My Review of Lane – Rope N Ride Book 5 by Em Petrova

 

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Lane
Rope N Ride Book 5
By
Em Petrova

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Dating an older woman has lots of benefits, and #1 is upsetting all the right people.

Lane Calhoun is on a winning streak in his steer wrestling event. His family is thriving, and their reality TV show is breaking records. So why can’t he find happiness? Well, it could be that a passing fling splashed his favorite sex positions all over the news. And now that he’s been named the year’s most eligible bachelor, he’s through with dating.

When Delaney Monroe spies a gorgeous cowboy in chaps, hat and the sexiest grin she’s ever seen, she forgets she’s a forty-two-year-old midwife with a failing small ranch and a son in college to support. No way could she date a younger man. But as soon as she and Lane get within eyeing distance, all bets are off.

Hiding out in the bed of a hot older woman sure sounds cozy to Lane. He’s tired of cameras, interviews and worse, false people. He just wants a spell of peace—is that wrong? But between his struggles to leave the reality show and Delaney’s problem with him being a few years shy of her, their paradise could end up as a mudhole. He only sees one path to freedom, but getting out of the next year’s TV contract means the end for the Rope ‘n Ride show.

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There are many things I love about this series, but this book just made it to being my favorite in this series.

It’s not everyday you see an older woman with a younger man, especially with a significant age difference.

The moment Lane saw Delaney he knew he had to get to know her. The big problem was losing the cameras. Not everyone wants to be in the spotlight and Delaney sure didn’t want to be gossip fodder.

With a new article out in a magazine, he had far more intimate thoughts than just getting to know her when he was introduced.

This is a favorite scene, it has lots of well deserved language. I’m sorry for that, but I was laughing hysterically over this reaction.

He grabbed a beer and headed to a group of guys. They stood around bullshitting about the scores, and someone commented about him having the best year of his life. He only kept half an ear on the conversation, because he’d suddenly spotted the woman. Kashley was dragging her from person to person, introducing her to the family.

She held herself like a woman who knew her way around a horse. Shoulders back, head erect. She had a smooth gait that made him want to watch her all day. In jeans and boots, her honey hair trailing just below the shoulders of her black top. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

Then he was towed off to shoot some whiskey. After two shots, a magazine was shoved under his nose. “Have you seen the latest issue of Men’s Monthly?”

He dropped his gaze to the cover—him wearing a sly grin, his hat dusty as if he’d just come in from a ride. Probably had. But the words beneath his image had him wanting to upchuck all that good whiskey he’d just drunk.

Lane’s Ex Spills His Top 10 Sex Positions

Jesus, he had ten?

He nabbed the magazine and shouldered his way to a group of plush chairs set up in the corner. He’d barely flipped to the article before Ridge joined him, a whiskey glass in each hand.

“Figured you need one more.”

“Thanks.” He nodded toward a glass and chrome table, and Ridge set it down.

“What the fuck’s this shit? Who’s the ex?” It had to be one of two women, and he wouldn’t have believed it from either one. When he’d dated them, they’d seemed like normal girl-next-door types. He wasn’t into dating celebrities or the thousands of Buckle Bunnies wanting a piece of him.

He scoured the page to find a small snapshot of Brianna.

“Motherfuck.”

Ridge leaned over him to look. “Jeez, it was her? I never would have thought her capable.”

“Guess the money was too good to pass up.” He ground his teeth as he skimmed the article. Each sex position was labeled with a big number and a stick figure drawing of the arrangement of body parts.

He cringed. “Isn’t number 1 everybody’s favorite?” Up against the wall sex. He remembered having that with Brianna twice, but they hadn’t been together all that long. And they hadn’t had sex ten different ways.

“Hope she got paid well for making these up. I never did 2 or 3 with her. And what the fuck is 7?” He turned the magazine sideways.

“Your lucky number?” Ridge shot out.

He grunted and shook his head. “Sure as fuck never did that to anybody.” He rotated the magazine, trying to figure out just what body part went where.

“Hey, guys. We brought more whiskey. Thought you’d need it, Lane.”

He jerked his head up to see Kashley standing there with the beautiful relative. His heart hit his boots. He slammed the magazine shut and dropped it to the side table. As he got to his feet, he tried to look like he hadn’t just been reading his own favorite sex positions.

“Do you guys remember my Aunt Delaney?”

The older woman shot her niece a cool look.

“Sorry, just Delaney. No aunt.” Kashley slipped her arms around Ridge, and he pulled her close.

“Good to see you again,” Ridge said. “It’s been a number of years.”

“I’m sorry I missed the wedding.” She shook Ridge’s hand with the same sureness that she walked. This woman knew who she was, and it was sexy as hell.

Lane extended his hand, wondering if he should have wiped it off after touching that magazine. Freakin’ ten favorite sex positions—what the fuck?
He looked directly into her penetrating blue stare. “I’m Lane.”

Her lips quirked up. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

He laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“She lives out east. She hasn’t visited us for ages. My momma’s excited to see her.”

“And I missed the wedding.” Delaney’s voice sounded as though she’d downed a few shots already. A smooth, throaty sound that made Lane think of number 1 with brand new excitement.

“She was in Mozambique, working to provide women’s health care to several tribes,” Kashley piped up.

“Now that’s a noble cause.” He let his gaze skitter over her face, lightly kissed by the sun. She had a worldly look to her, right down to her eyes that looked like the reflection off an exotic sea. Where her hair waved from her forehead were a few glints of silver.

Now that he looked more closely, he detected a crinkle at the corner of each eye. She didn’t look to be much older than Kashley, yet she was no twittering young groupie either.

Her attention dropped to the magazine, and he inwardly cussed. Why hadn’t he thought to flip it facedown?

“Will you be staying with your sister?” he asked Delaney.

“Just for a night or two, yes. It’s nice to come to Tulsa to see Kashley. Then I’m back to work.”

“She’s a midwife,” Kashley put in. Lane shot his brother a look and received a slight nod of verification. They were looking for answers, and Delaney was part of that. Which meant Lane might be seeing more of the woman.
Petrova, Em. Lane (Rope ‘n Ride Series Book 5) (Kindle Locations 149-203). Kindle Edition.

Thus begins the pursuit. For Lane the pursuit of a beautiful older woman and for Ridge and her niece Kashley the pursuit of conception.
Of course there has to be some angst, so we have Delaney’s son to contend with as well.

Lots of fun and sneaking away from the cameras.

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.

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