My very good friend D'Ann Lindun has another GREAT western romance hitting the shelves. This time her book comes in the form of an anthology with five other western writers.
Can I get a Yee-Haw??
from Cowboy Up 2
Tagline: She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together?
Blurb: All Madeline Harper ever wanted was to escape the tight fences of Black Mountain, Colorado. Nothing would stop her from pursuing her goals--not a devoted boyfriend or infant son. Leaving everything behind, she landed her dream job as a Western Girl jeans model. Her sister’s wedding is the only thing that can entice her home. What she learns upon her return shakes her to the core…and changes everything.
For the last five years Shan Ellis’ life has consisted of taking care of his son and being a cowhand on his parents’ ranch. He scarified everything to be a single dad. College. A career. Girls. Now, the one woman he can’t forget is back in town. Can he take a chance, and risk his heart, or steer clear and never know what might have been?
His lips covered hers in a way that left no doubt to his intentions—he was going to make her his tonight. She opened under his forceful assault and his tongue plundered her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon or peppermint. She didn’t know which, or care. All that mattered was the way his lips and tongue tortured hers until she couldn’t think straight.
When he tested the weight of her breasts in his palms, her nipples peaked and pressed against her satin bra. To give him access to them, she slid back until her back was against the door. He covered her body with his bigger one, feet on the floor, stuck under the steering wheel.
She moaned into his mouth.
He responded by releasing her lips. “Damn. How the hell did we ever fit in here?”
“We didn’t.” She giggled. “But we didn’t care back then.”
“I seem to remember this a different way.” His voice was low, husky and so full of need it sent shock waves straight between her legs. Before she could react, he flipped their positions. He sat in the seat with her straddling him. Reaching alongside the seat with his right hand, he moved the seat back far as it would go.
“That’s a little better. Now there’s just one more problem.”
“You have on too many clothes.” He reached for the buttons on her blouse. In seconds he’d bared her breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he pulled deep. Madeline arched into the sensation of his lips and tongue caressing her nipple.
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and held him in place as he sucked. With his free hand, he covered her other breast, squeezing the nipple between his first and second fingers.
Her stomach clenched and she thrust her pelvis toward his.
“That works better without clothes,” he said against her breast.
Together, they worked her jeans from her hips and legs.
“How did we ever do this?” she muttered, kicking off her boots.
“I don’t know. Getting naked used to seemed easier.” Shan wiggled out of his own jeans, shorts and boots.
He reclaimed her mouth, his hands covering both breasts. Using his thumbs, he flicked her nipples until they stood at attention. She arched again, her head thrown back. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
No one had ever made her feel like Shan.
More than the way his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her skin, it was the way his soul touched hers that felt so right.
She whimpered and pressed her lips to his. He opened his mouth and darted his tongue inside. Their tongues twisted together in a mating ritual old as time. Familiar as yesterday.
She spread her legs, the hair on his thighs tickling hers. She slid forward, rocking her pelvis against his erect cock.
He moaned into her mouth.
She lifted her hips and he slid his hand between them, cupping her feminine mound. His thumb circled her clit until she gasped.
Reaching down, she clasped his cock. For a moment, she held him, teasing. Hard to believe such soft skin could be so hard underneath. She ran a tentative stroke along the underside, to his balls and back to the tip. A shudder ripped through his entire body.
She wrapped her fist around him and stroked.
With each slow, steady tug he seemed to grow larger. Harder.
He slid one, then two fingers inside her, sliding his thumb over her clit. He spread his fingers wide. “You’re so wet.”
She nipped his jaw. “Oh, God, Shan.”
“Feel good?” he said in her ear. “I can make it better.”
His sexy words caused her wet walls to clench around his fingers. He tipped his fingers forward and pushed deep.
With a muffled cry against his neck, she came, riding wave after wave. Finally the tremors subsided.
Brushing her hair back, he kissed her deep.
The pointed tips of her nipples brushed the hair on his chest, the feeling one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. When his work roughened fingers brushed over the extended points, an aftershock hit her.
“You have protection?” she managed to gasp.
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
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