Title: Heart of a Cowboy
Series: Elk Heights Ranch #1
Series: Elk Heights Ranch #1
Author: Kristin Vayden
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Genre: Western Romance
Release Date: December 19, 2017
Blurb
A stubborn cowboy has sworn never to forgive or forget—but
one special woman may find a way to change his mind . . .
Hospice nurse Laken Garlington helps people face the end with peace and
dignity, surrounded by their loved ones. But the son of her new patient didn’t
come home to reunite with his dad. So why is Cyler Myer back
in horse country? It’s clear the sexy, six-three hunk with the steely eyes has
a score to settle, and Laken doesn’t plan on being collateral damage . . . no
matter how irresistible she finds the prodigal cowboy.
Dying is too good for the father Cyler will never forgive—not in this
lifetime.
Showing up at his family’s Washington State ranch is the first step in his
plan. But revenge takes a back seat to desire when Cyler meets a bossy beauty
who arouses feelings he isn’t ready to face. As they work together to save an
ailing mare, Cyler realizes he must decide where his true destiny lies.
With darkness . . . or with the woman who offers the promise of redemption
with every kiss.
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Excerpt
His gaze shamelessly took in her silhouette against the
evening sun, and he edged closer. Yet with each step, it wasn’t enough. Rather
like a magnet, she pulled him in, and he didn’t want to fight the impulse.
Softly, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind
her ear, his body heating as she met his gaze, then shyly diverted her eyes. He
traced his fingertips down her neck then gently grasped her shoulder,
encouraging her to turn and face him fully. Anticipation flooded him. Her
breath quickened, and her pink tongue darted out to caress her lower lip,
enticing him. Deliberately, he leaned forward, watching as her eyes widened,
but quickly she stepped out from his hold, putting several feet of distance
between them.
“No. I can’t.” She wrapped her arms around her waist,
hugging herself. Her eyes were bright with suppressed excitement,
encouraging him.
“Why?” he asked, stepping forward.
Laken edged back. “This is the very definition of conflict
of interest.” She arched a brow but grinned, her posture relaxing.
“I’m not going to take no for an answer.” He gave a small
grin in return, taking a step closer.
She laughed, rolling her green eyes. “Why am I not
surprised?”
“Just being honest.” He shrugged.
“Thank you. I think.” She chuckled again, the sound slightly nervous. “Unless
you’re not interested?” He let the question linger, closing the distance as he watched indecision, desire, and hesitancy
flash across her face. “That’s beside the point—”
“That is the only point,” he interrupted.
“I...I could lose my job.” She spoke quietly.
“Are you on the clock right now?” Cyler reached up, tracing
the line from her ear along her jaw, pausing at her full lips.
“It’s complicated. But in short, no.” she murmured, her
expression softening.
“Good.” Without giving her a chance to protest, he closed
the final distance between them and sealed her lips with his.
At first contact, he realized the danger he’d just invited.
It wasn’t just a kiss; rather, each nerve had come alive, demanding more.
Angling his head slightly, he was able to capture more of her kiss,
deepening the exchange as his tongue ran along the seam of her lips, begging
for entrance. He could feel her hesitation melt as she leaned into him, her
lips caressing his, inviting, intoxicating him with each touch.
As she opened her mouth, her arms tentatively grasped his
forearms before sliding up to his shoulders then pulling him in tight.
Cyler’s already- burning body smoldered deeper, demanding more than just a
kiss. Yet he held himself in check, in spite of the pounding blood that seemed
to overtake every other sense.
His hand slid up her back, mapping the delicate curve of her
waist. Her tongue met his, stealing every other rational thought as he accepted
her invitation and tasted the full flavor that was Laken. Her fingers slid
up from his shoulders, threading through his hair and tugging, causing his
heart to pound harder, his body to grow even harder as he pressed into her soft
curves. He breathed in her soft gasp as he bit on her lower lip, pulling her
in, leading her. He mated with her lips, fusing his with hers, searing
his brand with each brush of his lips, each caress of his hand across her
waist.
Abruptly she pulled away, her green eyes wild as they
blinked up at him, staring deep into his soul. Naked in his eyes—yet fully
clothed—she studied him, and the kiss had him off guard just enough that all
the careful walls he’d constructed were still lowered.
Damn it all.
“So...that just happened,” she whispered, a hand reaching up
to touch her pink lips. “Whoa.” She swallowed, his eyes capturing each minute
movement, each tiny shift of her gaze.
Then she smiled.
“To be fair, I did warn you I wasn’t taking no for an
answer.” He relaxed slightly, feeling less exposed and vulnerable.
“You did.” Her gaze flickered to the ground as her lips
tipped into a lopsided grin.
“And I’ll be straight with you. I’m going to kiss you
again.”
Her gaze shot back to his, widening slightly. “So, you’re
saying I don’t get a choice?” She flirted.
He chuckled. “I’m saying you don’t really want one.”
She rolled her eyes. “A little sure of yourself, aren’t
you?” She tucked her hands into her back pockets, regarding him.
He took a small step forward, leaning in to her before
whispering, “You kissed me back.”
Her pert nose scrunched up. “Caught that, did you?”
“Yup. Pretty much.” He laughed softly, reaching out and
tugging on her elbow, and she willingly released her hand from her back
pocket.
“Fair warning?” she asked as he leaned in.
“Fair warning,” he murmured before taking her lips once
more, astounded at how her warmth captivated him, and how his blood went to an
immediate boil.
He’d expected her to moderate the kiss, and he’d been fully
prepared to tease her, to test the waters to see how far she’d let him push,
but what he hadn’t been prepared for was her response.
Rather than play hard to get, she returned the kiss with
full force, biting his lower lip and fanning the already-burning flames.
Her hands mapped his back, kneading, tracing, driving him crazy with each
touch, reminding him that he could—should—be closer. He groaned as she
tugged on his button-up shirt, sliding her hand up his chest, skin on skin.
He breathed in her sigh as he splayed his hands across her
hips, pulling her closer then rocking her against him. He was taken by surprise
when she kissed then bit him gently on the neck before quickly disentangling
herself from his grasp and walking away.
Confused, he turned to watch as she glanced over her
shoulder, giving him a teasing grin. “Fair warning.”
Cyler’s face broke into a wide smile, one that caused his
cheeks to ache with an unfamiliar yet welcome pain as he watched her hike back
up the hill. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to
hurry up? Daylight’s burning.” She taunted as she continued her trek toward the
truck. Cyler rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head,
and grinning. “Is that how it’s going to be?”
“Are you complaining?” Laken turned, taking a few steps backward on a flatter
portion of the hike.
“No, ma’am,” Cyler replied, starting toward her.
“Good.” She giggled and finished the hike with him not far behind. When Cyler
reached Laken, he grasped her hand in his and kept it tight the whole way back to the ranch. The sunset’s glow
made her face appear even more flushed, and he couldn’t help the smug
satisfaction that he’d done that to her. It had been a long time since he’d
felt that way, since he’d even wanted a woman to wear his kiss. It was
disconcerting, yet electrifying all at once, but as much as he wanted to ride
the wave of excitement, he felt the familiar suspicion creep in, the kind that
made him question if this were truly real.
Because heaven only knew how he’d been fooled before.
Cyler glanced over to Laken, meeting her gaze and smiling
before he back to gazing out the window.
The past was the past. This was a chance for a new future.
Let that serve as fair warning...to his heart.
Author Bio
Kristin's inspiration for the romance she writes comes from
her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children
to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some
mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! Life is full—of blessings and
adventure! Needless to say she’s a big fan of coffee and wine…and living in
Washington she’s within walking distance of both!
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