Marissa Richardson rodeo reporter has a secret. Her infatuation with Corey Middleton, calf-roper, is driving her to distraction. He’s a player and players don’t fit into her idea of the man for her. But when Corey turns on the cowboy charm, how can she resist?
Corey Middleton loves women. Always has, always will, but he only wants one particular one these days. Unfortunately for his libido, she won’t give him the time of day beyond being friends. He’s decided to pull out all the stops and turn on the irresistible charm in hopes of snagging the elusive Marissa Richardson.
Two hearts collide in the ride of their lives. Can one stubborn reporter put aside her insecurities to fall for the cowboy of her dreams?
Sandy SullivanAuthor URL: http://www.romancestorytime.comAuthor Bio
Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with herAuthor Name:
husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play
with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of
Nashville. Country music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux
and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed
the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and
spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys
so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
website - www.romancestorytime.com
Ree AlexanderAuthor URL: http://www.romancestorytime.comAuthor Bio
Cover Artist: Beth Smith
Word Count: 19599
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Marissa loves taking pictures and crushing on Corey. Corey is such a player so when he takes notice she has a hard time believing its for real. But taking a risk can well be worth it.
Date Added: 10/11/2012 by Karen Mathre
I loved the story and the characters. The writing is top notch, too. Marissa is not the prettiest girl at the rodeo but probably the smartest. Attractive, kind and well-liked, she's mad for Corey Middleton. But he's the hottest cowboy on the circuit with Buckle Bunnies enough to keep him occupied every night. Still, when he finished ropin', Marissa could swear his smile was directed at her. Can this drool-worthy, womanizing cowboy fall for the shy photographer/reporter? Read this wonderful, warm, wry beautifully-written western erotic romance novella to find out. But turn up the fan before you do because it's hot to the touch
Date Added: 05/24/2012 by Jean Joachim
Camera frame after frame clicked by during the cowboy’s ride as Marissa Richardson watched him concentrate on the shifting body of the massive black and white horse he rode. The moment he gave the signal for the calf to be released into the arena with a quick nod of his head, her heart skipped a beat. She held her breath while she continued to follow his path with her camera. Several quick swirls of the lasso over his head and a snap of the wrist captured the animal as his horse did its job, skidding to a halt. Dirt billowed around the horse’s hooves, almost blocking out the scene for a moment. The cowboy leapt off his animal, following the rope to the calf. With a couple of rapid twists of his hands he had the calf tied. The clock stopped the moment he threw his hands up in the air and walked confidently back to his heaving horse to wait.
Like some unseen string drew his attention, he glanced up, locking the most amazing set of brown eyes on her. She found herself staring through her camera lens into the deepest, most bone-melting pools she'd ever seen. Blood thrummed in her ears drowning out the roar of the crowd. One open button of his shirt revealed springy chest hair barely peeking over the edge. Firm thighs gripped the horse. Even in his relaxed state, the man exuded a confident master of his surroundings. A cocky tilt of his lips and the two fingers to the brim of his hat indicated he knew exactly who he had in his sights.
Lowering the camera slightly, she glanced over the top, licking her lips to wet the suddenly dry surface. Her nipples pulled in tight as her clit throbbed with every beat of her heart. Yep, he stared right at her until the clown drew his attention away by handing him his pigging string.
I have to be mistaken. Surely, Corey Middleton couldn't have been looking at me. He's just playing it up for the camera, knowing I'm shooting him.
She glanced to her left, then right. Tons of beautiful women in all their cowgirl glory stood on both sides of her. Rhinestones glittering in the arena lights bounced multiple shades of colors in every direction. Blondes, brunettes and redheads with tight jeans, tighter tank tops, blouses or western shirts, lined the railing calling his name as he rode for the exit to the arena. Corey could get any woman he wanted. In fact, he had at every rodeo she'd ever watched him ride in. No way in hell he knew she existed. Not frumpy, little Marissa with the wide hips, big butt and small chest.
"I can't believe you, Corey."
"A man can't change his ways, be a one woman man?"
"Not the Corey I know."
"Maybe you need to get to know the real me then." Those torturous fingers danced from her ear to her neck as she closed her eyes, giving into the feelings he stirred. Passion and need strained the bonds of her sanity as his lips touched the edge of her mouth before sliding across her cheek to her ear. "I want nothin' more than to strip you naked and bury myself inside your sweet heat." His lips skimmed down her neck. "Feel your pussy contract around me so hard, it feels like a vise around my cock." One finger traced the V left by the open collar of her shirt. "Unfortunately, I'm out of commission for a week, at least." His breath along her skin had goose bumps flittering over her whole body. I want him. God, do I want him. "Let me hold you, Riss. Please?" He lifted his head and she opened her eyes.
She swallowed hard, nodding in affirmation. To lie against him all night would be hell on earth, but she couldn't stop herself. The need to be close to him, even for one night, screamed through her blood, sending her heart into overdrive.
"I'll even leave my jeans on," he said, easing the buttons of his shirt open to reveal the chest she wanted to run her fingers over. "You can touch me, if you want."
A quick shake of her head was her only answer. If she touched now, she wouldn't be able to stop.
He grasped her hand and raised it to the springy hair covering his pecs. When her fingertips touched the soft curls and the muscle beneath, he growled low in his throat. "God, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to touch me."
"This isn't a good idea," she murmured, unable to draw away. She stepped closer, enticed by the warmth of the skin beneath her fingers. He smelled good—musky male, hard-working man and the slight bite of sweat. Her breasts grazed his chest as her hands moved to his biceps for something to hang onto. The world tilted on its axis when she closed her eyes and brushed her lips against his skin.