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My Sexy Saturday ~ Cassie’s Hope, cont’d

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.

Cassie’s Hope will be available at Amazon/Kindle November 1 – watch this space for the release announcement!

EXCERPT

Cassie jumped at the soft rap on the door. “He’s here,” she muttered. She moistened her lips and moved slowly. No need to appear too eager. She opened the door wide and Clint Travers stepped back into her life.

He was as commanding a presence as she remembered. She’d made the correct decision to return. “Hi, are those for me?” She pointed at the yellow roses squeezed in Clint’s hand. “Come in.”

Clint walked into the room and Cassie closed the door behind him. He turned and held the roses out to her. “Yes, they’re for you—sorry.” He grinned and cocked his head to one side. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”

“You clean up pretty good yourself, cowboy. Let me get a glass and set the flowers on the dresser; they are quite stunning.”

“Not nearly as stunning as you.”

“My, you are full of compliments,” Cassie teased, holding her arms out to him in invitation.

He took her in his arms. She tipped her head up to meet his lips. He tasted masculine. She chewed on his lower lip. His hands cupped her rear and pressed her body tight against his. His arousal didn’t surprise. She was as excited as he was. It must have been caused by all the waiting. Cassie chuckled against his mouth. Maybe dinner could wait.

BLURB

What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.

Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.

When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.

Can love trump pride?

~ ~ ~ ~

If you liked that little taste, you might enjoy checking out the entire first chapter over at Romance Junkies, where we won our marvelous cover by Judy Bullard.

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CONTEST

Subscribe to my monthly newsletter (upper l.h. sidebar) and leave me a comment to be entered for this month’s prize, an autographed print copy, winner’s choice from our new print releases, which you can see at this LINK!

 

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Cassie runs into trouble…

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.

Cassie’s Hope will be available at Amazon/Kindle later this month – watch this space for the release announcement!

Cassie’s hauled her dad’s prize horse from Chicago to Wyoming Downs to give her a win and hopefully return to Chicago with an altitude advantage – but she’s running into trouble, and that trouble is named Clint Travers.

EXCERPT

SETUP

Cassie decided to check out the small-town rodeo for some entertainment – but a couple home-grown boys threatened to rough her up. Naturally Clint arrives to save the day, but she refuses his offer of a ride back to her motel, until…

“You might want to look a little more closely at your transportation, Ms. O’Hanlon,” Clint replied dryly. “It’s not usually a good idea to drive on rims.”

“The dirty bastards!” Cassie shrieked, racing around the pickup. All four tires were flat. Each had been punctured with a sharp object.

“Afraid you can’t prove it was them.”

“Son of a bitch, I can’t believe they did that.” She was reeling. If they could slash her tires…”They invaded my space. They violated me. My God.” Her hand flew to her throat. “What might they have tried if you hadn’t come along?”

Clint shrugged. He looked uncomfortable. “Don’t know,” he drawled. “I’ve seen those boys around, but don’t really know them. I don’t think they were as drunk as they made out to be. Or maybe your toe sobered them up quickly.”

“Oh my God,” Cassie cried. “I’m so prepared in Chicago, and here I thought I was safe for some reason. Thanks,” she said, throwing herself into the security of Clint Travers’ arms.

She trembled. She cried. She clung to him, garnering strength. A shock of energy emanating from her loins raced like a runaway horse through every fiber of her body. She pulled herself up short. Oh no, that was more than comfort; that was raw sexual desire. Hers. She didn’t know about him. Actually, his hardness pressing against her belly allowed for little doubt.

BLURB

What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.

Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.

When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.

Can love trump pride?

~ ~ ~ ~

If you liked that little taste, you might enjoy checking out the entire first chapter over at Romance Junkies, where we won our marvelous cover by Judy Bullard.

~ ~ ~ ~

CONTEST

Subscribe to my monthly newsletter (upper l.h. sidebar) and leave me a comment to be entered for this month’s prize, an autographed print copy, winner’s choice from our new print releases, which you can see at this LINK!

 

Click on the graphic below
to link to the other Sexy Saturday posts:

 

My Sexy Saturday ~ Cassie’s Hope

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.

Cassie’s hauled her dad’s prize horse from Chicago to Wyoming Downs to give her a win and hopefully return to Chicago with an altitude advantage – but she’s running into trouble, and that trouble is named Clint Travers.

EXCERPT

Cassie guided a wheelbarrow loaded with straw and manure toward the dump pile. What would her Chicago friends say if they could see her now? She laughed out loud.

“Must’ve found your sense of humor.”

“That damn voice,” Cassie muttered, taking her time to empty the wheelbarrow before turning to face the man.

“Thought you might like to hear the latest scuttlebutt.”

“I doubt that very much.” Cassie folded her arms and awaited whatever news the stable crier had to offer. Too bad he didn’t look ugly to match his disposition.

“Sounds like one of the other barns based here is shipping in a California horse for your race. The horse ran fairly well at Golden Gate—we may yet see a horse race come Sunday.”

That news certainly popped her reverie, but she wasn’t going to let Mr. Travers know. Her lips thinned and then she brightened. “Good. I’m not the only one shipping in from out of state. And it will make Hope’s victory more meaningful.”

BLURB

What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.

Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.

When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.

Can love trump pride?

~ ~ ~ ~

If you liked that little taste, you might enjoy checking out the entire first chapter over at Romance Junkies, where we won our marvelous cover by Judy Bullard.

~ ~ ~ ~

CONTEST

Subscribe to my monthly newsletter (upper l.h. sidebar) and leave me a comment to be entered for this month’s prize, an autographed print copy, winner’s choice from our new print releases, which you can see at this LINK!

 

Click on the graphic below
to link to the other Sexy Saturday posts:

 
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