Just south of Fort Worth, Texas, you’ll find a little
ranch where the hot, toned cowboys are ready and eager to take it all off and
make your naughtiest fantasies come true...
When her sister plans a wild bachelorette weekend at the Double S Ranch, Hanna Stevens is pretty sure she’ll just grin and bear it while the other women get their fill of hot cowboy strippers. After all, Hanna has never met a man who made her really want.
Zack, Hanna’s future husband, offered to marry her and save her family’s ranch from financial ruin, and while she accepted, it was never what you’d call a passionate affair. But when she locks eyes with Logan, Hanna is suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling she’s always craved and never experienced: Pure. Animal. Desire...
When her sister plans a wild bachelorette weekend at the Double S Ranch, Hanna Stevens is pretty sure she’ll just grin and bear it while the other women get their fill of hot cowboy strippers. After all, Hanna has never met a man who made her really want.
Zack, Hanna’s future husband, offered to marry her and save her family’s ranch from financial ruin, and while she accepted, it was never what you’d call a passionate affair. But when she locks eyes with Logan, Hanna is suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling she’s always craved and never experienced: Pure. Animal. Desire...
The first in a new series of Stripped Down Cowboys
from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sabrina York
"Sabrina York can write a sexy cowboy like no other!" Susan Stoker, New York Times bestselling author
"Sabrina York can write a sexy cowboy like no other!" Susan Stoker, New York Times bestselling author
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an Excerpt
“Hi.”
Logan’s heart stilled and then shot into a
rapid tattoo. He dropped the heavy bale on the ground. It landed with a dull
thud and a plume of dust. Slowly, he turned, trying to ignore the shivers
running over his skin at that low, sultry voice.
And yeah. There she was, backlit by the sun
in the yawning barn door, a tantalizing silhouette.
“Ma’am.”
He tipped back his hat so he could see her
better. Wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, she was beautiful. Her red hair
was down, flowing over her shoulders like a rippling stream, teased by the
breeze. The buttons of her plaid shirt strained against the curves of her
breasts. He loved the way her skinny jeans clung to her legs, disappearing in a
pair of well-worn boots.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. The women
were supposed to be settling in, dressing for the evening’s festivities. A
Hunky Hoedown. Logan was supposed to be preparing for that too—but he’d decided
to work off his simmering energy here, in the barn.
He hadn’t really expected her to take him
up on his offer and find him here. Never dared hope.
But…here she was.
His knees went a little weak. He tightened
his muscles and forced himself to remain where he was, watching her every move.
Every breath.
Though he suspected why she’d come, he
wasn’t sure. It would be wise to let her make the first move.
God help him.
Because he wanted to pounce.
“So…” She wandered deeper into the barn,
pretending to study the tools hanging on the wall. Her fingers drifted over a
harness; the sight made a shudder walk through him. When Gotham poked out a head and sprayed her
with a welcoming snort, she patted his snout, but not like a city girl. Not
with a tentative pat as though she were afraid he’d bite.
Logan swallowed the pool of drool in his
mouth. He’d like to take a bite. Of that.
“So…” she repeated. “Is this a working
ranch, or only a weekend bordello?”
Logan stiffened. If he wasn’t mistaken,
that was a flirtatious tone. She flicked a look at him, from beneath amber
lashes and his gut clenched. Shit. It was.
His heart lurched. His cock swelled. Sudden
sweat beaded his brow.
This was Hanna. His Hanna—well, the Hanna
of his dreams. The woman he’d wanted forever, the woman who’d never seen him.
And she was flirting. With him.
Inexorably drawn to her, he stepped closer.
“Oh. It’s a working ranch.” A low rumble, infused with meaning. Yeah. He’d like
to work her. Work her over.
“I see.” She leaned against the wall and
crossed her arms. It took every ounce of concentration in him to keep his gaze
on her face. Oh, it was a fascinating face, but the cleavage her action created
was even more mesmerizing.
His brain fizzled and popped at that hint
of a shadow. He said the only thing that came to mind—the only thing fit to
say, at least. “Cody has over two hundred head.”
“I see. Do you…” Her attention trickled
over his bare chest. He was covered in sweat and bits of hay. She didn’t seem
to mind. Her lips pursed. Then she licked them. “Do you work here?”
He snorted. “No.” His days working as a
cowpoke for Cody were long gone…unless he lost a bet.
“Ah.” Her gaze flicked up to his. The
muscle in her cheek tightened. “I didn’t think so.”
The words skimmed over him in a hot rush,
her tone, low and woven with implication. His breath hitched at the look in her
beautiful eyes.
And then it plunged to his toes.
Because he could tell, from every line of
her face, from the way she held her body, from the way she looked at him. She
didn’t recognize him.
She had no idea who he was. No idea they’d
gone to high school together. No memory of what he’d done, how he’d risked
everything for her. And nearly lost.
Nope. She thought he was just a random
stripper. Manflesh brought in for the sole purpose of providing pleasure to the
lady guests.
On the one hand, that pissed him off.
But on the other hand…hell, she thought he
was a stripper. Probably one willing to
make himself available to Cody’s guests should the right offer arise.
A mix of annoyance, need and lust warred
within him.
Lust won.
Hanna Stevens, the prim and proper princess
of Snake Gully, thought he was a stud for hire. And she wanted him.
This could be fun.
He stepped closer to her, adopting a gait,
an attitude he assumed a man of lesser morals might employ. “I’m just here for
the weekend, ma’am. Just here to make sure you ladies have a…good time.”
“I-I see.”
“My name is Logan.”
“Hanna.”
Yeah. He knew. He knew her name.
She tipped up her head as he neared. Her
eyes went wide. Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Damn, she was a tiny thing. Heat
gathered low in his belly. He fought back the urge to yank her into his arms
and kiss the shit out of her. “I…ah…and…” She glanced away and then slowly
forced her gaze back. “And what would that good time entail…exactly?”
Everything in him stilled.
First, because hell, was she propositioning
him?
And second because, hell! She was
propositioning him.
“That’s…negotiable.” He hated that his
voice cracked on the words. But he really couldn’t help it. It was all he could
do to keep control of his raging emotions. Okay. His raging lust. His cock was
hard. Tight in his jeans. Thudding with every beat of his heart. And his pulse
thrummed like an out of control jackhammer. “W-what do you like?”
He was pretty sure gentlemen of the evening
didn’t stutter, but he couldn’t help himself. He held his breath, waiting for
her answer. God, he wanted to know. He’d always wanted to know. Ached to know.
She drew her finger along the leather
harness dangling from the wall and his cock jerked in sympathetic reaction. “I
don’t know. Something…improper.” The look she flicked at him set his soul on
fire. A dark wind screamed through him like a violent summer storm on the
range.
“I can do improper.” Could he.
She stepped closer. Her scent engulfed him,
clouded his brain. Something feminine and light, like powder. She tipped her
chin and met his gaze as she set her palm flat on his chest. He nearly winced
at the touch. Their first real touch. His muscles bunched at the effort to hold
back that involuntary reaction. Her hand was tiny. She was tiny. He wanted to
scoop her up, find a nice soft pile of hay and roll her in it. Hard.
Her lashes flickered. “Something…very
improper.”
He swallowed. “I can do very improper.”
“Something naughty.” A whisper. As though
some deep part of her was not allowed to hear.
“I can do naughty,” he whispered back. “I’m
very good at naughty.”
A sizzling energy passed between them. She
licked her lips again and this time he saw it for what it was. An invitation.
To take.
What he wanted.
What he’d wanted for years.
Forever.
And he did.
He kissed her.
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