Good morning, all! Today I'm thrilled to be sharing a bit of author friend Em Petrova's latest work, Stranded and Stradded! It's hot and romantic, plus cowboys! Who could ask for more?
STRANDED AND STRADDLED Book
Description:
When a freak snowstorm
strands Lacey at a crowded Oklahoma rest stop, she thinks things can’t possibly
get worse. Until she bumps into Trace Allen. Bull rider, ex-boyfriend, and
all-around bad boy, Trace plucks her off her feet and invites her into his warm
travel trailer.
But Lacey has her
misgivings. Trace is every bit as strong and virile as the bulls he rides--and
just as volatile. But when she finds evidence that their bad breakup was a
misunderstanding, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about
him.
Could
Trace’s temper and bad boy exterior hide a tender heart? And will Lacey end up
stranded, or straddled by the hottest bad-boy cowboy the rodeo circuit has ever
seen?
Excerpt:
He wrapped his
gloved fingers around her arm and steadied her against his side before she was
knocked into the snow by the brute-force wind.
“I’m goin’ back
to my car, you high-handed ass.”
God, her sweet
drawl was music to his deprived ears. One flare of his temper after he’d lost a
big cash prize had sent her packing, and he’d regretted it every minute since.
She and her
father worked with some of the bulls on the rodeo circuit, and that put her
right in Trace’s path more often than he was comfortable with.
He shook his
head to clear it and continued to haul her through the snowdrifts to his truck.
She dug in her heels, but like the rest of the stranded travelers, she was
wearing slippery cowboy boots, and she didn’t have a chance against his
strength.
After ripping
open his truck door, he tightened his grip in case she made a break for it. As
expected, she struggled even more.
“Stay,” he
barked.
“Am I your dog
now?” Too bad her incensed tone wasn’t snatched by the wind.
He shot her a
look from the corner of his eye. “Hershey listens better than you most of the
time.”
Hooeee, that was
the wrong thing to say. She tried to wrench her arm free, and he tightened his
grip again, battling a smile. Damn, he loved to see that spark in her eyes.
“Oh, c’mon,
Lacey. You know I’m teasing.”
She glared
through ice-coated eyelashes. “How would you like it if I compared you to my
dog?”
He probed her
gaze for a long second. “Woof.”
She rolled her
eyes. “If you think I’m going to pet you—”
Before she
completed the sentence, he tugged her against his chest. The wind threatened to
rip his hat off, and he nudged it down a bit more. Was it his imagination or
did Lacey’s pupils dilate?
Find Stranded and Straddled by Em Petrova here:
Em
Petrova
~hardworking
heroes—in bed and out~
Have a great week, everyone!
Nona Raines
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