Page 30 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

Despite his everyday cowboy regalia, the man oozed money and power. I recognized it.

Sometimes city slickers got this idea they could just come out to the country and try their hand at farming and ranching.

Like it was easy.

Usually, it was just a matter of time before they tucked tail and ran.

He was probably one of those.

Someone playing at being a rancher.

Disappointment flitted through me, and he frowned like he felt it, too.

I knew better than to believe in fairytales even if he did look like one of the dark heroes, you know the type.

I just loved reading about over the top, larger-than-life alpha males who were sweet for their woman. And I did, frequently. I even got Avery to start reading again, sharing my latest book binges with her whenever I was finished.

Thank you book bloggers everywhere for the recs.

Now was not the time to indulge in fantasy. But, since he was still standing there and all, I went ahead and took a longer look at him.

He had a mouth and bod made for sin, but it was his teasing grin that really did it for me.

Oh yeah. I was right the first time. There was no way I knew him. I would definitely remember a man like that.

So, this man is my cupcake fanatic,I thought and tried for professional.

“So, um, you are here for?”

“I’m here for you,” he said, voice deep and holy shit, I think my heart started galloping.

He leaned forward and breathed in deep, a rumbling growl seemed to spill from his lips.

Goddamn, I wished I could save that sound for later.

For when I was reading in my bed, and doing other things, in the middle of the night.

Calorie free funwas what Burt has called my reading habit.

Fuck Burt, I thought. Truly, I had to stop thinking about him and his determination to ruin everything that had ever brought me joy.

Fun sucker.

Back to that growl. It was like theWitchermeets theWolfman.

A sound every male voice narrator the world over wished he could make, and I knew I would not forget it anytime soon.

Holy. Hell. Who is this guy?

He looked like every one of my deepest darkest fantasies come to life.

His lips curled into a grin, like he could hear my thoughts. I shivered involuntarily, wondering what it was about this man that made all my girly pink bits—pieces of me that had been ignored and neglected for far too long—stand up and take notice.

Horny little devil.

It was the first thing that popped into my mind when I took him in from the top of his dark head to the soles of his—holy fuck.

Were those cowboy boots to match his hat?

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