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Book 2 of the Cowboys of Colton Canyon
A BBW Western Romance
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Book 2 of
the Cowboys of Colton Canyon
A BBW
Western Romance
by Joann
Baker and Patricia
Mason
After
almost losing his left arm in Afghanistan, taciturn rancher, Boone Leland
worked hard to make a name for himself and a success of Leland Farms. Sometimes
he wondered why since there would be legacy, no children to carry on his name,
for who would want to marry a crippled cowboy?
Plus-size
model Rebecca Morgan took one look at hard-as-stone rancher, Boone Leland, and
knew she’d found her purpose. On his farm to do a photo shoot introducing his
new organic vegetable business, the sparks start flying. When Becky realizes
the rough-around-the-edges Boone isn’t going to make a move, she sets out to
seduce him.
Will the
heat be too hot to handle or will it mold their love into something lasting?
New
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Book 2 of the Cowboys of Colton Canyon
A BBW Western Romance
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Story
blurbs that will draw you to Claim
Me, Cowboy…
One
lean hand tangled in her long tresses while the other splayed across her low
back, pushing her body against his blatant arousal. Soft mewls of pleasure met
his ears as she greeted his ardor with passionate innocence.
She
packed more curves than the mountain ranges surrounding his massive ranch.
Diablo
moved restlessly behind him and Boone tightened his hold on the reins, calming
the horse instantly. He wished he could do the same with his runaway heart.
She
might not be experienced in the bedroom, but she’d been around enough men to
know which ones she should avoid at all costs. Boone Leland had jumped to the
top of that list. Sometimes, however, her heart simply wouldn’t listen to her
brain.
A
light breeze tossed her curls, sending a sweet scent straight to Boone. A
thousand pinpricks of awareness shot directly to a heart he’d sworn immune to
all females, warning him that she was already a problem.
Rancher
Boone Leland knew curvy model Rebecca Morgan would be trouble the moment he saw
her walking down his graveled drive in a pair of high heeled shoes. He just
didn't know how much...
“Enough,
honey.” Boone growled, her soft hands almost driving him over the edge.
“Not
nearly,” she whispered, placing her hands on his hips and wantonly pulling him
to her.
Dammit,
he had other things to do than think about a woman he’d barely met.
She
wanted to learn every inch of him, to memorize the planes and contours of his
big frame for those lonely nights ahead. Her hands moved over his massive chest
with its patch of dark curls that ran in a thin line down his stomach to his…
“You’re
killing me, baby.”
“I
fell in love with you the minute I laid eyes on you. I know that most people
don’t believe in love at first sight.”
“You
gonna tell me what you’re doing in my house now or would you like to do my
laundry too?”
Every
cell in Boone’s body came to instant attention as her small pink tongue darted
out to lick her bow-shaped lips.
To
be such an in demand plus-size model, Becky didn’t exactly have men knocking
down her door to ask her to out. Much less ask her to marry them, which was
what she wanted.
He’d
pictured her in his bed, her wild curls covering his pillow as she lay beneath
him, that same smoky look in her eyes as he loved her.
If
anyone had told her love could happen this quickly, she’d have laughed in their
face. Now all she wanted to do was cry.
“From
that first day, I knew you were going to be trouble.”
Her
delicious curves were draped in a knee-length green dress that left her arms
bare. Her abundant breasts were high, leaving a cleavage so deep a man could
get lost in it. And her legs… Boone couldn’t recall ever finding the sight of a
woman’s trim ankles and painted toenails so sexy. Becky didn’t need a husband,
she needed a piece of eye candy on her arm. Someone who could further her
career. That certainly wasn’t a crippled army vet who had dirt under his nails.
There
was something about the ornery cowboy that had made her senses scream mine at
her first glimpse of him. It was ridiculous, she knew, since he’d never given
her any indication that he felt anything other than annoyance at her being
there. Still…
When
she snuggled against him like a kitten, he wasn’t strong enough to ignore the
invitation in her huge green eyes.
Becky
thought she would faint with the need she felt for him.
“Becky
– ”
“Is
gone.” He didn’t want to know if she’d left him a note or anything else. He
needed to forget. Forget as quickly as he possibly could. And the first place
to start was with a long, stiff drink as soon as he finished unloading the
truck. He turned to go back to the barn.
Boone
wanted to touch her, to reassure himself that she was alright, but forced his
hands to stay at his sides. He didn’t want to wake her. Instead, he let his
eyes trace her features, noting the purple knot that had already formed just
above her left temple. The covers were pulled up to her chin and he couldn’t
see if she’d suffered any other injuries in her fall. He assumed that she
hadn’t since Cordelia would have told him. Even so, he wanted nothing more than
to pull back the bedding and check for himself.
Her
green eyes opened, stabbing him with their intensity. “Stay with me, please.”
Fighting
the urge to cut and run, he turned off the overhead light. Sitting carefully on
the bed, he removed his boots, socks and shirt and climbed carefully into bed
wearing only his jeans. There was no way in hell he was removing them.
Immediately she curled up against him, pushing her lush backside into his groin.
Boone clenched his jaw. It was going to be a damn long night.
She
rubbed his arms and he surprised himself by not flinching away when the tips of
her fingers moved over the back of his injured arm. God, he’d forgotten how
much he craved the touch of another human. Especially of a woman.
“Lady,
that’s a dare if ever I heard one.” He picked her up and sat her on the
counter, making her laugh. His arms encircled her waist, holding her close. She
wrapped her legs around him, locking them against the backs of his thighs and
pulling him closer still. They both moaned as their hips bumped together.
“We
could,” he began, his lips finding the spot between her neck and shoulder that
caused her limbs to start shaking in anticipation. She let her head lull back
on her neck, giving him complete access. “Stay here.” Another nibble, another
bite and Becky didn’t care about anything except this moment. “And I could take
you back to bed,” his voice lowered, “and make a meal of your delicious body.”
“If
you keep looking at me like that, honey, we won’t even make it through the
appetizers.”
Becky
trembled, awed by the sensations he could so easily arouse. Her hands moved
through the thickness of his hair, loving the feel of the cool strands sliding
through her fingers. With each tug of his lips, her body shifted, lifting
toward him in an attempt to get even closer. She stopped thinking about
tomorrow and what the new day would bring. For now, she just wanted to lose
herself in the dizzying spiral of sensation.
“Enough,
honey.” Boone growled, her soft hands almost driving him over the edge.
“Not
nearly,” she whispered, placing her hands on his hips and wantonly pulling him
to her.
Her
body was sated yet her mind was in an uproar. Her heart now more vulnerable
than she knew what to do about.
“Boone,
listen to me. If Becky loves you and you love her, she’ll live anywhere with
you.”
“Yeah,
well, what if she doesn’t love me? What if she was just using me as a remedy to
boredom?”
“You
can’t believe any such thing!” Carolyn was stunned that he’d even think such a
thing.
“Why
not?” He held up his left arm. “I’m not exactly man-of-the-year material here.”
“You
forgot to leave my heart behind when you left.”
“You
made it a point to tell me that you weren’t the marrying kind. You said…”
God,
but she was beautiful.
New
Book Release!
Book 2 of the Cowboys of Colton Canyon
A BBW Western Romance
Available in eBook!
Biography
Joann Baker and Patricia Mason have been best friends since college. They'd love to
quit their day jobs (or at least the hours they work) and sell romance for a
living. Their heroes are always alpha - cowboys, lawmen, executives. Their
heroines are sassy, spunky, curvy, plain but always have one thing in
common - they bring those alpha men to their knees.
“Joann
and I are best friends who LOVE to write about cowboys and the curvy girls who
lasso their hearts. We always provide a happily-ever-after so you can imagine
the couples growing old together.”
New
Book Release!
Book 2 of the Cowboys of Colton Canyon
A BBW Western Romance
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