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…
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.
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“It’s a half-baked idea,” he said flatly. “You’ve got Oleander Rodeo Days scheduled in a tight window between two major rodeos in the Central Valley. Both are professional shows that draw big crowds. Your local competitors are going to save up their time and money for one or the other, not for some amateur show in some Podunk town.”
Before Monica could respond, Clark piped up. “Jeez, lighten up, Dean.”
“Just callin’ it as I see it.” He shrugged and leveled his eyes on her.
Monica pressed her lips together. Why did that gaze have to be so direct? Up close his eyes were an extraordinary shade of blue, like swimming pools in the desert. Dean’s arm was pressed against hers. She felt his hot, hard biceps through the thin cotton of his shirt. Suddenly she wondered what it would be like to run her hands over his bare arms, to touch his muscles and all those scars she knew he was hiding under his clothes.
She blinked and concentrated on the conversation at hand. “Everything you’re saying is true,” she said, “which is why I need you.” She powered down her tablet. “Make an appearance at this event. Let us put your name on the marquee. It’d be a really wonderful draw for attendees. You’re a local legend.”
A crease formed between his eyebrows and he looked disgusted, as if he’d just stepped in a fresh cow patty. Monica quickly realized such a trivial thing as bullshit wouldn’t bother a man like him, but the expression on his face told her he was about to turn her down.
She spoke before he could. “Before you tell me yes or no,” she said again, “I’d like to show you the arena and get your take on it. As someone who’s seen hundreds of rodeo venues. Please. You’re an expert. I’d like to know your thoughts.”
“You know, this is just a lunch break for us,” he said. “We’re heading back—”
“Go with her, Dean,” said Clark. “I’m gonna watch a few more innings anyway.”
Dean said, “But—”
“We’ll catch up this afternoon,” said Clark, waving his hand. “You two take your time.”
Still not allowing Dean to say a word, Monica stood up. “And the inn is not far from here.”
Clark watched his brother with an expectant face. Outnumbered, Dean grimaced one more time, pushed his chair back and stood up. “Fine,” he said to her. “But you’re driving, princess.”
It was her turn to grimace. “Right this way, Mr. MacKinnon.”
“Wow, wow, and wow…The love that blossoms between [the hero and heroine] is unrushed, genuine, true. *sigh* I loved this book from start to finish and highly recommend it, and not just for fans of western romance.” —Goodreads review, 5/5 stars
“The writing is excellent, the emotions leap off the page, and the sex is downright earthy…This is a feel-good romance with a strong, career-minded heroine, a swoon-worthy working class hero, a great setting and lots of lovingly detailed sex.” —Jill Sorenson, RITA-nominated author of romantic suspense
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.
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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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