Prairie Passion – Cowboys of The Flint Hills Book 2 By Tessa Layne

Prairie Passion
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 2
Tessa Layne


Out of the Frying Pan

Brodie Sinclaire, the youngest and wildest of the Sinclaire brothers, has just been given an ultimatum. Settle down and run the hunting lodge his brothers have built, or find a new job – on another ranch. His first order of business is to find a cook who will last more than a week. He gets more than he bargained for when the cook he hires turns out to be his sister-in-law’s best friend, fiery redhead and Cordon Bleu trained chef, Jamey O’Neill.

And Into the Fire

In the span of a week Jamey O’Neill has lost everything. Her boyfriend, her restaurant, and her career – thanks to a devastating health diagnosis. Broke, and desperate to make a fresh start, she agrees to help the Sinclaires get their hunting lodge off the ground. The last thing she needs is a deliciously handsome cowboy getting under her skin and bossing her in the kitchen.

Can They Handle the Heat?

They can’t deny their chemistry is explosive, and Brodie sets out to prove himself to the feisty chef. But can they handle the heat when Brodie is forced to face his past and Jamey wrestles with her future?

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Jamey has made a really big mistake professionally by not having a contract with her partner/boyfriend. Now with an unexpected diagnosis of celiac disease, she can’t tolerate any form of gluten and loses everything she worked so hard for.

Brodie has been put in charge of the new hunting lodge, but he’s lost quite a few chefs and his brother’s at his wits end. An ultimatum is issued and the new Chef is on the way.

A phone call from Maddie changes everything for Jamey. Now she has a job but when she hears she’s going to be working and living with Brodie she’s not so sure anymore. Can she work with Brody without giving in to her feelings for him?

This is a favorite scene, the initial confrontation between Jamey and Brodie.

“I’m serious about the kitchen, Brodie,” she shot back over her shoulder. “The state of the kitchen when I arrived violated at least a dozen health department regulations.”

“Aww come on. It wasn’t that bad.”

She spun back toward him. “Are you blind? Did you happen to notice the grease and grime on every surface? I wasted two and a half hours scrubbing this place from tip to toe. And then I wasted even more time in town paying full-price for groceries. This is a commercial kitchen, hotshot. Where are the wholesale vendors? Where are the daily deliveries?”

He shrugged. “Well it’s only me and the crew right now.”

She glowered at him, leaning over the island. “That’s still no way to run a kitchen. You set it up right from the start.”

A flush burned in his chest, spreading up his neck. What did she know about any of this? She was a city chef with no clue how things were done out here.

He threw up his hands. “Welcome to the boonies, darlin’. We don’t do things like you’re used to in the big city.”

She slapped her hands on the island. “Well get ready because there are kitchen rules to follow, big city or not, and one of them is making sure the chef has ingredients.

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the island and putting his face inches from hers. Quite possibly a mistake, given the way his pulse ratcheted up.

“Now just a stinkin’ minute, lady. You want to talk rules? You stole my truck. Out here that’s a firing offense.”

She moved her face a fraction closer to his. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t work for you.”

“Wanna bet?”

Her eyes flashed fire. And this close, he noticed gold flecks in her irises.

“I’d never work for you. I work for Blake.”

He flexed his fingers on the stainless, every cell in his body going taut.

“My lodge. My rules.”

“My kitchen. My rules.”

She sounded breathless. Hell, was she as turned on as he was?

Only one way to find out.

Quick as a wink, he thrust a hand through her curls, tugging her head across the remaining few inches that separated their faces, bringing his mouth to hers.

Her lips were as soft and sensual as he remembered. Her mouth as hot. He flicked his tongue along her opening, demanding entry. With a soft noise in the back of her mouth that went straight to his cock, she opened, her tongue meeting his, continuing a physical battle where their verbal sparring left off.

He’d be damned if she bested him in this arena. Moving his other hand to her cheek, he caressed down her neck as his tongue slid along hers, tasting and sucking.


Kissing her was so much hotter in person than in his dreams.

Like fire and lightning rolled into one. And as he deepened the kiss, she clutched his bicep, branding him with her touch. Need swirled in his groin, and if his crew wasn’t due back any second, he had half a mind to haul her up on the island and fuck her silly right here.

Before he was ready, she groaned, her lips from his, and leaned back, panting. She stood there, eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and anger, hair swirling around her head like a red demon halo.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Kitchen.”

He flashed her a crooked grin, still trying to get his dick under control. “Whatever you say, Chef.

He spun on his heel and headed for the shower.
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Passion: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (pp. 55-57). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Edition.

Oh what a tangled web. Jamey hasn’t told anyone about her illness, and is doing a gluten free kitchen. A very successful one at that, and a little help from Dottie with biscuits.

Then there’s Brodie who has the biggest secret of all. The problem is his secret could ruin the business.

I couldn’t stop reading, these two are hysterical together. Oh and the heat between them is kindle melting. Moving on to the next book, I love the progression.

5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!

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Tessa Layne

Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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