Sons of Chance
Book 6

Cowboys Like Us

Logan Carswell has just kissed his professional baseball career goodbye. Goodbye dreams, career and future. For now, though, he's working at the Last Chance Ranch and the town saloon, where sexy bartender Caro Davis is definitely taking his mind off his troubles...

Caro's days have been so hectic, she's forgotten all about the finer aspects of life. Like men. And sex. And really smokin' hot sex with men like Logan. But when their two worlds collide -- and boy, do they ever collide -- they both realize that once the gear is off, a cowboy is still a cowboy!

Excerpt

If Caro wanted Logan, and she did, then she had to woman up and direct him to her apartment. “We’ll have to g-go outside,” she said. “The s-stairs to my apartment are on the outside of the building.” Damn. She never stuttered.
“Caro.” He laid a gentle hand on her arm.
“What?” She whirled to face him, nearly stabbing him in the chest with her keys.
He rubbed her arm. “You don’t have to go through with this if it makes you nervous.”
“But I want to.” And now that he’d touched her – on purpose and not accidentally while they’d been working together – she really wanted to. Nervous though she might be, she yearned for him in a way that was shocking in its intensity.
His voice dropped to a soft murmur. “You’re sure?”
Her answer came from some deeply buried part of herself, one that she’d never allowed to surface. “Kiss me and you’ll find out how sure I am.”
“Good idea.” His grip tightened on her arm and he guided her forward while he cupped the back of her head with his other hand, fingers spread.
She stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped noticing anything but his mouth as he drew her closer. He had a beautiful mouth, sculpted enough to be masculine, full enough to be sensual. She closed her eyes and trembled in anticipation.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” His breath was warm on her lips. He brushed her mouth with his. “You’re shaking.”
“I know.”
His lips stroked over hers again. “It’ll be okay.”
“I know.”
“Me, too.” Then he settled in, and it was more than okay.

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