Howdy, everyone! It’s a winter wonderland here in western Pennsylvania, and since we’ll be missing the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie due to 5 inches of snow, I’m sitting at my desk telling other stories.
Stories about bad girls who are alone on Christmas.
Bad girls who want to find some fun.
And who grab her bestie and hop a flight to Vegas for the holiday.
You might notice that this is a Rope ‘n Ride ON Novella. Some of you have read my Rope ‘n Ride Series and know the Calhouns is a rodeo family. If you’re a fan, you’ve probably read a few of my novellas set in the rodeo as well. And you might have also noted that some of the characters make guest appearances.
Recently, I decided to brand these all together into the Rope ‘n Ride and the Rope ‘n Ride ON Series. And yep, you’ve guessed by now that the cowboy hero in JINGLE BOOTS is a rodeo man!
Cutter is a stock breeder for the rodeo, and it seems everyone wants a piece of him. But on Christmas he’s alone on his ranch–until his bigwig hotel/casino manager brother invites him to stay in Vegas for the holiday.
Veronica’s family is overseas during the season, and she’ll be damned if she is spending her time in flight and then eating fruitcake at her boring aunt’s house. So she makes a snap decision to hop a plane and hit the strip.
A LITTLE ABOUT JINGLE BOOTS
Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls go to Vegas. Especially when they’re alone on Christmas.
When Veronica finds herself on her own this holiday, she does what any sassy young female would do—she calls up her bestie and lures her to Vegas with plane tickets. What could be better than hitting the clubs, having a few too many and…getting your twerk on?
Cutter would rather trade his boots for one of those feather Vegas showgirl outfits than spend Christmas at his big brother’s. But when he does the bump ’n grind on the dance floor with a sexy little filly with the mouth of a trucker, he knows he’s about to get lucky. Except he’s too much of a gentleman—isn’t he?
Veronica will take standing beneath the mistletoe with the blue-eyed, sable-haired cowboy over Aunt Lenora’s fruitcake any day. After all, he’s so darn good at tying knots—with pretty much anything. With only a few short days together, and her friend occupied with two hunky waiters, she has nothing to lose. Except Cutter’s getting a little too intense for just a short fling. Good thing he doesn’t know her real name…
Someone pressed against Veronica, and she protected her drink by bringing it to her lips. Her gaze settled on the man before her.
She lowered the glass, nearly dropping it. Booze dribbled over her fingers and ran down her wrist, and the man placed his hand over hers to keep her from dropping the glass.
A bolt of electricity went straight to her pussy. Her nipples tightened.
Rough hands. A rough-handed, blue-eyed man in a cowboy hat and boots.
“Well lookie who’s snagged a cowboy!” Julia’s laughter reached her.
“Did I snag you?” she asked dumbly. The alcohol’s hitting my system.
He stepped up to her. Took the glass from her hand and gave it to a passing waitress. Veronica caught a hint of leather and aftershave, something earthy that made her pussy squeeze with want.
Yeah, definitely too much to drink. But she wasn’t fucking this man. They were holding a shouted conversation above the music, right?
He fixed her in his gaze and caught her fingers. Then he very slowly raised them to his lips. For a dizzying moment, she thought he’d kiss her hand, but then he opened his mouth around her fingers and licked the alcohol from them.
Liquid heat hit her lower belly and spread through her entire body. She rubbed her thighs together, which probably only looked like a provocative form of dance.
She stared at his lips. They looked so hard and felt so soft. How? With his head tipped, the brim of his hat hid his eyes from view, but she liked the way his jaw muscle quivered as he stretched his tongue to reach down between her index and middle fingers to lap it clean.
She curled her free fingers under his jaw, shocked by how rough his beard scruff was. He continued to hold her forearm, moving his tongue around her fingers to the wetness on her wrist.
“I’m not much on Bacardi, but it tastes good on you, sweet thing.” It sounded as thang.
Oh God, a country drawl to go with the hat and boots. Her ovaries exploded.
“Dance with me,” he drawled before she could formulate words. Then she didn’t need to because her body knew exactly what to say.
BUY JINGLE BOOTS
And last year’s Rope ‘n Ride ON Christmas release A Cowboy for Christmas