NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A COWBOY
Jessa Mae Love is done with relationships. No matter how tempting he might be, she cannot--will not--fall for a man like Lance Cortez. The outrageously handsome cowboy is practically a living legend in Colorado, as famous for riding bulls as he is for breaking hearts. What would a big-time rodeo star like him see in a small-town veterinarian who wears glasses, rescues animals, and cries when watching rom-coms? Turns out, plenty.
Raising bulls, riding the circuit, and looking after his ailing father--Lance never stands still for long. Yet Jessa catches his attention, and the more she tries to resist him, the more he wants her. When she agrees to move to the ranch to keep an eye on Lance's dad, Jessa tells him they have to keep it professional: no flirting, no sweet talk, and definitely no kissing. But with Jessa now living under his roof, that's easier said than done . . .
HOMETOWN COWBOY - EXCERPT
“Why did you kiss me?” Lance asked. His voice had deepened, no longer flippant and teasing, but somewhat solemn.
He asked as though he really wanted to know.
Because I couldn’t stop myself. Because he’d been so kind and careful and comforting to her that morning. Because his lips were warm and somehow soft, even though the rest of him was so rugged. She cleared her throat. “I already told you. I was extra emotional that day.”
His eyes narrowed. “You sure that’s all it was?”
“Of course,” she lied, straight to his face, locking her jaw for good measure.
“That’s a shame. Because I happen to think you’re pretty damn fine, too.” There was a light in his eyes—a heat that made them downright dangerous.
She looked away. “That’s the whiskey talking, cowboy,” she said through a forced laugh.
His huge hand reached up and cupped her cheek, steering her gaze back to his. “No. It’s not.”
Air lodged in her lungs, giving her chest that wonderful, tight sensation, like any moment it would burst open and the flood of desire would carry her away.
No. No more getting carried away.
“It’s not the whiskey,” he murmured, his face lowering to hers. “You’re stunning. And funny. And good.”
See him as he is… Naomi’s words echoed back to her. She did. She saw everything in his eyes. They were so close. So clear. Holding her gaze with a shameless tenderness.
“Kiss me again, Jessa,” he tempted. “And I’ll prove how much I don’t mind.”
Sara Richardson grew up chasing adventure in Colorado’s rugged mountains. She’s climbed to the top of a 14,000-foot peak at , swam through Class IV rapids, completed her wilderness first-aid certification, and spent seven days at a time tromping through the wilderness with a thirty-pound backpack strapped to her shoulders.
Eventually, Sara did the responsible thing and got an education in writing and journalism. After five years in the corporate writing world, she stopped ignoring the voices in her head and started writing fiction. Now, she uses her experience as a mountain adventure guide to write stories that incorporate adventure with romance. Still indulging her adventurous spirit, Sara lives and plays in Colorado with her saint of a husband and two young sons. Her first contemporary romance, No Better Man, was released by Grand Central forever 2015.