Laney Briggs finds herself in another conundrum ... this
time
it starts with finding the local high school football
coach
passed out under the stadium bleachers wearing a smile ...
and his wife's lingerie. Laney has enough problems to deal
with ... she's still trying to figure out her new love
life
which has her wondering WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH A
COWBOY...on
top of the thrilling day to day work as a deputy.
Things get wilder when she runs into Federal Marshal Colt
Larsen snooping around the coach's house and suddenly she
is knee deep in troubles she never expected. A small town
deputy isn't anticipated to have to deal with a motorcycle
gang, the Mexican cartel, a kidnapping and a shoot out.
Add
to a boyfriend, a Texas Ranger himself, who isn't happy
that the Federal Marshal seems to be the cause of all the
trouble and you have a wildfire of a mess.
WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH A COWBOY might be short story (140
pages) but it is jam packed with all kinds of unexpected
action. Author Jodi Linton takes us back to Pistol Rock
for
another taste of the world of Laney Briggs. She is a
confident, feisty heroine who has just the right amount of
flaws that lets readers get behind her and root for her.
The men that come in her life are gorgeous and sexy and
though her heart is taken by one, she isn't blind. This
series (this is book two ...the first was Pretty Reckless)
is
a great escape for readers, with a lot of laughs, sympathy
for the irritants of day to day living and plenty of
steamy
tension. Can't wait to see what Ms. Linton brings us next.
In her latest
adventure, sassy Deputy Laney Briggs discovers the local
high school football coach passed out under the stadium
bleachers wearing nothing but a smile...and his wife's
lingerie.
Things really start to get wild when she runs into the
smoking hot Federal Marshal, Colt Larsen, snooping around
the Granger's house. Quicker than a cold snap comes and
goes
in Texas, Laney finds herself up to her eyeballs in a case
involving a ruthless motorcycle gang, a Mexican drug
cartel,
a kidnapping, and a shoot-out to rival the O.K. Corral.
In over their heads, Laney calls in the big guns--her very
own Texas Ranger, Gunner Wilson, who's ready to fulfill
every last one of her desires. But as things heat up
between
them, the stakes get higher than ever, and Gunner's help
may
not be enough for Laney to get out alive...
Excerpt
I blew a piece of hair off my bottom lip. “It takes two if
you wanna party.”
He tongued me through the scrap of silk, deepening the kiss
as he shoved aside the fabric and slid his thumb across my
swollen, wet, and oh so hungry pussy. “You’ll get your
turn, darling.” He nudged my knees to spread my legs wider,
and being the good girl that I am, I made him room.
“This is so unfair.”
“I never said I play fair, Laney,” he said, and teasingly
tugged at the hair surrounding my slick nub.
And then my G-string met its fate around my ankles. No
complaining on my part when he flicked a finger across my
love button. I threw my head back over the armrest and
spread my legs even wider. He was having way too much fun
taking his time, getting me bowed up more than a Halloween
cat. He pulled at my erect nipple, rolling it between his
thumb and forefinger.
I lifted my head off the couch, ready to beg him for
relief, but damned if I’d do it. “Shit! I’m not gonna be
able to take much more, Gunner. I’m about to come as it
is.”
He grazed his thumb across my clit and pinched. “Does that
feel like I’m done with the foreplay, darling?” he asked
casually and then applied pressure.
“Oh Lord almighty,” I gasped. “You can’t do that.”
“This?” He chuckled, squeezing gently again.
It was time for those Wranglers to find a new home. On the
floor looked mighty cozy. I grabbed at his huge belt buckle
in hopes of setting that mind-blowing dick free, but that
was before he drove two fingers into me and made me arch,
gasping, off the couch. He practically killed me, thrusting
against the outer lips of my sex. Adrenaline pumped through
my veins, my toes curled, and he’d hit the mark when he
pushed deeper at the exact moment he nipped at my swollen
tit, drawing it between his teeth, and sucking hard and
quick.
“I’m dying here, cowboy,” I screamed when a third finger
impaled me.
He smiled at me, and shit, I knew I was in deep trouble. It
took only one look at those lethal brown eyes to know he
was fixing to give me a run for my money.