What a treat to get to stop by your blog site and talk about my newest cowboy romance, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys. Everyone knows that cowboys, with their sexy smiles, their tight fittin’ jeans and that swagger spells trouble with a capital T but my heroine Jill had no idea she was stepping into an enormous pile of pure trouble when she landed in Burnt Boot, Texas late that evening.
Right off the bat she had two cowboys trying to date her and one who acted as if he could care less about her. The two in a race to drag her to the altar were Quaid Brennan and Tyrell Gallagher and what they wanted even more than the lady was the ranch that she would inherit some day. The other one, Sawyer O’Donnell, was the ranch foreman that her Aunt Gladys had hired and she had to share a bunk house with him.
Everyone also knows that you don’t kiss and tell, but just this once Jill has agreed to break that rule. It all started just minutes after she hit town that cold winter evening. Before she could get her mind wrapped around the fact that she had to share her bunkhouse with a cowboy, there was Quaid Brennan knocking on the door and asking her to Sunday dinner at his family’s ranch, River Bend. She couldn’t think of a single excuse why she couldn’t accept so she did and then she felt honor bound to accept Tyrell Gallagher’s offer to take her to his family’s place, Wild Horse, for supper. That was so neither of the feuding families would think she was taking sides.
Here is a little snippet from the book that describes Jill’s kiss with Quaid Brennan:
His green eyes went all soft and dreamy. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue a moment before the kiss. It was a good kiss, a man’s kiss who’d honed his craft to an art; one that left no doubt that Declan wasn’t the only black sheep on River Bend. One hand had tangled itself into her hair for leverage. The other had slid down below belt level on her slim-cut denim skirt to cup her butt. Her hormones should have been humming, but there wasn’t a peep out of them.And now the Tyrell Gallagher kiss:
Tyrell walked her to the door and caged her against the house by putting a hand on either side of her shoulders. He’d left his hat in the truck, so it didn’t even get in the way when he closed the space, fluttered his eyes shut, and kissed her hard right there in the moonlight with the north wind howling through the trees. He was every bit as good as Quaid, showing he’d had some very fine experience in the kissing business. But again, there were no bells and whistles, no weak knees or even a desire to snake her arms up around his neck and press her body close to his. It was a good kiss, but it did nothing for Jill.And last, on the very same day, the Sawyer O’Donnell kiss:
She barely had time to moisten her lips and shut her eyes before his mouth closed in to claim hers in a fiery-hot kiss. She felt as if her whole body was floating off the sofa toward the ceiling. His hands on her cheeks were the only thing that kept her grounded. Her arms went around his neck. Both hands twisted into his hair for better leverage as his tongue found its way past her lips to do a beautiful two-step with hers.If I was a bettin’ woman, I’d lay down dollars to donuts that poor old Quaid and Tyrell didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of beatin’ that kiss, even if they had a hundred chances. So tell me, folks, which one of those cowboys would get a second kiss?
Sweet Jesus! A kiss had never done that to her before. She wanted more, to see if it would be the same the next time, but he pulled away and stood up.
“They say the third is the charm, darlin’. When you decide to kiss and tell, you let me know if they’re right.”
He swaggered off to his room, shut the door almost all the way, and left her sitting on the sofa with weak knees, a racing pulse, and a jittery feeling down deep in her gut.
She made it to her bedroom, but her head was still reeling when she flopped down on top of the covers and touched her lips to see if they were as hot as they still felt.
About the Author:
Carolyn Brown is a New York Times bestselling author with more than sixty books published, and credits her eclectic family for her humor and writing ideas. Carolyn was born in Texas but grew up in southern Oklahoma where she and her husband, Charles, a retired English teacher, make their home. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.
Series: Burnt Boot, Texas #2
Author: Carolyn Brown
Published: January 6/15 by Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: western contemporary romance
Back Cover Blurb:
Can a girl ever have too many cowboys?
No sooner does pint-sized spitfire Jill Cleary set foot on Fiddle Creek Ranch than she finds herself in the middle of a hundred-year-old feud. Quaid Brennan and Tyrell Gallagher are both tall, handsome, and rich...and both are courting Jill to within an inch of her life. She's doing her best to give these feuding ranchers equal time-too bad it's dark-eyed Sawyer O'Donnell who makes her blood boil and her hormones hum...
I fell in love with the heroine on the first page of this novel. Her antics and temper definitely kept everyone on their toes, and made her the perfect match for the unforgettable hero of the tale. Getting to know them as they were getting to know each other, all the while being pawns in the feud surrounding them gave some very interesting insights into who they are and how they see themselves. I also enjoyed the supporting cast of this tale. Brown develops those surrounding them in some very unique yet revealing ways. The dialogue in this novel was fantastic. The local drawl and speech patterns really shine through. It also serves to heighten the volatile dynamics between the various characters.
All together, this was an absolutely unforgettable novel that I couldn’t put down. It’s a must read for lovers of western romances, either as a standalone or as part of Brown’s amazing series. This is one author who will definitely make your day with her fantastic tales.
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