She hadn’t really said more than a quick hello. He’d headed to the stables shortly after they’d arrived and she’d happily retreated to her room to regroup. To summon strength, because she was a vulnerable mess at the moment. If she could just gather some willpower, even just a smidge, in order to resist the gorgeous cowboy…because heck, he made her feel things she had no business feeling.
Yes, staring at Connor’s boot was about all she could handle at the moment. Anything higher…
Heat shot through her body, settling in her face and other parts further south. Parts that liked to be called good, but she preferred to call them closed for the season. No way could she allow her gaze to take in the whole man. Jeez, the toned scenery of his northern terrain could make a girl want to get lost. And stay lost. Forever. He sported a very sexy landscape restricted for equally sexy women…of which she was not.
The reality of those words hit her with the force of an icy, cold blast. She blinked until his boot came back into focus.
“There is someone more stubborn than us,” he continued, that darn sexy drawl sending shivers to her toes, while an unwelcomed heat pooled low in her belly.
And she’d only just cooled off.
“Who?” his father asked.
“Jordan,” came his humorous reply.
Laughter filled the room. No one would argue that fact. Once her sister made up her mind about anything, she didn’t let go. Kerri laughed, too. When the cowboy was right, he was right.
Maybe she could allow herself a small peek.
Tall, broad shoulders and chest, muscles bulging out from under his red, rolled up sleeves, brown hair, dancing brown eyes and those darn dimples…he was six-foot-four-inches of Texas testosterone. The equivalent of saturated fat.
Tasted good but wasn’t good for you.
Granted, she’d only had a little taste when he’d briefly kissed her at her parent’s anniversary party back in September. But, it had been enough for Kerri to scratch him off her menu—permanently.
Besides, she preferred men with class, who’d picked her up for a date wearing a suit and enjoyed the fine arts. Not a brash, long-haired cowboy whose favorite pastime was teasing and never took anything serious. One who thought dressing up was donning a new pair of jeans. Whose idea of culture was the black velvet painting of a pack of poker playing, cigar smoking, bulldogs hanging in his office.
Maybe she’d gotten this all wrong. Maybe he was out of her league…
About the Author
Donna Michaels is a multi-published author of Romaginative Fiction. From short to epic, sweet to very hot, she writes all lengths and most romance genres—Contemporary; Comedy; Sci-fi; Paranormal; Fantasy; Action/Adventure and Suspense.
She is happily married to a military man for over twenty-six years. They live in Northeastern Pennsylvania with their four children and several rescued cats. It is only natural for the military to spill into some of Donna’s writing, as well as humorous episodes from her full family life.
Donna is contracted with The Wild Rose Press and Whimsical Publications. This book is her second self-published book. If you enjoyed this story, please leave a quick review. It would be much appreciated. Also, check out Donna’s other works. All her books are available in eBook, and her novels are also available in print.
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