First Ride Cowboy Collection
Coming
February 3rd!
Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you'll never forget.
Forget Me Knot by Lori King
Will her
vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?
Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova
Five
brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with
their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they
love so much.
Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford
A cowboy
who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn't.
Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain
She may be
the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is...if he can convince her to
give an ol' rodeo bum a chance.
Lazarus by Beth Williamson
Being a
Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman
and the woman who still owns his heart.
The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Can two
people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?
Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget
She’s is a
genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef,
beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.
Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Thrown
back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate
has damaged.
Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left
town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?
Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage
of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills
together.
Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes
fantasy cowboys for a living...but she never expected to find her own on the
back roads of Hill Country, Texas.
Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn
Returning
to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town
chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.
Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen
Rich
Bachelor seeks Single Female who won't mind complications of elite society, a
suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…
Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post
A cowboy
honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s
heart, he must bare more than his soul.
River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
From
gunslinger to ranch owner. He's finding respectability a lot more dangerous
than his former life of sin.
Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone
sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy's
heart.
Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis
He can
tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants
nothing to do with him?
The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
She
mistakes him for a stripper...he is happy to comply!
The Real McCoy
Book 1 in the Stripped Down Cowboys Series
by Sabrina York
It’s like Magic Mike…with cowboys!
It’s like Magic Mike…with cowboys!
At a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy
“stud” ranch, she meets the gruff, dominant man of her dreams. It’s too bad the
sexy stripper is only a pretend cowboy…or is he?
When Crystal Wilson gets roped into a
wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, the last thing she wants to
do is tangle with a bunch of half-naked men pretending to be cowboys. But when
she meets Ford McCoy, she can’t help but be attracted to his dark, dominant,
gruff appeal.
What she doesn’t know is that Ford isn’t
a stripper. He’s her friend’s overprotective brother, there to make sure his
little sister doesn’t get into any trouble. She’s surprised at the passion that
flares between them. In fact, what she has with Ford might just be what she’s
been looking for all along.
It’s a pity the sexy rancher isn’t in the
market for a city girl.
READ AN EXCERPT:
She shouldn’t have taken the shot.
For God’s sake, what had she been
thinking? She’d been on a low-carb, low-calorie diet—with no alcohol—for a
month. Not because Blaine had called her fat. That had nothing to do with it.
She just wanted… She just wanted to do it for herself. Yeah.
It wasn’t like he was coming back or
anything. And it wasn’t like she’d let him.
But it would be awesome to run into him
somewhere, say the bank or the coffee shop or that bar on Grill Street, looking
like a vixen. She only had ten pounds to go to hit vixen weight. It was a
helluva ten pounds. They didn’t seem to want to budge.
And damn, she really wanted something to
eat.
And damn, the tequila had hit her hard.
So hard she’d left the weekend kickoff
party—although, to be honest, she’d wanted to leave since the pumping music and
the grinding bodies and the strobing lights were starting to make her eyelid
twitch. As down-home country as the bedrooms were at this ranch-slash-resort,
they sure knew how to throw a bacchanal at night.
It was pleasanter out here behind the
house, staring up at the stars and enjoying the kiss of a soft breeze. There
were no sounds but the rustle of the leaves in the trees, the crickets and the
occasional croak of a frog.
Her head hardly spun at all.
She leaned back and closed her eyes and
imagined how amazing it would feel to be twenty-one again and interested in
those kinds of men. To rub against a hard chest and feel his thickly muscled
arms hold her close.
But none of those boys had ignited a
flicker of interest in her. They’d all been rubbed smooth. Although several of
them, and one in particular, had made it clear he wanted to dance for her.
It was a damn shame.
It would have been fun.
What kind of man would she want, if she
wanted a man? Tall, for sure. Broad. Hard. Rough. Maybe a little wicked twinkle
in his eye.
A door slammed to her right and her eyes
flew open. She blinked as a man strode toward her through the shadows. Her
heart lurched and the breath caught in her throat. Yes, her heart whispered.
Yes. That was the kind of man she wanted.
He was big, and broad and roped with
muscle. His stride was sure, determined and powerful. He wore boots that kicked
up dust with every step, and chaps and even a Stetson. He had high cheekbones
and a well-formed brow. His square chin was spattered with a dark shadow. His
shirt was buttoned.
He looked like a real cowboy.
He looked like a man.
This guy could dance for her. No problem.
She’d love to have him rub himself all over her—
His steps stalled as he caught sight of
her.
“Well, hey there, cowboy,” she purred. It
was probably the tequila purring, but he didn’t seem to care. He peered into
the shadows.
She did him the favor of moving into the
light. She liked that his nostrils flared and his throat worked. He touched the
brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”
Ooh. Ma’am.
Sexy. This stripper knew how to play a
role.
“You’re late,” she said.
He blinked. “Late?”
“The party’s already started.” She sidled
up to him—again, the tequila; normally she would never sidle up to anybody—and
put her hand on his chest. The muscles rippled in response and something inside
her rippled as well. It was probably her womb. Crying out for a visitor.
It had been a while, after all.
She leaned closer, against him, and it
was good. She nestled her nose in his beautiful neck and took a whiff. And
daham, he smelled sinful. Wicked. Alluring.
“What is that fragrance?” she asked. She
needed to know. Wanted to bathe in it.
He chuckled; the sound rumbled through
her. “Soap.”
“Mmm. Yummy.” She scudded her palm over
his chest, his thick arms and down to his trim waist. He held steady as she
explored, staring at her through insanely thick lashes. It should be illegal
for a man to have lashes like that. His features were locked and hard. A muscle
ticked in his cheek. “You’re hard,” she murmured. Oh, God, he was.
“Yes, ma’am. I am.” This he said in a low
purr, one that gave a sizzle of double entendre to the words.
Something cracked inside her. It was
probably the remainder of her pickled restraint. He was the hottest man she’d
ever seen, much less touched. His heat soaked into her and melted her, liquefied
her.
She couldn’t stop her roving exploration
and wouldn’t have anyway. Her hand drifted lower. His body tightened, his
breath hitched as she reached his belt. And then she found him.
Her knees locked. Her pulse rocketed
through her veins. Because Jesus God, he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard…
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her
titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical,
contemporary and fantasy sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the
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