Latest News – Riding Rodeo Now Available as Single Title
For those of you who’ve been waiting for the re-release of my cowboy menage, featuring bakery owner Amanda Goodson and the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left her wanting more, well, it’s here.
On sale at All Romance Ebooks for $0.99 for the next couple of weeks.
The last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean Cassidy, the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left without a good-bye the next day.
A nasty hang up ended Sean’s career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate his past sins—the most damning one being walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn’t forget once outside the bedroom. Searching out Amanda to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her fantasy of riding two cowboys.
At the end of the night, will Amanda decide riding Rodeo is worth the risk to her heart?
A callused hand appeared in front of her nose. Her gaze traveled from the hand, up a muscled forearm to a bulging bicep emphasized by the cuff of a white, form-fitting T-shirt stretched tautly over sun-bronzed skin, and then skimmed across broad shoulders to focus on a pair of sparkling gray-blue eyes. Her laughter trailed off.
“Let me give you a hand.”
His deep voice rolled through her. A tingle zipped through her veins. “I know something else you can give me.”
Brittany snorted while Courtney choked. “Gawd, Mandy. That’s disgusting.”
Lord! Did I say that aloud?
With a mental shrug, she pasted on a big smile and accepted his hand. He hauled her to her feet without any assistance on her part, but she was still breathless. He may only have topped her five feet four inches by half a foot or so, but his shoulders were wider than a barrel-racing drum. She resisted the urge to explore his broad chest with her fingertips and determine if the muscles were as hard as the granite they appeared etched from.
Dusting her hands on her jeans even though there were no bits of gravel left, she said, “Nice muscles you’ve got there, Rodeo.” She had seen him ride bareback earlier but couldn’t recall his name. Though she enjoyed watching the competition when at the fair, she was no buckle bunny and didn’t know one rider from the next.
“Thanks.” He brushed a hand across her butt, the fine hair of his arm teasing her arm with each stroke. “Nice ass you’ve got there.”