Will an Alpha cowboy take a second chance at true love in this sexy, small town western?
He’s a down-home rancher
Axel Hansen is Prairie’s fickle Casanova and resident prankster. Ten years ago, he wanted nothing more than to settle down on the family ranch with his college sweetheart. But his adrenaline junkie girlfriend, Haley, chose her profession over love.
She’s the thrill seeker who broke his heart
Meteorologist Haley Cooper has devoted her career to facing down tornadoes and saving lives. She’s finally offered the promotion of a lifetime, but it means boarding at the last place on Earth she thought she’d see again and facing down her biggest regret.
Will Lightning Strike Twice for Love?
Axel jumps at the chance to help Haley with her research, and before they know it, they’re caught in the crosswinds of love and obligation. But as devastating tornadoes rip through the area, they’ll have to confront their feelings for each other and decide if their love can weather any storm
I think this may be my favorite of this series so far. Not only because of the emotional rollercoaster it puts us on, but also because of the characters involved.
Axel is a troublemaker, which we’ve seen in interactions with his sister Hope. Really all this is a cover-up, he’s been hurt and doesn’t want to be hurt again.
Haley never intended to return to the Flint Hills, unfortunately her boss has put her on a head on collision with her past. As a meteorologist at CPARC – Climate Prediction and Research Center she’s been tasked with recording severe weather activity around Prairie, Kansas. Having to drive herself she has been assured locating one would not be an issue.
I’m not sure who was more surprised Haley or Axel when she shows up at Hanson Stables where she will be living for the next two months while collecting tornado data.
Now Axel is determined not to fall under her spell again, that is until they meet up at the Trading Post after she’s settled in at the Ranch.
This is a favorite scene.
His feet propelled him onto the dance floor, and when he spotted them, he marched over and tapped Johnny on the shoulder.“Mind?”
Johnny’s eyes narrowed a fraction, but then he nodded. “Be my guest.” Johnny smiled at Coop and melted away.
Coop stood looking at him, curiosity and suspicion battling in her eyes. He extended his hand.
“I promise I won’t bite.”
“Are you sure?”
He extended his hand, heart thudding like a bass drum. The jukebox changed, and the opening melody of Tim McGraw’s It’s Your Love floated over them as she slipped her hand into his. Electricity zinged up his arm at her touch.
Did she feel it too?
The connection between them was still palpable, even after so many years. He pulled her close and began to move in time to the music. “You pick this song?” How many times had they danced to this song?
She shook her head, letting out a small laugh. “Emmaline.”
His stomach sank a little. It was foolish to think that she might still carry a torch for him. He maneuvered them between the other couples on the floor. At first, she followed him stiffly, but by the second chorus she relaxed into him and he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her flush.
Their thighs brushed as they moved, and awareness surged through him. God, he could get used to this in a hurry. The song ended, but he didn’t let go. Instead he kept moving as the strains of Brad Paisley’s Then came through the speakers.
What was he doing out here on the dance floor with her? Besides playing with fire and begging to get hurt? If she was really water under the bridge, couldn’t they just talk?
Axel cleared his throat. “So tell me, Coop,” he murmured into her ear, catching a whiff of her scent, which was at once surprisingly familiar and deliciously intoxicating. Like roses and sunshine. Funny, she hadn’t changed her perfume in ten years. The realization warmed him. “Last time I saw you, you were tucked up under my arm, sound asleep, and when I woke up, you’d bolted.”
She stiffened and her head snapped back, eyes searching his warily. “Axe, I don’t think–”
He chuckled and smiled bitterly. “No? All right, we can stick to safer topics.” So anything too personal was still off limits for her. Fine. But he wouldn’t let it go indefinitely. He deserved an explanation, even if it wasn’t right now. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you’ve been up to the last ten years?”
She cocked her head, eyes narrowed. “For real?”
“Mhm,” he nodded. “I’m all ears.”
In truth, he was.
“Well, there’s not much to tell, really.” Her soft, husky drawl washed over him, setting his nerve endings alight. “I still live in Norman when I’m not doing field work. I got my Ph.D. in Meteorology a few years back. I was chief meteorologist at the NBC affiliate in Norman until I left to work with CPARC a year ago.”
Admiration swelled through him. “I bet you were great,” Axel grinned down at her. “I’d have watched you every day.”
She blushed and looked away. When she looked back a moment later, her eyes had gone soft. “What about you Axe? You running the show now?”
Bitterness rose in his throat. “Does it look like it? Pops is still the same. I’ve tried to innovate where I can. Gunn’s been good about pushing through some of my suggestions with Pops.
“Are you happy?”
Her question stopped him dead on the dance floor, and dread churned in his belly. Talk about unsafe topics. But hell, maybe he needed to shake things up. Quit following everyone’s rules and start following his own for a change. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward the patio.
“You still need a driver?”
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Storm: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (pp. 34-37). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Edition.
Chasing the weather is quite the adrenaline high, and a Tornado touchdown later, Axel is reprimanding her about safety.
These two have enough emotions swirling around it’s like their own personal tornado.
But it’s the one that hits Prairie proper that causes a whole new level of everything, pretty much for everybody.
Love, laughter, and plenty of tears in this book.
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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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