TITLE – Pushin’ Buttons SERIES – The Boot Knockers Series AUTHOR – Em Petrova GENRE – western contemporary erotic romance PUBLICATION DATE – June 10, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 56,000 PUBLISHER – Samhain Publishing
Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
5 Big Fat Stars
Oh my! Send me to this ranch please? When I started this book, I knew it wouldn't be anything but hottt but, boy, having a whole host of cowboys just waiting to please all these women... it's enough to keep you warm on a cold night that's for sure. Boot Knockers ranch specialises in helping women. And Sybill needs help. She can't achieve orgasm. I suspect many women can sympathise with this. So what she needs is a hot, dedicated cowboy to help her find the big 'O'. Now lucky Sybill ends up with two men fighting for her--in spite of some strict rules about which men are intended for which women--but the big boss, Hugh, gets the girl.
Unfortunately not is all plain sailing for the sexy cowboy and he struggles with helping Sybill, even though she is insanely hot for the man. Enter Hugh's competition--and sometimes lover--Riggs. It seems that maybe these two can help Sybill after all, much to Hugh's annoyance. He wants Sybill for himself.
I loved the different personalities. Hugh is a bit battered and bruised inside. He knows Sybill is special when she 'heart throbs' him and he can't get enough of her but they both fight to remember this is just a job. He also won't accept his feelings for Riggs. Riggs is the more sensitive and open of the pair, balancing things out but also throwing Hugh off balance sometimes.
However--and this surprised me--Sybill turned out to be my favourite. She seemed she could be a control freak. She *thought* too much and that always got in the way. God, I can sympathise with not being able to turn off my brain. But once she started...erm... enjoying both cowboys' attentions, the true side of her came out. The spontaneous, fun, sexy side and she's a blast and a sweetheart. My heart truly broke for her when it looked like things just weren't going to work for her.
What you're getting here won't surprise you if you're a fan of Ms. Petrova. Well rounded, balanced characters, flaming hot scenes, great dialogue and a nice touch of humour. If you haven't read any of Ms Petrova's work and you love cowboys and sex (who doesn't?)that's also guaranteed to please any romantic, you should check it out!
Sibyll followed her gaze to the door between stage entrance and hallway several feet away. His back was to her and the other dozen women, his shoulders taking up most of the door frame and his white T-shirt molded to a chiseled back. Sibyll outlined his back muscles with her gaze, cutting a path down to a backside hugged by worn denim. The cowboy pivoted. His face was illuminated by the overhead lights as he talked to the perky Isabel, the ringleader of this insane audition process.
“He has a black eye!” someone whispered.
“From a bar fight? Please let it be from a bar fight!” a woman with a gorgeous head of red hair and thick glasses added.
The cowboy raised his head and stared at the women. Suddenly Sibyll’s muscles tensed to run. She didn’t want to be here, had made the wrong decision. So what if I can’t experience “physical and emotional sensation at the peak of sexual excitation” according to Dictionary.com?
Isabel swooped through the door and pointed at the curvaceous brunette to Sibyll’s right. “You’re next.” Then she returned to the doorway, where she leaned and talked to the cowboy with the black eye.
Dust motes swirled hectically in the lights streaming from the stage. Sibyll tried to follow one with her eyes. Anything to keep from looking directly at that cowboy’s handsome, rugged face.
He was huge—tall and broad and muscled in all the ways that made the knot in Sibyll’s core want to unravel. But it never did.
Maybe if he fights to win me, I could.
He glanced up again, and the group of women tittered. The leggy blonde was led offstage on the arm of a cowboy wearing all black except his shiny silver and turquoise belt buckle.
“Wow, he’s fine. Jenny’s lucky to get him,” the virgin whispered after they passed. They stopped at the door, and the production manager moved to the side so they could pass.
The black-eyed cowboy with the two-day-old dark stubble on his jaw shook hands with both cowboy and contestant.
“You—sexy secretary—you’re next.” The production manager jabbed a finger in Sibyll’s direction.
She looked around herself. A slight girl to her right wore a peasant dress and thong sandals, and the tall, toned girl to her left wore sporty shorts and a T-shirt with an energy drink logo.
“Wh—? Me?” Sibyll pointed to her chest.
“Yep, you.” The production manager whirled back to speak with the cowboy, but he’d strolled through the door and was making his molasses-sweet way across the stage. He passed the first group of contestants, who froze like a herd of deer in the middle of Highway 495. He dipped his head and positioned a battered brown cowboy hat on it. “Howdy,” he drawled, lips curled in the perfect dose of Southern gentleman and cocky bad-boy.
Feminine sighs sounded in response. Sibyll’s heart thumped as he neared her small group standing nearest to the stage. The closer he got, the more his bulk seemed to take up all the space in the room. Or maybe that was testosterone.
He dropped a wink at the virgin and leaned in to speak to her. “The black eye was nothin’ as glamorous as a kick-ass bar fight. Took a hoof yesterday working with the horses.” He straightened and settled his gaze right on Sibyll.
She stopped breathing as electricity passed between them.
That’s my imagination. I’m so keyed up.
The cowboy cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. Around them, women gawked. Hell, even Isabel the production manager stood with her mouth open, glancing between the huge cowboy and her clipboard.
“Hugh, you’re not filling in today, are you?” Isabel asked.
The man blinked, severing his hold on Sibyll. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not competin’ today. I’m Master of Games as usual.” He pinned Sibyll again with his gaze. Something dark and exciting coiled low in her belly. What if this man did stand up for her?
I’d choose him in a heartbeat.