Every romance reader wants a man who acts like a real man. No heroine or reader
wants a wimp—a simpering man asking permission. We just want him to take,
but in a nice way, while delivering a bad-boy, toe-curling smile. Right?
What if he broke his hand and shed a tear over it? No way! We want our male
leads to be tough. I mean, they don't have to grin with a Buick parked on their
chests, but they need to talk the talk and walk the walk.
Cowboys and country boys fit this tough guy image pretty well. Ever see a farmer
who is a weakling? A cowboy who can't wrangle his cattle? A logger who fails to
make a tree fall at his command?
These men live in my fantasies, which is why I write them. I also write what I
know. Men in my life chop wood. They don't hire anything done—from fixing
sinks to grading their driveways. Also, a tough guy isn't going to lie on his
back in bed and let his gal do all of the work.
Nosirreeeee!
In my latest release SLICK
RIDER from Loose Id, Juss Rossie is a bull rider laid up with injuries. Even
in physical therapy he finds ways to take charge. Read on for an excerpt from SLICK RIDER.
Physical therapy assistant Lilly's job is to keep rodeo star Juss Rossie off
his injured leg and from using his bad shoulder to rope more buckle bunnies.
Trouble is she wants—just for once in her life—to be one of those
rodeo gals who gets the cowboy. Pushing him to the limits of his therapy will
take some creative maneuvering, and she finds he responds in the yummiest ways.
Juss hates like hell to be laid up with injuries and off the back of a bull. But
being at the mercy of therapist Lilly is torture—especially when she gets
in the pool, on the mat, or crawls into bed with him. Can he recover from her
mind-blowing advances without losing his heart?
Excerpt RATED ADULT:
The bell for room four pealed for the third time in a quarter of an
hour. Lilly Hall whirled around and glared at the light flashing over the door.
The normally quiet alarm sounded like a gong in her head.
"Bed four needs something, Lilly. Don't keep your patient waiting,"
her fellow physical therapist assistant Katie said with a grin. Short-staffed as
always during late summer. Everyone went on vacation and left the physical
therapists to answer call lights.
"He needs something all right." A kick in the chaps—bound
and gagged. The insufferable cowboy was driving Lilly's patience to the
brink. If she heard his country drawl one more time, she was going to do
something very bad. Like hog-tie him with a resistance band.
Juss Rossie, star of the rodeo circuit, was injured and on her turf.
He was everything Lilly had dreamed he'd be—his game was smoother than
aged whiskey and every hard inch of his body spoke of the power and control he
exerted over the bulls he rode.
Now he was confined to a sling and a splint after taking a fall from
Bushwhacker, one of the meanest, ugliest bulls on the Professional Bull Riders
Tour. Juss had ridden it for seven seconds before he was flung off laterally,
tearing his knee and dislocating his shoulder and popping several ligaments.
They'd brought him in gritting his teeth in pain, refusing to take any pain
meds. The first thing Lilly had done was help hold him down while a nurse
administered a big fat shot to his tanned butt cheek.
Yes, he was wonderfully tanned—all the way to his
toes.
And horribly infuriating.
The light over his door kept flashing. Having a long shift with a
frustrating patient made Lilly grind her teeth and remind herself why she loved
physical therapy. For two more weeks she was stuck with him in this private
rehab center. Unfortunately, Juss Rossie had assigned himself to her every
waking moment of those two weeks. Money could do that.
If she was being honest with herself, she'd admit she was like a cat
in heat for the panty-drenchingly-sexy cowboy. How many times had she watched
him on the Jumbotron being jerked all over the place and wished she could mount
a man with that much skill?
As a physical therapist's assistant, she often traveled to the arena
with Doctor Paddington, who personally saw to several of the riders. She'd never
seen Juss up close and personal before though. She would have remembered those
steely biceps, corded forearms, hard chest...and the hat he would have worn
dipped low over those smoldering black eyes that went with a blacker
reputation.
They called him Slick Rider because he'd started out riding broncos,
and it was rumored he liked to ride bareback. Actually, his reputation was that
he preferred everything bare.
A tingle ignited between Lilly's thighs. She contained the urge to
squeeze them together. Getting hot and bothered at work was a pitfall of hanging
around so much muscled flesh. An almost constant parade of rodeo riders visited
this private center.
Lilly hadn't ever dated a cowboy, but it was on her bucket list.
Still, not one of the cowboys who had visited the center had ever lit a spark in
her. She'd spent half of last night dreaming about being with Juss—bent
over, pinned beneath him, and riding him.
The last image had finally awakened her, and she'd had to finger
herself to get relief. Taking control of a powerful man like Juss was a dream
she'd never forget. But the reality paled in comparison to her
fantasies.
"Lilly," Katie warned when Lilly continued to ignore the flashing
light.
"Jeez— All right!" She burst through the door of room
four.
He lay there like a tanned god. Long, sooty lashes framed gorgeous
chocolate-colored eyes that melted every woman in his vicinity. He always wore a
goatee, but since coming here he'd trimmed it extra short. Probably because he'd
injured the shoulder of his dominant hand—his left—and was forced to
use his right.
Her heart squeezed at the sight of his lazy smile. "Glad to know my
money is employing the most attentive staff available," he drawled.
Insufferable man. Fucking gorgeous, yes. But
insufferable.
A crease lived between his dark brows, and his mouth was
drawn.
But those eyes—there's something deeper there than he lets
on.
She leaned against the door and stared at him. "How's your pain
level on a scale of one to ten, according to that chart?" She gestured toward a
mint-green paper taped to the wall, sporting ten faces in various stages of
distress.
"Ten," he said, his eyes unwavering.
"Is that so? I'm sorry to hear it. One would think a big strong
cowboy who gets hurled off the backs of two-thousand-pound beasts could handle a
little postsurgical pain. Ah, no matter." She came forward, withdrawing a pen
from her pocket but concealing it in her palm.
He waved her away. "Get out of here with that syringe. Damn, girl,
you're a wildcat."
"Let me show you my claws." She grinned and uncapped the pen with
her teeth.
Realization sparked in his eyes. He leveled his gaze at her. "You
gonna try to pump me full of ink for my pain? Try it and you'll be sorry,
Whiskey."
She jerked to a stop. Confusion settled in her mind, but warmth
tightened her belly. He had a nickname for her?
I don't mean this as an insult, but after reading the excerpt, it seems like this book is going to be a fun read to end the Summer on an up note!! I fell in love with the Characters immediately, and they felt like old friends!! Juss sounds like a bit of a handful, and I can't wait to read the rest of the book to find out what happens!! Congratulations on your book!! I'm sure it will do well, because who doesn't love a cowboy?? (Peggy Roberson 10:19am July 27, 2013)
Starts out great, hope to read the rest. (Susan King 9:42pm July 27, 2013)
Sounds interesting. Would love to read. (Susan Falkler 6:55pm July 28, 2013)