Must Love Cowboys by Cheryl Brooks
Cowboy Heaven, Book 2
ISBN: 9781492631378
Release Date: April 5, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
About the Book
SO MANY COWBOYS...
Shy computer specialist, dog lover, and amateur chef Tina Hayes has a thing for firefighters, but when she travels to the Circle Bar K ranch on family business, the ranch’s cowboys have no trouble persuading her to stay on as their cook. Especially not when she learns that brooding Wyatt McCabe—a man who makes her heart gallop like no one else can—is also a former firefighter.
HOW DOES SHE KNOW HE’S THE ONE?
Wyatt’s sizzling embraces leave Tina breathless. But being surrounded by a passel of smokin’ hot ranch hands can be complicated. With so many cowboys courting Tina all at once, Wyatt must prove to Tina that she belongs with him.
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About the Author
Cheryl Brooks is a former critical care nurse turned romance writer. Her
Cat Star Chronicles series includes Slave, Warrior, Rogue, Outcast,
Fugitive, Hero, Virgin, Stud, Wildcat, and Rebel. She is a member of
RWA and IRWA and lives with her husband and sons near Bloomfield, Indiana.
Connect with Cheryl
Website: http://www.cherylbrooksonline.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CherylCatMaster
Giveaway
Cheryl’s Tip for
Dating a Cowboy
Since we can safely assume that most of
you aren’t the type to be at home on the range, here’s a city girl’s tip on the
fine art of dating a cowboy:
When it comes to horses, don’t pretend
to know something you don’t. You may have been on a couple of trail rides and
seen a few rodeos, but pretending to know how to ride is the surest way to wind
up on your keister looking like a fool—or in the hospital. Your cowboy will
adore teaching you how to ride and how to handle horses, so let him. A bit of
independent study wouldn’t be wasted because while most people can identify a
saddle and bridle, it helps to know early on how to tell the difference between
a stallion, a mare, and a gelding. Might save you some embarrassing moments. :)
Excerpt from MUST
LOVE COWBOYS
“Uh, Tina,” Wyatt began. “Listen, what you said about a
massage… That actually sounded pretty good.” He paused, seeming reluctant to
admit he needed help and even more reluctant to ask for it. “Think you could…?”
I stared at the bowl of pie dough. I didn’t need to invent a
reason why I couldn’t stop what I was doing and rub his sore shoulder for him.
But at the same time, I had this itch to get my hands on something other than
dough.
And some itches must be scratched.
“Sure. Just let me wash my hands.” I put a plate over the
bowl to keep the dough from drying out, then washed and dried my hands. When I
turned toward Wyatt, my worst fears were realized.
He’d taken off his shirt and stood facing me, the broad
expanse of his muscular chest, lightly dusted with dark, curly hair, fully
exposed. “Where do you want me?”
Right here. Right now.
Heat sliced through my pelvis, stealing moisture from my
mouth to send it gushing from my core. My attempt to swallow failed utterly.
“There at the table is fine.”
He would probably smell bad after being on the road all
night and most of the day. Bad smells usually put me off immediately. I figured
I was safe. But when I moved closer, he smelled fine. Not freshly showered,
perhaps, but nice. “Do you have any ointment to put on it?”
“There’s probably something around here somewhere, but for
now, just use a little olive oil.”
I was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud. Getting my hands
on a hot, studly cowboy might make my temperature soar, but by the time I’d
smeared him with olive oil, he would smell like a salad.
Not sexy at all.
Unfortunately, after dribbling oil on his back and placing
my hands on his shoulders, I was forced to revise that assessment. Wyatt
would’ve been sexy even if he’d smelled like a barn. And salads, on the whole,
were quite tasty.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of
the powerful-looking muscles in his back and shoulders, but I couldn’t hide
them from my hands. His hair, although relatively short, curled at the nape.
Using the excuse of massaging his neck, I touched it. For some peculiar reason,
that affected me even more than touching his skin had done—the gesture was more
intimate, somehow.
Eventually, I found the sore spots in his upper back and
shoulder and kneaded them hard. Wyatt’s groans and sighs were like candy,
enticing me to keep going until I’d thoroughly massaged every muscle in his
body. Twice.
After a glance at the clock proved I’d been at it for about
twenty minutes, I figured it was time to quit or I was bound to do something
really stupid—especially since he was getting to me on a level no real man ever
had. Surely twenty minutes was enough. Then again, he wasn’t asking me to stop.
If anything, I got the distinct impression he wanted me to keep going forever.
But I had work to do, a pie to bake, and chickens to roast.
“H-how’s that?” My voice was hoarse and hesitant, no doubt due to the parched
state of my mouth.
Despite his long, shuddering exhale, his throat sounded
tight when he spoke. “Good—um, better. Much better. Thank you.”
I took a step back as he got to his feet. “Glad I could
help.”
Rather than staring at the floor like I normally did, I made
the mistake of tilting my head back and making eye contact. His gaze held mine
for a long moment. Once again, what went on behind those enigmatic eyes was
anyone’s guess. He certainly wasn’t giving me any clues.
A flick of his brow signaled the end of the interlude. “Well
then. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” He slung his shirt over his shoulder. “I
might lie down for a bit before dinner.”
All I could do was nod. I waited until his retreating
footsteps died away before letting out the breath I was well aware I’d been
holding.
I would get used to him eventually.
Yeah, right. Maybe by the time my car was packed and I was
two hundred miles down the road.
Men had always made me nervous, but when it came to getting under
my skin, Wyatt McCabe took first prize. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply for
a few moments before resuming my task. I still had a lot to do in the next two
hours. Letting Wyatt freak me out wouldn’t help get it done.
Great book. Loads of sexual tension!
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