Cowboy vs Business Man
Prince vs Billionaire
Mountain Man vs Geek
Sports Player vs ???? you tell me :)
I'm dying to know what kind of book boyfriend makes your heart go pitter patter! I've written a vineyard owner in Hot Fusion, South African millionaire in my Blaze A Taste of Paradise, Colorado cowboy in Passion Cowboy Style, to name a few of the heroes that came knocking on my door. In my next release coming March 29 with Loveswept, Tank is the hunky hero. He's a retired MMA fighter in After The Hurt that has his heart broken by the love of his life, Pepper.
Tank is tatted. Intense. Larger than life. And a sweetie deep down inside. Oh, and unbelievably sexy. Here's a snippet of him seeing the heroine, Pepper, for the first time since she bolted on him.
Tank stared into her violet eyes. The ones that had the ability to turn him inside out. But not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. The shock of seeing her after the door slammed shut had been enough to stop his heart. He’d been about to step out from behind the floor-to-ceiling glass-walled wine cooler to do one last check of the details for the engagement party this evening and froze midstep.
Now she was back in his arms; he was staring into her face. A face he’d loved from the moment he’d laid eyes on her in high school. What the fuck was she doing here? Now, after all this time without even a peep from her, she’d returned. Where had she been? What had she been doing? Pepper had vanished into thin air. He wanted to rage at her but bit his tongue. The rush of emotions crashed over him and he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d regret. His actions probably gave away much of what he was feeling but holy hell, touching her again felt amazingly right, which only confused the fuck out of him even more.
His breath ceased as if there were a band wrapped tight around his chest squeezing the life out of him. She’d been able to bring him to his knees in the past, but by God he’d not let it happen anymore, especially after what she’d done. He was still reeling and not thinking straight, unable to believe his eyes. When she’d come through the door just a few minutes ago, Tank felt like a starved man seeing food for the first time in days.
He’d watched her weave between the tables with an elegance and grace a dancer would envy. When she’d removed her coat and slid onto the stool, her red leather skirt hiked up to reveal a very familiar, tantalizingly trim thigh, it had nearly done him in. Her long, slender, and yes, magnificent legs had him mesmerized, especially when she’d hooked a high heel on the rung, crossing one leg over the other. He swore those were the same heels she wore the last time they’d fucked. Once he would have called it making love. That didn’t suit them anymore. That was the past.
But those damn shoes. They matched her flaming red hair, and the memory of her sprawled naked before him, arms flung wide, was imprinted on his brain forever. Like it was yesterday, he could still see her alabaster skin in vivid contrast against the glossy black sheets. The clear violet of her eyes gazing at him under her finely arched ginger brows. She’d lain there, taunting him to do as he wanted with her. And he had.
Does he sound like your kind of hero? Currently I'm finishing up my second Blaze titled Her Hawaiian Cowboy. What could be better? A Hawaii setting, lush and tropical with a horses, cattle and ranching thrown in! And of course a very sexy cowboy. I'm loving this story and I certainly hope the readers do as well. I'll keep you posted on the details for this story as they become available.
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