He’s gonna need a
longer rope…
Ball-busting business woman meets no-holds-barred cowboy…Visit the rodeo
in COWBOY RESURRECTION, the second book in the Cowboy Cocktail series by Mia
Hopkins...
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Marketing hotshot Monica Kaur has put her big-city life on hold to
help bail out her brother’s failing business. Now she’s got three months to
plan and promote a rodeo, the first her tiny hometown has ever seen.
To ensure the rodeo’s success, Monica enlists a local hero, a
rancher’s son who’s made a name for himself on the bull-riding circuit.
Problem? She can’t stop daydreaming about the cocky bastard—and all the things
she longs to do to him out behind the chutes.
Professional bullfighter Dean MacKinnon is home helping his family while
his father fights cancer. Haunted by bad memories, jaded by love, Dean finds
escape in a no-strings-attached go-round with brainy, sexy Monica, whose
close-knit Sikh-American family would sooner run him out of town than see her
with a notorious rodeo Romeo.
In private, Monica and Dean play as hard as they work. But as the
rodeo draws near, that clean break they promised each other is getting more and
more hung up in the rigging.
Warning: Contains rope play, motel nooners, a blue-eyed charmer
with a taste for kink, and a brown-eyed princess with a taste for cowboys.
“Careful,” he said softly. With sure, swift movements, he hooked one
arm around her waist and rested his other hand flat against her back, helping
her gain her center of balance at once. She wavered a little bit, but his
stance was solid, as though his legs were rooted in the earth like trees. Her
skirt had ridden up just a little and she was straddling his thigh.
Sudden heat flared up wherever her body was touching his—her chest,
her back, her waist, her hands. A powerful, greedy ache grabbed hold of her
between her legs. She didn’t move.
Neither did he.
“Miss Kaur,” he whispered. “Are you all right?”
They were standing so close together that Monica could see the faint
brown freckles on his cheeks, the crinkles that formed at the corners of his
blue eyes when he smiled.
“Call me Monica,” she said.
“Monica,” he murmured, “are you all right?” His mouth, framed by that
short, dark beard, was wide and luscious, as tempting to her as an oasis in the
heat.
Monica wasn’t a fool. She’d watched videos of him in the ring. Dressed
in his gear and cowboy hat, Dean was fast as a cat and completely fearless,
putting himself between angry bulls and fallen riders again and again and
again. In the most famous incident, a rider had gotten hung up in his rope and
Dean had taken a hoof to the femur while cutting the man free. Dean was
fearless.
His local legend went back much further. Back in high school, he’d
been Oleander’s very own cowboy Casanova, a football player and weekend
bullfighter more handsome than a movie star. Some of the women who’d known him
in school had told her stories about him that had left her blushing. When he’d
gotten married, they’d cried enough tears to fill the aqueduct. Mystery
shrouded his eventual divorce. Monica couldn’t dig up the dirt even though she
tried.
And there were dozens of fan sites dedicated to the hotness of Dean
MacKinnon. From Dean’s Queens, a
group of gay cowboys in San Francisco, to Jailbait
No More, a small army of young women who showed up at his events wearing
T-shirts that said Hey, Dean, I’m Finally
18. Dean MacKinnon lived in an all-you-can-eat buffet of willing sexual
partners.
Up close, Monica saw the truth. Those fans weren’t wrong. The man was
a bona-fide sex god.
He grinned as though he could read her mind. “Are you all right,
princess?”
Temporary insanity was her only excuse. Months without sex, and her
body was like a bull bucking in its chute. No brain. No logic. No words. All
go.
“Don’t…call me that,” she whispered, staring at his mouth.
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out the first book in the Cowboy Cocktail series by Mia Hopkins!
Forget chocolate and flowers. This
homegrown honey is all the sweetness he craves.
Small-town life is nothing but a waiting
room for eighteen-year-old honor student Corazón Gomez. Work and school leave
little time for love, but with a full-ride Ivy League scholarship and a one-way
ticket out of the boondocks, who needs it?
The answer appears on Valentine’s Day
when her old cowboy crush ambles into the ice cream parlor where she works,
inviting her to go on a late-night ride in his truck. For the first time she
wavers between staying on the straight and narrow, and going off-road with the
handsome heartbreaker.
After four years working on ranches all
over the country, Caleb MacKinnon is back on the family farm helping out his
mom and brothers while his father fights cancer. The one bright spot: smart,
funny, and wickedly sexy Cora.
From the start, they both know this
blazing-hot love affair can’t last. But when autumn comes and Cora has to leave
for the East Coast, Caleb must find a solution to keep himself—and his
heart—from falling apart.
Warning: Contains hard, cherry-poppin’ sex in a
pickup truck and a cowboy charmer who talks dirty in two languages.
Mia
Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down
and dirty. She's a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and
wisecracking best friends.
When she's
not lost in a story, Mia spends her time cooking, gardening, traveling, volunteering
and looking for her keys. In a past life, she was a classroom teacher and still
has a pretty good "teacher voice" and "teacher stare."
She lives
in the heart of Los Angeles with her roguish husband and two waggish dogs.
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