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Award-winning author Victoria Vane lets loose the fourth in the Hot Cowboy Nights series



With exceptional talent and looks, cowboy “horse whisperer” Keith Russo once had the world at his feet – until his career was unwittingly destroyed by an aspiring filmmaker. After being rejected by his family for exploiting his Native American heritage, Keith has no choice but to turn back to his humble beginnings as a wild horse wrangler.

Miranda Sutton always dreamed of making films, until wild mustangs captured her heart. But turning her grandmother’s Montana ranch into a wild horse sanctuary proves harder than she thought. She needs someone who knows wild horses. Keith and the mustangs need each other. And while working together to save the herd, Keith and Miranda discover a passion as wild as the mustangs they love.

Praise for Slow Hand:
“Scorching…witty…a red-hot cowboy tale…their sexual chemistry crackles.” –Publishers Weekly


Miranda was freezing cold, but she was also terrified. Of him. Of the feelings he’d roused in her.

He reached out his hand, beckoning softly. “Don’t be foolish, Miranda. Come and get warm.”

Tamping down her trepidations, she rose and settled herself lengthwise beside him. His arm came around her, wrapping her in his blanket, and instantly cocooning her in his body heat. He pulled her closer against him and nuzzled into her hair. “I don’t understand you at all, Miranda…but I like how you smell.”

She relaxed. “You do?”

“Yes. I do.” He burrowed into her neck, his breath hot and his lips soft. “Very much.”

She whispered back, “If we’re making confessions, I like how you feel.”

“Is that so?” He rolled her onto her back so that his body lay on top of hers. His mouth stretched into a slow smile. “Is there a particular part of me you like?”

Her face heated. If she’d had any doubt his desire was real, the proof was palpable through two layers of thick denim. “Um…maybe that didn’t come out quite right. I meant that you make me feel safe.”

“Safe?” His thumb skirted softly over her lips. “Maybe you aren’t as safe as you think.” He added in a tone that made her shiver with anticipation, “I think perhaps Goldilocks is about to discover that the old woman is really a big bad wolf.”

“You’re mixing up the stories, Keith. Goldilocks was with the three bears. Little Red Riding Hood was with the wolf.”

“You make films your way, and let me tell the stories,” he said. “Storytelling is in my blood, after all.”

“All right, then. Have it your way. Tell me this story about Goldilocks and the Big Bad Wolf.”

He flashed a big, bad lupine grin. “My version begins much the same as what you have heard before, but when Goldilocks enters her grandmother’s tepee, she exclaims, ‘Huttsi, what large hands you have!’

‘All the better to touch you with, my child,’ the wolf replies.

‘Huttsi, what a big mouth you have!’

‘All the better to kiss you with, my dear!’

‘Huttsi, what a long tongue you have!’

‘All the better to lick every inch of you, my sweet.’”

His eyes gleamed mischievously. Miranda suspected she knew what was coming next.

“‘But, Huttsi, what an enormous—’”

“Don’t say it!” She covered his mouth. His chuckle warmed both her hand and her ears.

“Don’t you want to know how it ends?” he asked.

“I’m not certain I do.”

“I’ll tell you anyway. He devours her bite by delectable bite.” He flashed another very wolfish smile. “You see?” His smile disappeared. “You are never safe with a wolf.”

His lips were soft, smooth, and so very knowing as his mouth melded with hers with slow, toe-curling deliberation. There was nothing hurried or clumsy, none of the typical hesitancy, nose bumping, or teeth clashing of a first kiss. Taking her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss by tiny degrees, increasing pressure, adding licks and nips, teasing and torturing her until his hot tongue breached her mouth. Their tongues met, sliding and tangling—both a prelude and promise of so much more. She’d never been kissed by a man who knew how to give her everything she wanted, but Keith did.

Shutting her eyes, she recalled a night spent in another desert when she’d driven down to Baja California for a project in time-lapse videography. After hours of scouting, she’d located a small growth of thin, inconspicuous, dead-looking branches hidden among a patch of scrub—a night-blooming cereus. After setting up cameras, she’d spent the night vigilantly watching for the desert queen to unfurl for its single night of glory. When the flower finally opened, it had perfumed the air with a sweet and delicate scent. She sat watching the flower until it had wilted and withered away with the first light of dawn. Watching that bloom come to life had been one her most memorable experiences.

Keith made her feel very much like that desert flower waiting to bloom. She yearned to be touched…to be loved…and her resistance to him was fading fast. The kiss intensified, blinding her with blissful sensation. Nothing compared to the taste of his mouth, of his musky scent, of the feel of his warm hands on her skin. It was everything she’d hope for and more. Any lingering doubts vaporized like a puff of breath in the cold night air.

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About Victoria Vane

~Smart and Sexy Romance~ VICTORIA VANE is an award-winning author whose works of fiction include everything from wild comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. She loves the mountains and resides in the upstate region of South Carolina. In addition to reading and writing, she is an avid equestrienne. Look for her sexy new contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks in 2014.
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15 Responses to Preview: SADDLE UP by VICTORIA VANE

  1. Donna Repsher says:

    My favorite cover is on Slow Hand–it’s so subtly sexy!

  2. Shirley Long says:

    Definitely Slow Hand. Love the way the shirt leaves it all to the viewers imagination. And of course, the black hat ain’t bad either.

  3. Clare O'Beara says:

    I’ll go with Rough Rider because the guy is toting some tack and he’s got a nice check shirt. He looks more like a real cowboy.

  4. JackieWisherd says:

    I like the Sharp Shootin Cowboy cover because the cowboy looks sexy and the kinda guy one would like as a really good friend.

  5. doveknoll says:

    Although they are all amazing, I really love Sharp Shootin’. The way his body is positioned, the vest, and his shirt opened just right. There is just something about it that draws my to the hero. What I like about Slow Hand’s cover is the intensity of his eyes. Sexy.

    Terri S

  6. Joye says:

    I like Rough Rider that is really the way a cowboy would dress. Don’t think they wear vests or black unless going into town to party

  7. hunter101a says:

    My favorite cover is Slow Hand because it’s a little bit cowboy, a little bit business and a whole lot of sexiness!

  8. ElaineM says:

    Saddle Up. Love the dark and brooding look of the hero. His body isn’t bad either.

  9. Charlene Whitehouse says:

    My favorite cover is Rough Rider. Its sexy and young.

  10. Slow Hand…..Dressy Cowboy and soooo sexy!!!!!

  11. Martha Lawson says:

    Sharp Shooting Cowboy – Looks more like a cowboy!

  12. Rough Rider. You had me at the title alone.

  13. Laura Lovejoy Brunk says:

    My favorite cover…Rough Rider. Phew !

  14. Michelle D says:

    The covers are all great but Slow Hand is definitely my favorite. It’s just so sexy…le sigh…

  15. Debs M says:

    My favorite is Sharp Shootin’ Cowboy. I love the more rugged look of a cowboy. Yummy!!

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