Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls go to Vegas. Especially when they’re alone on Christmas.
When Veronica finds herself on her own this holiday, she does what any sassy young female would do—she calls up her bestie and lures her to Vegas with plane tickets. What could be better than hitting the clubs, having a few too many and…getting your twerk on?
Cutter would rather trade his boots for one of those feather Vegas showgirl outfits than spend Christmas at his big brother’s. But when he does the bump ’n grind on the dance floor with a sexy little filly with the mouth of a trucker, he knows he’s about to get lucky. Except he’s too much of a gentleman—isn’t he?
Veronica will take standing beneath the mistletoe with the blue-eyed, sable-haired cowboy over Aunt Lenora’s fruitcake any day. After all, he’s so darn good at tying knots—with pretty much anything. With only a few short days together, and her friend occupied with two hunky waiters, she has nothing to lose. Except Cutter’s getting a little too intense for just a short fling. Good thing he doesn’t know her real name…
Not wanting to go to her aunt’s place in England for Christmas, Veronica does the next best thing, books a trip for two to Vegas and convinces her best friend Julie to go with her. When Julie hooks up with two guys they meet in a club, she is approached by an honest to God cowboy. One who’s mere scent sends her thoughts to the bedroom and him naked.
Cutter comes to Vegas to be with his brother and his family for Christmas, but staying in their home quickly loses appeal with screaming kids and the couple fighting. So he quietly leaves and gets a room at a hotel. He decides on a club not in his hotel and meets a sassy beauty who quickly perks his interest in more ways than one.
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he stared down at her. The world did a loop de loop around her, and she didn’t think it was due to the remaining effect of the alcohol. She might not pass a sobriety test at the moment, but she was clear enough to know she was wildly attracted to this man.
“You wanna walk?” he drawled, indicating the crowded sidewalk ahead of them.
“Yes.” She needed more time to get her mouth to line up with her thoughts. Both were a little scrambled right now.
“I like your boots. I think I’d like them better under my bed.” She clapped a hand over her lips, her eyes flying wide.
Cutter was laughing again, a deep rumble that threatened to rip more naughty things out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
He brushed his arm against hers as their bodies naturally drew together like magnets. Goosebumps spread over her arm, and she raised the coffee to her lips again. The sooner she was sober, the better.
“Don’t be sorry. Tell me about Roni.”
She did a mental somersault. Who had told him about the name she had secretly used for her inner diva? The one who would sass her mom or have one too many—
It came back in a rush of techno music and flashing lights. She had given that as her name.
For a moment, she wondered if she should set him straight and then thought differently. What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas, and she had no intention of seeing this man when she left. Why not let him call her Roni?
A light display caught her eye as they passed one courtyard. A tunnel was created from lights, with flashing swans at the end.
He gave her an amused quirk of his lips. “Wanna go in?”
“Duh!” Oh Lord, she still had too much rum flowing through her veins. She took several deep swallows of coffee.
At her side, Cutter’s shoulders moved with his laughter. “You’re an entertaining woman, Roni.”
She straightened and owned the name. That persona wouldn’t care about appropriate behavior, so why should she? They moved into a tunnel of lights so bright she had to blink. The red, white, and green seemed to go on forever, and by the time they spilled into a bigger light display with animated light-up figures and animals, she had finished her coffee.
Cutter reached for her empty cup and dumped it in the nearest trash bin. “You live in Texas.”
Her body hummed at the memory. Drinking always made her horny, but the man at her side… Whooeee, he could rival the male strippers in this town. The cowboy part of a show— on stage taking off boots, hat, Wranglers.
She decided it was best to stick with the truth about herself. After tonight, she may never see this man again, but if she did, she didn’t want to be called out on lies. She nodded and quickly decided that was the wrong action for her still-woozy head.
“I work for my father’s construction business.”
He grasped her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. “A construction business, hmm? These feel silky soft to me.” As his bristly five o’clock shadow tickled her flesh, a spear of want hit her. Along with a vision of him licking spilled rum off her fingers.
Oh God, she was going to do something bad again, wasn’t she?
She curled her finger around his jaw and went on tiptoe just as he leaned close.
“I’d like to taste you again. Do you feel like spilling your drink all over your body, sweet thing?” The way he drawled thing sounded as thang. Her heart tripped.
She felt herself nodding. “I’m clumsy like that.”
“Good. Let’s make it a date then.”
Petrova, Em. Jingle Boots (Rope ‘n Ride ON Series) (Kindle Locations 423-461). Kindle Edition.
While nothing happened that night they sure made up for it later. A holiday with enough heat to burn down the hotel. However Cutter knew he wanted more than just Vegas. The question was did Roni?
A quick sizzling read, that makes me want more of these characters. Not only Roni and Cutter but Cole, his children and Julie too!
5 Contented Purrs for Em!
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Em Petrova lives in backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.