Hope it gets you by until it releases in October!
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“You were tucked up real nice and tight at my side, your fingers tugging at my belt buckle and I sort of lost touch with reality.” He shifted in his worn boots then kicked up a rock.
“Oh, in that case, you’re completely forgiven.”
“No! However, I do appreciate you admitting that a man can’t think when he has a—” she slipped her gaze to his zipper, rolling her tongue along the plump curve of her bottom lip, “–problem.”
“I wasn’t the only one with a ‘problem’, sweetheart.” His deliberate grin drove through her like a pitchfork.
How could she argue? She’d wanted him in a very bad, but very good, way. “Good thing we came to our senses, huh?” She sniffed loudly and walked ahead of him, knowing he watched her closely. She put an extra amount of shake in her sashay, just for looks.
“Face the facts, Violet. You nearly jumped my bones back at the restaurant. Good thing I got us the hell out of there or we’d be sitting in a jail cell for indecent exposure.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Keefer. It makes you look very ugly.” Liar! As angry as she was, she still thought he was the most handsome man she’d laid eyes on. The way his Wranglers fit nice, tight buns and large, calloused hands that could offer lots of fun for her sensitive flesh…whoo-wee. Even with the ego that stretched for miles, he could still make her libido hum a melody. Maybe it had something to do with the bad-ass quality. The deep, white scar on his left cheek made him look dangerous. A good girl always liked a challenge, however, she was far from being a ‘good’ girl.
“And like your snooty attitude makes you look any better.” He snorted. “I do believe the witch forgot her broomstick.”
She stopped and jabbed her finger into the middle of his chest. “I might be a witch, but I have good reason. You try walking a mile on gravel in these heels and then we’ll see how you feel! Until then, stick your opinion where the sun doesn’t sh–”
He pressed his finger against her lips. “Let’s not make things worse. Okay, darlin’? The sexual attraction is already off the charts and your anger only gets me hotter.”