My friend is getting married to a cowboy.
Instead of having separate bachelor and bachelorette parties, they decided to have one big rootin’ tootin’ party. And what I can say is, it was a blast! The party was held at a western bar and the groom-to-be invited all of his relatives. I’ve never seen so many Stetsons, Wrangler-butts and worn boots in one room in all of my life. My creative side was in high alert! They knocked back the whiskey and beer, and these boys got a little crazy. They loved to smile and flirt with the ladies. But this was just the tip of the iceberg. They sat the bride and groom down at a table facing the dance floor and the country music started on the speakers–Hank Williams. Out came three cowboys, but they weren’t just any ol’ bucks dressed up in hat and boots. These were the groom’s uncles and all three were in their seventies. They put on a dance routine that included stripping down to tightie whities and fake nip rings. The bombshell…they did a senior citizen version of twerking (that’s what they called it). Then sashayed sexily around to show the crowd that on their undies in bold letters were the words… CONGRATS. BETTY. WILLIE. I loved the spirit of these fellas.
I don’t have a new cowboy to show you, but I do have a hot contemporary up for pre-order.
Pride & Pleasure (Book 1, The KNIGHT Brothers)
Avary Pine plays the cello like an angel.
One evening she is attacked outside of the theater after a performance and is left without the use of her hand.
Fast forward two years. After grueling physical therapy and living and breathing the cello, Avary is determined to become the musician she once was. Her music coach encourages her to start playing in the public again, but the mind doesn’t heal as fast as the body. Each time Avary closes her eyes she is filled with memories of the attack.
Living with her sister, out of money and in a career rut, Avary accepts an offer to play at a dinner party at the illustrious Knight Estate. Baby steps back into the musical world didn’t include a luxurious weekend at a vineyard, but does she have a choice?
Reserved, intimidating, rich Victor Knight reluctantly invites unworldly, mousy Avary to his estate–but he’s in for a shock. Nothing about her is mousy. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a sweet, free-spirited cellist, but why can’t he resist? She cramps his bachelor lifestyle, and he’s never been happier. But he can’t lose someone again…
His smoothed his thumb across her cheek, stopping at her chin. He tugged her mouth open as he lowered his lips, his tongue sliding deep inside of her, stroking her tongue. “You taste so good,” he muttered against her lips.
She moaned, not realizing she had her nails deep into his skin until her knuckles ached. He pressed his hips against hers, pushing her deeper against the mattress.
He felt so good against her body.
Her eyes were open, watching him, loving how sensual he looked kissing her. His hand skimmed down her waist, tangling one finger in the elastic of her panties, but he didn’t make a move to remove them. She rolled her hips, in silent invitation to do what he pleased. She was readier than ever to give him all of her.
“I’ll take things slow, baby. I’d never hurt you.”
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