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Bad in Boots – Crossroads Book 1 by Em Petrova


Bad in Boots
Crossroads Book 1
By
Em Petrova

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Sometimes the second time around
is even better than the first…

Cort Bellamy’s been avoiding his hometown of Crossroads, Georgia for too long. Who can blame him, when the small town is so thick with memories and everyone recalls that he let the love of his life slip away? However, his father’s summons for help on the family ranch can’t go unanswered much longer—and now he’s offering Cort a share. Returning to hard work is expected…but he never thought he’d see HER again.

Joss Ellis hates returning to her hometown with her tail tucked, a failure in everyone’s eyes. Her aspirations of making a place for herself in the big city have left her defeated and more than a little depressed. But the minute she sees her rugged ex, her emotions take a detour to hot and bothered. It’s impossible not to run into each other. Even the secret fishing hole is a reminder of whispers and promises that never came true.

She’s the same beauty with a big heart that he can’t keep his hands off. He’s sexier and more untamed than ever. To bring them even closer, they’re fighting similar battles in life. While Cort’s determined to show her that happiness is right here in Crossroads, Joss isn’t convinced. All she’s certain of is that sleeping with her ex is a really bad idea…and she definitely won’t fall for him this time around.

Cort’s boss is always switching his tasks and then complaining. This time though Cort’s had enough and walks off the job. Just as he’s arriving home he gets a call from his father. Short two hands and his foreman injured, his father needs him back on the Bellamy Ranch. With no other prospects Cort packs up and heads home to Crossroads, Georgia. A place he never really thought to return to after Joss broke his heart. At least she wouldn’t be there having gone to the big city to pursue her dreams.

Joss is done, she works too many hours for too little pay, her only splurge is a take out coffee once a month. It’s no way to live and working for a designer who takes all the credit for her designs is not what she envisioned. Admitting defeat is difficult but she can’t continue this way. Going home to regroup is the best thing. She just hoped she had some time before running into Cort.

Of course that doesn’t happen since one of the Bellamy’s fences had broken and an ornery steer is blocking the road. That’s when she gets her first look at the man she left behind, Cort Bellamy.

Now that may have been the first time she saw him and started to realize she still had feelings buried for him. However, a meeting at the grocery store is far more telling.

As she passed a woman, Joss dropped her gaze, hoping she didn’t recognize her and want to stop and chat. So far, she’d managed to come to terms with sharing a house with her sister, drink her bottle of wine and organize her bedroom. Though she left her sewing machine in the case in the closet. Looking at it hurt too much. All those collections she’d dreamed up in her head and thinking of how good she’d make people feel when they wore her clothes…

She issued a low sigh and continued toward the front of the supermarket.

At that moment, a big, tough cowboy came jogging through the automatic doors with a bag in his fist. In jeans, a white T-shirt and his black cowboy hat, Cort was the picture-perfect definition of cowboy. Heads whipped to watch his progress across the lot—hers included.

He ran up to an older lady. “You forgot one of your bags, ma’am.”

God, he drawled that so perfectly. Each syllable tugged at Joss, leaving her feeling as helpless as a puppet.

“Why thank you, Mr. Bellamy.” The woman smiled and reached for the bag.

“Your hands are full. Why don’t you let me help you to your car?” He took the bags from one of her hands.

Was the woman blushing? Dear God, she was. She was seventy-five if she was a day, and still at the mercy of Cort Bellamy.

As they crossed the lot, Joss realized that she stood in the open for Cort to see if he looked up. She considered dodging behind a car or sprinting for the entrance, but that would only draw more notice to herself. Besides, she wanted to see more of the man and his good deed.

She slowed her steps to watch Cort and the woman reach her car. She opened the back, and he placed all her bags inside. She patted his shoulder, and he tipped his hat. Seeing the pink roses in the woman’s cheeks, Joss realized her own felt too hot.

Lifting a hand, she touched her fingertips to her face, and sure enough felt the heat in her skin. The wind kicked up, sending the red and white striped banners on the store front flapping, and Cort made a grab for his hat.

That one masculine move awakened something long-dead in Joss. Something she hadn’t remembered until she experienced the first stirrings after seeing him the other day.

He looked up—and spotted her.

She turned for the store.

In seconds, he flanked her side, matching her steps. After only a few steps, she stopped walking and faced him like the adult she was. “Hi, Cort.”

“Joss.” He drawled her name like a lazy river made a bend. Like a slow brush of lips on a summer night.

She inflated her lungs with air. “That was nice of you to help Mrs. Greenway.”

“Actually, I was just savin’ myself a trip. If I hadn’t taken the bag to her now, I would have ended up driving it to her place later, since she lives down the road. What you saw was pure laziness on my part.”

She laughed. “I don’t believe that.”

“I’ve spent years perfecting the art of relaxation and I’ve got a minor in getting off easy.” His crooked grin overtook his rugged features.

She’d heard about his party days of college that led to him leaving school and working hard for a living. She also heard about the string of women behind him. Seeing him again left Joss with no doubt that women threw themselves at the man.

“Thought I’d grab one of those rotisserie chickens and go and eat it at the lookout.” His light blue eyes caught hers and held for two heartbeats too long. She slanted her gaze away, but damn if he didn’t lure it right back. They were like two magnets from day one, and things really hadn’t changed on that front, had they?

“I haven’t been to the lookout yet. I just settled in my sister’s place.”

“I get one free night a week.”

She arched a brow in question.

“Dad treats me like a cowpoke. I’m even shacked up in the bunkhouse.”

“I bet that’s a party every night. A bunch of cowboys drinking beer and tossing logs on a bonfire.” She noted the chiseled line of his jaw that seemed even more pronounced than in their youth and bunched her fingers into fists to keep from reaching up to stroke the stubble growing there.

He scuffed his boot heel against the asphalt. “Yeah, little bit like that. But we’re all dead asleep by eleven. Dawn comes too early for much of a party.”

Silence swelled between them. Neither moved to walk into the store. Strains of country music floated on the wind from somebody’s truck.

“You’re lookin’ fine, Joss. Those shorts…” He eyed her body, dragging his gaze up each curve nice and slow until he centered on her burning face.

Liquid heat pooled low in her belly, and she couldn’t move for fear she’d melt like an ice cream in the hot Georgia sun right there in the parking lot of Meyers’ Supermarket. How should she even respond to his comment? Her thoughts slid to the place they shouldn’t.

What she wouldn’t do to take the hunky cowboy for another test drive to see if he’d matured in all ways.

She scuffed her own boot heel on the ground and looked up at him.
Em Petrova. Bad in Boots (Kindle Locations 389-433). Kindle Edition.

The chemistry between these two is off the charts, and as they start meeting up at their favorite fishing spot things hit sizzle quickly.

Knowing her sister needs money, Jada posts a picture of one of the gowns Joss designed on the internet and it sells. Joss was surprised and pleased, but had doubts she could make a living designing here.

Plenty of sizzling heat between Cort and Joss, even as Cort’s father continues to be overly critical of everything Cort does.

Both Joss and Cort get second chances in this book and their romance sizzles off the pages.

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She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.


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Chiseled and Cherished – Moon Ranch Book 3 By Em Petrova


Chiseled and Cherished
Moon Ranch Book 3
By
Em Petrova

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They’re enemies—with benefits.
But what happens when their secret is revealed…

On the surface, ex-bounty hunter Asher Moon’s got it all together. But as soon as he sets foot on the family ranch, he’s thrown back into his role as his dysfunctional family’s glue, and now he’s got his own ugly past to cover up too. Just when he thinks he can’t handle any more drama, in walks the one woman who can make him groan—in every possible way.

Asher isn’t the kind of guy Kinsey Reynolds can take home to meet Daddy. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to keep the sexy man out of her panties. Problem is, he’s responsible for her brother going to prison, and that’s not something easily forgiven. As soon as she thinks she’s ready to kick Asher out of her life—and bed—he sweet-talks his way back, and the temptation is impossible to ignore…

Asher can’t trust anybody, not even a smoldering beauty who claims to have feelings for him. Kinsey wants the whole truth about the man Asher’s been hiding behind his tough-guy façade. But the more she learns about him, the more she fears she might be putting her heart at risk. Can these two opposites who attract create a happily ever after?

I’ve been loving this series and couldn’t wait to read Asher’s story.

Asher is a bounty hunter and his last bounty had some unexpected results. Totally shaken up, he returns home to Stokes but before he heads to Moon Ranch he goes to a friend’s birthday party.

Kinsey Reynolds has had a rough week but decides she needs the diversion of her friend Kelly’s birthday party to relax and unwind. It’s here she meets Asher and even before she gets that first drink they’re dancing but not for long.

This is a favorite scene.

Half an hour later, she left her apartment dressed in a body-hugging baby pink dress and heels. With her hair loose around her shoulders, she felt like a new woman, as far from her usual daily attire of game warden uniform and ponytail as possible.

When she reached Kelly’s house, she had trouble finding a place to park so made her own spot in the yard. Loud music greeted her ears. She didn’t bother knocking on the front door, because nobody would hear her anyway.

Bass drummed in her chest, and she cast a look at the packed house. Kelly had a lot of friends, but she’d obviously invited half of Stokes to celebrate her thirtieth birthday.

“Woo, girl. Lookin’ good!”

Kinsey glanced around to see an old high school acquaintance with a beer in hand bobbing his head to the music. Suddenly, she felt as if she’d tunneled back through time to her senior year of high school. The party guests, the music and the keg of beer in the corner felt like old times.

Okay, she’d only stay an hour or so, long enough to cut the cake and wish Kelly a happy birthday. Then she’d go home and have a big soak in the tub with her latest novel before falling into bed. Maybe she’d look at more rescue dogs. For a while now, she’d been considering adopting a pet—something to come home to and ease the stress of her life.

The guy waved his beer at her and ground his hips to the music. “Want some o’ this?”

She shook her head and moved through the crowd. People stood in clusters talking loudly over the music. Some sat in the corners of the living room drinking and vaping. When she reached the kitchen, she found Kelly seated like a queen on the kitchen counter, being hand-fed pizza by a hot body-builder type.

Kinsey giggled and swept forward to hug her friend, bumping the guy aside with a twitch of her hip. “Happy birthday! I see you’re taking full advantage of your special day.”

“Kinsey! Girl, I seriously didn’t think you’d come! Wowser, you look fantastic.” Kelly focused on the man who’d been feeding her the slice of pepperoni. “Doesn’t she, Mac? God, see those legs in high heels? I’m so jealous. And to think you’re stuck in that stodgy green and brown uniform all day long.”

Chuckling at her friend’s words, Kinsey simultaneously wondered why she’d chosen the curve-hugging dress and heels tonight. She hated being the center of attention.

Kelly jumped off the counter and landed on her own high heels. She didn’t bother tugging down her red skirt where it rode high on her hips, and then she grabbed Kinsey’s arm. “Let’s get a drink.”

“Okay, but I’m not letting you talk me into vodka. I’ll never touch the stuff again.”

“Not vodka. Nooo, I’ve got wine for us to celebrate.”

“That’s better.” She followed Kelly through the throng of people, who all shouted happy birthday to her as they passed. When they reached the bar cart in the living room next to the keg, Kinsey’s skin prickled.

Looking around, she caught sight of a man leaning against a doorway. One of the few not holding a drink, he stuck out from the others. Add in his height and muscled physique in low-slung jeans and a black T-shirt, and he definitely made a woman look twice.

His warm gaze locked on her, and her nipples beaded under her skimpy bra.

“Oh my God. Asher Moon’s looking at you.” As if avoiding being a true adult at thirty years old, Kelly sounded like a teenager tonight.

“Asher Moon,” she repeated with a shiver. “Is that who he is?”

“Yesss. Just walked back into town. I heard he hasn’t even gone home yet—he’s been crashing with an old friend here in Stokes.”

“I don’t remember him from high school.”

“Because he’s closer to my age. You were still in elementary school. I forget you’re the baby of my friends. C’mon—I’ll introduce you.”

Oh God.

Kelly dragged her by the arm up to the man leaning in the doorway. Up close, his hazel eyes looked like two bottomless forest pools, reflecting more than an alcohol-induced haze of the other men around her.

“Asher.”

“Hi, Kelly. Happy birthday.” He leaned in and kissed her powdered cheek.

Kelly gripped his shoulder and gave him a big smile. “Do you know Kinsey?”

He shook his head. Kinsey definitely wished she’d foregone the tight dress, because her nipples were trying to jump out of the bodice and attack the gorgeous man standing before her.

Tall didn’t begin to explain him. Handsome either. Asher Moon seemed to own the room with a casual aloofness that told everybody he was head and shoulders above these small-town people he grew up around.

“Hello, Kinsey.”

Why was she staring at his mouth? God, his lips looked hard—chiseled into the granite of his face.

Kinsey scrambled for her wits and smiled. “Hi.”

“Now you’re friends. Have you seen Gray anywhere, Asher?”

He shook his head.

“My boyfriend is never around when I’m looking for him.”

Kinsey spoke up, “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.”

Kelly’s eyes sparkled. “One of them. I’m going to find him. Have some of that wine, Kinsey, darling.” She air-kissed Kinsey and vanished into the crowd, who threw out more “happy birthdays” as she went.

Suddenly, the music changed, and people flooded into the center of the room to dance. Feeling more out of place by the second, Kinsey chanced a look at Asher.

“You dance?” she asked. She had come out on a Friday night looking for fun.

His eyes warmed, but he didn’t smile. “C’mon.” He twitched his head for her to follow, and damn if her body didn’t sit up and beg at the unspoken command.

After he shouldered their path into the crowd, he stopped and turned to her. When he extended a hand, heat curled through her belly like a wisp of smoke. She placed her hand in his rough one, and he drew her in.

Her hips bumped his. And he began to grind to the music.

Oh God. She really couldn’t dance all that well, but her body reacted like it had taken classes. She swayed with him, and he brought a palm to her lower back.

“I like your dress. You look different from everyone else here.”

She didn’t—some were much more scantily clad and some looked downright slutty. “Thanks,” she said above the music.

His stare beat down into her, and her heart pounded in rhythm to their moves. “You grew up in Stokes?”

She nodded.

“Funny we never met.”

“Kelly said you’re close to her age. I’m five years younger.”

“Ah. Well, I’m happy to make your acquaintance.” He rubbed his hips against hers, and she felt the full-blown arousal in his jeans. Not any ordinary bulge—the man was packing.

“You wanna get outta here?” His steady gaze asked far more than for a breath of fresh air out on the deck.

Her body said yes. Her mind… Well, she didn’t have anything to lose. Leaving the party with the hottest man in Stokes—hell, in Colorado—didn’t seem like something she’d regret.

She nodded and slipped her hand into his. With a flash of white teeth that had her heart doing back-flips and warmth licking at her insides, he towed her to the front door and outside.
Em Petrova. ChiseledandCherished (Kindle Locations 155-219). Kindle Edition.

Now Kinsey had meant for it to be a one night stand, as did Asher. However they get thrown together again as a pack of coyotes starts attacking ranches in the area. It also comes out that he’s the one who found her brother Trent after he skipped bail, and she’s a bit delusional where her brother’s credibility is concerned.

Here’s the thing, I love a really hot sexy book and this one definitely qualifies, but a lot of those scenes showed up where Kinsey is working. They were in the middle of nowhere, but I felt that even though Asher and her have that intense attraction, he totally disrespected her and her position as a Game Warden.

This is my least favorite of the series, I thought the others were much better story wise and I could see the love all the way through them. This one not so much. With this one I think I would have liked more story and romance, with fewer of those Kindle melting scenes.

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She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.


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Screwed and Satisfied – Moon Ranch Book 2 By Em Petrova


Screwed and Satisfied
Moon Ranch Book 2
By
Em Petrova

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Second chance romance?
Like hell,
and definitely not with the girl next door.

Dane Moon is the troublemaker of the family, and his latest screw-up was marrying a Vegas stripper. Or was it that she married the male dancer? Either way, that chapter of his life’s over, along with the marriage. He’s back in Colorado on the family homestead, attempting to pick up the broken pieces of his past, present and future.

When veterinarian Brennah Peterson finds a drunk guy passed out in her hay bale, she isn’t surprised it’s Dane Moon. The panty-melting bad boy next door always had a reputation for being the life of the party. Any torch Brennah used to carry for the rough and tumble cowboy has been long extinguished—at least until he throws that crooked smile her way again.

Wanting Brennah and wanting to be a better man go together like boots and hats, and maybe it’s time Dane cleans up his act. But Brennah’s got every reason to stay away from him, and he doesn’t want another ex-wife anyhow. When things heat up, it’s hard for Brennah to walk away. But a hot roll in the hay with Dane won’t be enough, and she won’t accept less than all or nothing.

Having signed divorce papers, beaten up and truck taken by guys sent to collect on his gambling debt, Dane Moon leaves Vegas to return to Moon Ranch. At the time getting drunk seemed like a good idea since he was going to visit his old man’s grave first. Turns out that probably wasn’t the best one.

Veterinarian Brennah Peterson bought the ranch neighboring the Moon’s.  She doesn’t have time for a drunk cowboy sleeping in her barn. When cold water in his face doesn’t work she ties him to her tractor and pulls him out of the barn, to no avail. In a last ditch effort before calling his brother she manages to rouse him by calling his name and shaking him. Leading up to dunking him in the water trough.

This is a favorite scene.

With a sigh, she considered her options. One—call Zayden and tell him to come get his brother. Two—phone the sheriff. Three—attempt to wake him again.

For some reason, she felt the need to try before making any calls. She unhooked the rope from his boots and knelt next to him. “Dane! Wake up!”

He stirred at the sound of his name. Patients came out of anesthesia when they heard their names. This couldn’t be much different, could it?

“Dane!” She shook him, then slapped him lightly on the scruffy cheek. The stiff dark hairs under her fingertips made her jerk her hand back. She latched onto his shoulder and shook him again, but that wasn’t better, because the rock-hard muscle awakened her inner teenaged girl.

She sat back on her heels and called his name again.

Finally, his eyes fluttered. The irises looked amber in the bloodshot mess of the whites of his eyes.

Feeling a little thrown off, she tentatively pushed at his shoulder again. “Dane, get up!”

He sat up so fast she had to jump back. He slumped forward, giving a groan that sounded like a wild animal’s rather than a man’s.

“Dane. Get up. You have to leave.”

“Where am I?” he moaned out.

“On my ranch. You don’t live here. You passed out.”

“Fuck.”

“Come on. Get up and we’ll call your brother.”

That broke through his alcoholic haze. “No. Not my brother. He won’t like it.” Rolling to the side, he tried twice to get his feet beneath him before heaving himself to a stand. He swayed alarmingly, and she reached out as if to catch him, even as she realized there was no way in hell she could hold him up. If he plummeted to the ground, all she could do was get out of the way.

He cracked a bleary eye at her. “Who’re you?”

“Brennah Peterson. This is my ranch.” The words barely left her lips before she realized he was about to go down again.

“Oh no you don’t.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him several paces across the yard to the trough. Water always worked with drunks. When she moved to dunk him, he helped her out by falling face-first into the water.

For a moment, she panicked. What if he passed out and she wasn’t strong enough to haul him out? She couldn’t be responsible for the man drowning in her horse trough.

With a hard grasp on his shoulders, she yanked him backward. Crap, he was a hell of a lot heavier than her mom, who drank too much wine following a bad day at work.

To her relief, he came with her, flipping water all over her. She gasped at the hit of cold water to the face and chest. She released him.

Dane rocked on his feet.

“Don’t go down again!” Lurching toward him, she shoved his head under again.

This time, he threw himself upward. With water streaming off him and molding his chambray shirt to his chiseled body, he glared at her. His dark hair plastered to his forehead and below that, his amber eyes centered on her.

She swallowed hard.

The man was big, wet…and angry.

“The best way to wake a drunk is cold water.” Her words sounded strong, even if she felt like she stood on two spaghetti noodles rather than legs.

He didn’t budge, standing there streaming water. When he swiped a hand over his face and up through his hair, sending the strands into spikes, he paused. “Where’s my hat?” He sent her another glare like she’d stolen the thing off his head.

“In the barn. You weren’t wearing it when I found you.”

He looked her over, from head to foot and back up, in a slow pace that reflected his inebriated condition and didn’t have anything to do with him liking her appearance. But she still felt his gaze like a touch and drew up to her full height of five-nine. She was tall enough, strong too. And she wanted him to know he wouldn’t get far with her if he tried anything.

He strode into her barn without so much as a wobble. Clearly the man could process his liquor with a little help. He shoved the hat down over his wet hair and peered at her from under the low brim.

“How’d you know my name?”

“Your driver’s license.” No sense in reminding him of her immature efforts to get his attention in high school.

Dark brows shot up. “You took my wallet?”

“No, it fell out of your pocket when I dragged you over the threshold.” She waved a hand. At that moment, he must have pieced together the scene—dirt trail, tractor, and rope.

He rounded on her and then grabbed his head. “You dragged me with a tractor?”

“How else was I going to get you out? You’re big and weigh as much as one of my young llamas.”
His blue jeans were painted on, and the way he braced his legs wide only accentuated muscled thighs and calves much thicker than in his youth.

She tore her gaze away. “Look, you need to leave. I have work to do.”

He attempted a nod but clutched his skull again. Serves him right.

“Can you at least tell me where I’m at, besides on your ranch? Where is the Moon Ranch from here?”

“Just across that field.” She pointed.

He peered at her, and through those amber eyes, she saw the lights flipping on in his brain. “You bought the old Connally place.”

She nodded.

“Sorry for the trouble, miss.” To her surprise, he tipped his hat in the most gentlemanly manner she’d seen in ages, and never from a drunk. He walked past her and circled the paddock. She watched him go for long minutes, until she was sure he’d remain on his feet and wouldn’t collapse in her field.

With a shake of her head, she returned to the barn and her animals. If the past half hour was anything to go by, she was in for one hell of a day.
Em Petrova. ScrewedandSatisfied EmPetrova (Kindle Locations 208-260). Kindle Edition.

Now things aren’t going to be easy for Dane, he has to prove to his brother Zayden, that he isn’t like his father. He had to become a better man than he is at the moment.

When Zayden’s tractor is taken, Dane is afraid it’s his fault but a fire in the field stops him from telling anyone. This is where things start to get interesting with him and Brennah.

Plenty of twists and turns, sizzling heat, and more than one surprise.

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She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.


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Tough and Tamed – Moon Ranch Book 1 by Em Petrova


Tough and Tamed
Moon Ranch Book 1
By
Em Petrova

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Revenge sex and a healthy dose of a bad boy making all the wrong decisions equals one hell of a wild ride. The horse is optional.

Zayden Moon and his brothers are back home for the old man’s funeral, but too bad none of them give a damn what happens to the failing ranch they’ve inherited or all the bad memories that come with it. Now Zayden has more than his murky past and the ranch to contend with. As usual, trouble comes searching for him when he’s asked to rescue a woman lost on the mountain, stranded on Valentines’ Day of all things, and he’s the only man who knows where to look. And whoooeee, there’s a lot to look at when it comes to this curvaceous beauty.

Esme thought she was going to the mountain getaway to receive a diamond ring, and instead she’s abandoned by her boyfriend and left to make her own way down the jagged terrain. When a sexy cowboy rides in on a white steed, she thinks she’s seeing things, but soon his warm, rough hands show her otherwise. A hot and heavy dose of revenge sex seems to be in order too, right?

If Zayden had a heart, he’d be falling for the woman with spunk to match her wild curls, but he knows better than to attempt a relationship. And Lordy, Esme sure gravitates to the worst men… except there’s something more to Zayden than he allows anyone to see. If she ever figures out what, she might give Zayden a chance, because the man’s kisses sure can knot a woman up.

Zayden really didn’t want to be back in Stokes and his return starts with a confrontation with a deputy he knew years ago. That said, his family didn’t have a very good reputation thanks to his now deceased father. At the moment all he wants to do is get the man buried, sell the ranch and leave.

Of course that’s not what’s going to happen, he has an innate sense of responsibility and upon seeing MiMi the woman who is both mother and grandmother to him and his brothers he knew leaving was out of the question.

As he sort of settles in he runs into some folks as he’s buying feed for the animals. A young woman is missing on the mountain in the storm that’s headed this way.

Thing is she’s not missing per se, she was left on purpose. When Esme discovered Owen had stranded her on the mountain she was a lot more than angry. In a move that probably wasn’t smart, she decides to leave the cabin, hoping to find cell service further down the mountain or maybe a ride back to town.

Freezing she finds shelter under a pine tree to shelter her from the elements a bit. This is where Zayden finds her, but it’s too late and she’s way to cold for him to take her all the way back to his truck.

After an interesting night in a cabin Zayden brings her home.

This is a favorite scene.

The ride down took a good two and a half hours, going at a slow pace. When they reached the road, she spotted an old truck and trailer parked there.

“That’s mine,” he said.

Her stomach churned with apprehension.

“You’ll be happy to get home.”

She didn’t respond.

“Esme?”

God, he said her name in a low rumble that spread through her entire system.

She shook herself. “I’m not that excited about answering any questions that will come.”

“You got family here?”

“No. They’re in Tennessee. But my coworkers will want to hear the story. I’m just hoping there isn’t a newspaper reporter waiting for me when I return.”

“I don’t know about that. Stokes didn’t have a newspaper when I left.” He flexed his arm around her middle, and the small movement sent a jerk to her heart.

“You haven’t lived here all the time?”

“Nah. Got out.”

Since he didn’t expand on this statement, she remained silent as they approached the truck. He reined in the horse and dismounted, then reached up for her.

Wordlessly, she slipped into his arms. Was it her imagination, or did he hold onto her a beat longer than necessary? She steadied herself, watching him move to the trailer and open the door. He led the horse inside and waved to her.

“Get in the truck and out of the wind.”

She did. In a strange man’s truck, she looked around. It was empty of all but a few coins in the cup holder. Either he’d just cleaned it out or he wasn’t a guy who personalized his vehicle. Every man she knew had a gun rack or stickers for a shooting group, Mountain Dew bottles, and Cheetos bags on the floor.

Zayden’s truck looked as if it belonged to no one.

She twisted to look out the rear window but couldn’t see him behind the trailer. So she faced forward and watched in the side mirror as he appeared. Seconds later, he climbed behind the wheel.

He gave her a glance before starting the engine. “Where am I dropping you?”

“At my apartment. I live in a rental in the old part of town.”

“All right. Holler when we get close.”

“Okay.” She released a heavy sigh.

Silence descended, and her thoughts bounced from Owen to her ordeal and skidded sideways to how she’d have to discuss everything at work.

“The house is just there. The blue one.”

He drew up in front of the place and looked at her. “You sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

She shook her head. “I just need a hot shower and my bed.”

Without another word, he climbed out of the truck and moved to her side before she could step out. He assisted her to the ground, a hand on her arm even though she didn’t need it.

“I didn’t even say thank you to your horse.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his handsome face. “He’ll understand.”

Looking into his eyes, she smiled. “You were great up there.”

“I did what any decent man would.”

“That isn’t true. And I don’t only mean getting me safe and warm. You said some things that made me feel better.”

His brow crinkled, and she noticed a slice through it from a scar. “What’s that?”

“You made me feel like I might not be such a loser.”

His brows shot up, and he gave her that look again—like he wanted to move in closer and put his hands on her in a very sexual way.

“You’re far from a loser, Esme.”

She nodded. “You reminded me I have worth.”

“Don’t let that bastard make you feel like a castoff. Ya hear?” The vehemence in his tone took her aback. She blinked and then reached up to put her arms around his neck, sneaking a touch of his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. Actually, it felt softer, like goose down.

He squeezed her back briefly and then stepped away. “Maybe I’ll see ya around. Take care of yourself.”

She nodded. He paused, looking down at her. For a heart-pounding moment, she wondered if he might kiss her, and if she wanted him to. What did that make her, when twenty-four hours before, she’d been hoping for a ring from another man?

She must have suffered some frostbite to the brain up there on that mountain.

He watched her with that hooded stare that was doing questionable things to her insides. Then he said the most perfect thing.

“If ya need me to break his legs for ya, gimme a call.”
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Between all the things wrong with the ranch, the debts, and even theft left to him by his father, Zayden didn’t have time for a relationship. His brothers Asher and Dane were little to no help as one leaves and one Zayden has to send away, although with a heavy heart.

Esme has a talent for finding the wrong guys and Zayden appears to be her go to guy for rescue. While these two start out as just friends, once things heat up between them they sizzle off the pages.

Twists, turns and plenty of heat will have you turning the pages. I can’t wait to read Dane’s story in the next book ‘Screwed and Satisfied’.

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She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.


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Point Blank Range – Ranger Ops Book 3 by Em Petrova



Point Blank Range
Ranger Ops Book 3
By
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If hate is a game, this special ops man and ATF agent are out for blood. Or maybe they’re just fighting to see who will be on TOP.

Special Ops Sergeant Lincoln Reed, aka Linc, doesn’t want to talk about how small, dark places make him want to blow shit up. He wants to forget about that time of his life and get back to his team. But now he’s trapped in an elevator with the annoying—and strangely pretty—ATF agent he’s spent weeks trying to get off his back. She’s a know-it-all on a power trip… and has he mentioned she’s pretty?

One minute Nealy finds herself in a defunct elevator with a volatile special ops man and the next she’s in his arms… with her naked thighs wrapped around him. Now she’s forced to work even closer with him and the Ranger Ops team. She can’t think of anything worse than a bunch of chest-thumping gun-toting tough guys taking credit for her bringing down the biggest illegal weapons smuggler the US has seen in decades.

As their investigation takes them through two states and across the Mexican border, Linc and Nealy are forced into an even tighter situation and have no choice but to see it through till the end. But she’s still a know-it-all, even if she can kiss the lips right off him. And she could do without the soft spot growing inside her for the man who’s all mouth and muscles. Can she close the door on this case and keep her heart intact?

This book is loaded with white hot, explicit scenes. I recommend 18 years of age or older.

Badly injured escaping from arms dealers, Linc finds himself in a Bethesda Hospital burn unit. Recovery is a painful and tedious event, made worse by the constant presence of a persistent DEA Agent asking the same questions over and over.

After being passed over for promotion, Nealy is given the case of a lifetime. Operation X is the one that could elevate her career so the next promotion would be hers. The biggest lead on these arms smugglers/dealers is currently in her neighborhood recuperating from burns acquired while getting away from these men.

With Linc discharged and back in Texas and her bosses wanting results, Nealy heads to Texas to join with the Ranger Ops to take down those involved in her case. She doesn’t exactly get a warm welcome.

This is a favorite scene.

Lennon clapped him on the back, and Linc pivoted his head to look at him. “You did good for your first day back. Any pain?”

Linc shook his head. They stopped walking as an SUV pulled up. A window rolled down, and Linc stepped forward, thinking to see the politician.

He drew up short as his gaze fell on the woman behind the lowered glass. Their stares connected, and lurid images flashed through his mind as a dark heat crawled through his groin.

He pushed out a sigh. “Now you’re showing up on my jobs?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I need to speak to your captain.”

Like hell, was Linc’s first thought. Suddenly, he realized Sully would be left with the headache and Linc wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying woman.

She turned in profile and said something to the driver. Then she got out. Beside him, he felt Lennon go still as he stared at the woman.

Oh hell no. His brother could not be looking at the ATF agent as a woman, could he? She was plain at best.

Except Linc remembered very well how soft her curves had felt under his hands in the dark elevator.

And how pretty he’d thought she was before stepping onto the elevator.

She looked to his brother, and Lennon extended a hand. “You must be Lennon,” she said.

He grinned and clasped her hand.

“Yeah, my twin and the guy who doesn’t have time to stand around talking to you,” Linc cut in, shouldering his brother aside.

Lennon and Nealy stared at him. At that moment, the rest of the guys approached, bulked out with gear and grins on their faces as they ripped on each other.

Linc pointed out Sully. “That’s the guy you wanna talk to.”

He turned and walked away. A second later, Lennon jogged up beside him.

“So… she have freckles?”

“Shut up, Lennon.”

“That’s a yes. Freckled everywhere?”

“Dude, you’re about to get decked.”

He continued on to the Ranger Ops SUV, peeling his sling holding his automatic over his head.

“Another yes.”

“Look, she’s an irritating woman who came by the hospital in DC asking me questions about the guys who took me.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. I don’t have fuzzy feelings toward her.”

“Sure looked that way when you saw her.”

Fuck—just what Linc did not need. He hoped to hell Nealy hadn’t noted anything of the like, because it was false to the max. There weren’t feelings involved—it was sex in an elevator, and since then, he’d often wondered why he’d even done it. He liked women, but he wasn’t one to take advantage, especially if he disliked the woman. He had some moral code, after all.

They reached the SUV, and Linc opened the back to stow away his weapon. After that, he made the mistake of tossing a glance over his shoulder—to see Nealy looking at him.
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Plenty of intrigue, suspense and white hot heat flares between Nealy and Linc whenever they are together.

There’s also hints of an information leak that is jeopardizing every mission.

This is a very sexy read, with enough action and intrigue to keep you turning the pages.

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Within Range – Ranger Ops Book 2 by Em Petrova



Within Range
Ranger Ops Book 2
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Two years before, Shaw Woodward watched the love of his life walk down the aisle to another man. Since then, life has kicked him in the balls and lifted him up several times. Just so happens he’s on the downward dip of that cycle right now.

After a difficult mission in the Ranger Ops unit, he’s struggled to keep his focus, and his captain is forcing him to seek help. He just never expected to walk into the shrink’s office to find the woman he loved seated behind the desk in sexy secretary glasses with her blonde hair in a confining bun he wants to unravel.

Atalee Franklin has experienced a lot of highs and lows lately—a marriage and a divorce to name a couple. As a psychiatrist, she’s passionate about helping people through their most difficult moments, but then in walks Shaw, the gorgeous, muscled friend of her ex-husband, and also the reason her marriage failed.

With another shot at a relationship in his sights, can Shaw actually get his head in order enough to feel again? Leaving the Ranger Ops isn’t even a possibility—the only way they’ll strip him from the unit is by putting him in the ground. Atalee sees no way to help the man she cares for without giving her professional opinion to quit the special ops force, but could her heart be impairing her judgment in this case? Losing him a second time isn’t even an option…

Again I’m reading a series out of order. With this one I think I might have been better off starting with the first book. I’m not quite sure of how a Texas Ranger becomes part of Ranger Ops which appears to be far more military in nature.

That said this book does address some PTSD issues that the hero Shaw is experiencing. He does however have a history with the woman assigned as his therapist.

Atalee was about to marry his friend Johnny, when at the urging of his father, Shaw tells her he’s always loved her and to go through with the marriage would be a mistake. Somehow the words Shaw spoke that day never left her and now divorced with her degree and a new position at the VA Atatee is building a new life. The life she had planned before her disaster of a marriage.

Because of the alias used for the appointment Atalee didn’t know it was Shaw that was her patient. So many memories surface including the kiss he gave her that fateful day.

The nature of his job with Ranger Ops has him leaving on missions at a moments notice, and appointments are missed even though in all actuality Atalee can’t be his therapist because of their connection.

Atalee decides to stop by his place after a couple of appointments have been missed. What she finds surprises her.

This is a favorite scene, as clean as I could find.

God, he had to stop these thoughts before they got out of control.

He reached for the box. “I can do it.”

“I’ll help,” she said at once. “It’s your leg?”

He nodded and shifted to tug up his jeans over the bulge of his calf muscle. The ragged wound stung like hell, but all he could think about was Atalee kneeling at his feet. Dirtier thoughts than he’d ever had in his life popped into his mind.

She let out a low gasp at seeing his leg. “What happened to you?” she almost cried.

He latched his gaze onto hers. “Not the question to ask a man like me.”

“It’s a bullet wound, isn’t it? Oh my God, Shaw!” As if to cover her reaction, she tore open the box lid and rifled through the contents.

“Gauze, alcohol, tape. That’s all I need, baby doll.” The endearment rolled off his tongue before he could snatch it back. She sat back on her heels and stared up at him, sea-green eyes burning with tears.

Jesus Christ, he was a goner for this woman.

Reaching out, he cupped her face in his palm, threading his fingers into her soft hair as he’d been wanting to forever.

“If you’ll find me those items, I’ll take care of it. No need to watch.”

She shivered and leaned her head into his touch. Gawd, he couldn’t stop this pull between them—it was like the tides.

“I-I’ll help, I told you.” Pulling away, she located the roll of gauze that was almost depleted from his last injury.

“Cut some into squares using those small scissors,” he instructed.

She flashed a look at him. “How many times have you done this?”

He didn’t answer—she didn’t want to know.

He watched her snip the gauze into several squares. “That’ll do,” he said. Taking the bits, he pressed them to the wound, staunching the blood flow, which had slowed to a trickle. “If you’ll cut a few more and pour some o’ that alcohol on it, I’d appreciate it.”

Without a word, she did as he asked, though she was a bit paler from the experience. He’d give her a nice shot of whiskey and get her feeling better.

Or two shots and make her clothes fall off.

He ground his teeth at the thought of her naked and spread-eagle on his bed.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s going to hurt,” she said.

He gave a nod and removed the bloody bandage for her to clean the bullet graze, a good inch wide and half an inch deep, digging through the muscle of his calf.

When she pressed the alcohol-soaked gauze to the cut, he let out a hiss of pain. A tear dropped from her eye.

“Oh Jesus. Baby doll, I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. Let me have it.” He placed a hand over hers on his leg. Her hand shook, and she looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears.

“I’m okay. I just hate to hurt you, Shaw.”

Hell, did she know how freakin’ sweet she was? Probably not. Women like her were rare, because they did things for others without asking for anything in return. It was how he knew she was a great therapist.

“I’m okay,” he assured her, though his tone took on his emotions and came out thick.

He took over for her, wiping harder to clean out the cut the way he knew she wouldn’t for fear of hurting him further. “More gauze,” he said.

When she handed it to him, he placed it beneath the wound and looked into her eyes. “Pour the alcohol straight in.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. It will hurt you.”

“I have to clean it out, and it’s too deep for just a wipe or two. Pour it in. Please, Atalee.”

After two heartbeats, she nodded and picked up the bottle. It wavered over his leg, and then she dumped it.

The searing pain cut through his muscle, but he bit back any sounds he might have made if he was alone. When she looked up, he gave a nod to stop. “Now we just bandage it.”

“That I can do. Lean back and let me take care of it.”

He did, too tired to resist, and besides, having her soft hands working over his leg soothed him in ways he hadn’t known he needed till now.

She fussed over him, placing the gauze bandage just so, and then she taped it down, commenting that the tape would pull out his leg hair when he removed it. That brought a half-smile to his lips. When she was finished, she sat back on her heels again.
Em Petrova. WithinRange (Kindle Locations 848-891). Kindle Edition.

Of course things don’t go completely smooth, but they mostly do as far as the relationship goes. He doesn’t go for therapy though and he actually finds help in a totally different environment.

We also meet Shaw’s father and Atalee’s mother who seem to strike up their own sort of relationship.

Slow revelations and white hot heat along with interesting glimpses of missions. Plus a nice lead in to what I presume will be the next book in this series.

I definitely have to go back to read the first book in this series for a better understanding of Ranger Ops in general.

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A New Series from Em Petrova! Something About a Lawman – Wild West Book 1


Something About A Lawman
Wild West Book 1
By
Em Petrova

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What’s worse than learning you have a new sidekick? Finding out it’s a know-it-all woman—and she’s banging-hot.

When cattle turn up missing, Wyoming lawman Aiden Roshannon is on the scene. There’s a reason Aiden’s the best at what he does—he only goes by the book. Sure, it’s taking some time to track down the criminals who are stealing and outright butchering the good ranchers’ animals, but he’ll serve them justice in the end.

Amaryllis Long has been a Texas Ranger for five years and her experience trumps anything this newbie operation in Wyoming has seen. She’s locked and loaded, ready to break all the rules if it means getting her criminal cuffed and stuffed. Only thing is, she needs an extra set of cuffs for her sidekick Aiden. The lawman might be hunky as hell with hidden tattoos and secrets as long as a summer’s day, but she knows best.

Asking Amaryllis to stop and think before she acts is like asking a pig to stop eating. She’s reckless, annoying… and a damn good kisser. Half the time Aiden doesn’t know if he wants to throw her in the back of the truck and have his way with her or hog-tie her and leave her alongside the road. They might both be fighting for the same goal but if they can’t agree on how to handle the situation, how can they succeed?

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Talk about oil and water, these two are the definition. Aiden is all about taking notes by hand and Amaryllis is all about the tech.

He is by the book all the way, and she sidesteps it every chance she gets, as long as it gets her the desired results.

On the hunt for cattle rustlers, these two also find an attraction, one that becomes increasingly harder to ignore.

This is a favorite scene as they travel to check out an auction.

Amaryllis stroked her fingers over his arms, shooting sparks of liquid desire through his entire body. He felt like he’d been dunked in an electrified pool of water, helpless and sinking by the minute.

She moved her hands up to his shoulders, rock-hard with tension. She kneaded the muscles.

He shrugged her off. “Stop.”

“Sometimes I hate traveling. Waking up in a strange room, wondering where the hell I am and what I’m supposed to be doing.” Her whispered admission slammed him. “Do you ever feel that way?”

“Fuck, woman. You need to go back to bed.”

She didn’t move. Contrary woman that she was. Spirited, stubborn. And everything he fucking wanted, if he was honest with himself.

One day and he wanted her. He’d met her face-to-face less than twenty-four fucking hours ago, and he was ready to claim her in ways that neither of them could never go back on.

“Aiden…”

The sound of his name on her lips did him in. He caught her by the hips and jerked her down on his lap. Her ass fit his body perfectly, cradling his cock, now hard at the first contact.

She made a noise of surprise, and he found the point of her chin in the darkness. Pinching it lightly, he tipped her head up to meet his gaze. Her face was mostly in shadow, her eyes shiny.

“I can’t put my hands on you, Amaryllis.”

“Then why are you?” Her tone held that note of sass that had driven him nuts half the day. Now he understood why. It was fucking foreplay to him. She mouthed off, and he wanted to shut her up with long, deep kisses.

“Why are you touching me, Aiden?”

“Stop asking questions I can’t answer.”

“I think you can answer.”

“Because I’m selfish.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” She stared deep into his eyes, leaning nearer by the fucking second. He felt the heat of her breath on his jaw. All he had to do was move half an inch and he’d have her lips under his.

Because until this afternoon when I punched that man for commenting on your ass, I didn’t know what I needed in my life to make me feel like a man again.
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Now there’s much going on, and the suspense continues as they travel around Wyoming trying to catch up with the rustlers.

With each chapter the heat ramps up as does the mystery.

A quick satisfying read, with plenty of action and heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Em!

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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.

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A New Series from Em Petrova: Fighting the Flames – Where There’s Smoke Book 1


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Where There’s Smoke Book 1
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Where there’s smoke, Maddox jumps into the flames.

Maddox has been battling California’s wildfires for years. As a smokejumper, he’s trained to take action first and think second, but when he sees the cabin his best buddy owned before his death surrounded by a wall of fire, he can only think of his friend’s widow.

Sydney came to the cabin to ready it to sell. The place holds too many memories for her peace of mind, and after three years of grieving, she’s ready to take a deep breath and move on. But she can’t do that smothered in her cabin.
When the smoke clears…

Maddox needs to evacuate the curvy vixen he has thought about too much since his friend’s passing, but the stubborn woman won’t leave. The team is short-handed, and she’s determined to get hands-on training. Cutting, shoveling, digging—all those things should wear out a woman of her size, but she still has amazing stamina in his bed—as well as bent over logs and pinned against trees.

The smokejumpers aren’t dropped into the danger zone with any water to fight the blaze, which is good because Sydney doesn’t want to douse what she has with Maddox. The sexy firefighter is everything she could want in a lover, and his link to her past makes her feel what they have is real. Until they’re back at base and no longer feeling the heat.

Maddox may never see her as more than his friend’s widow, but Sydney believes this is more than a danger-zone fling.

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Sydney is ready to move on, selling their getaway cabin was the next step in the grieving process for her. What she didn’t expect was for the real estate agent she came up to the cabin with to desert her in the path of a wildfire.

When the call comes in Maddox’s team is on route in a couple of minutes. This fire is personal, Rob and Sydney’s cabin is in this fire’s path. Before Rob died they had all spent time there relaxing and enjoying the company.

What Maddox didn’t expect was to find Sydney in the cabin, with no transportation out. After telling her to stay put he joins the others in fighting the fire.

This is a favorite scene.

She stopped and pressed her nose to the window, trying to see anybody out there. But the smoke was too thick and the sound of their saws was moving farther away. She jumped at the sound of every tree falling. She and Rob had cut plenty to keep their cabin protected from just such an occurrence, and they’d been attached to the trees left on their property.

She swallowed hard. “I can’t stay in here any longer,” she murmured to herself, fogging the glass.

Then she whirled away and whipped open the front door. Smoke poured in. She coughed and breathed more shallowly as she stepped onto the porch.

Looking around, she got her bearings. She was safe— the flames seemed to be held away from the cabin. The drone of saws that would have been in the special cargo drop shipment sounded on the west edge of the property.

She closed the door and took off for the sound.

With each step she took, her heart raced faster. She hadn’t felt this adrenaline rush since her last day on the job. A house fire with two victims trapped. She and her team had blasted in, found the people, and gotten them out without incident. They’d all been on a high after that, celebrating back at the station.

Later that night she’d gotten the news about Rob.

She strode faster, determined to not sit this out alone. She needed to be helping— needed to be in the thick of it with people she cared about.

And judging by the expression on Maddox’s face, people who cared about her too.

She spotted him first, hunched over a limb, busy cutting it off so he could shift it into the fire and not let it catch in the yard.

The hot wind whipped at her hair, and she wished she’d tied it back this morning. She swiped it off her face and approached Maddox slowly. Waiting for him to see her.

God, he was beautiful, silhouetted against the fog of smoke, his gear bulking him up, but she knew he was a big guy anyway. Broad shoulders, thick arms. His dark hair and eyes had caught the attention of plenty of girls, and she’d met several. Was he seeing any of them now?

It had been three years. He could be married with kids by now. She’d let herself get so out of touch.

She reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder.

He jerked and straightened, cutting the saw at the same time. The screen on his mask let her see his eyes, which widened in shock— and then narrowed in anger.

He knocked his helmet back and glared at her. “I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m going nuts. I need to help.”

“You don’t have any gear. Dammit, Sydney. I’m trying to keep you safe here.”

“There’s always extra gear in the drop shipment. Don’t you have anything on you?”

“No, Blaze and Lincoln carried a bunch in. I left before they opened the crate.”

That had her mind rushing forward. He’d set off to battle the fire before he was totally equipped?

“Why would you do that?” She had to raise her voice above the noise of thousands of acres of woods being consumed by flames and the buzz of saws.

“Because I made the mistake of stopping to think, and I had to get to the cabin.”

They stared at each other for a long second, and then he issued a low growling noise.

“Fine. Take this.” He handed her his helmet, and she shook her head. He thrust it into her hands. “Do it or go back inside, Syd.”
Petrova, Em. Fighting the Flames (Where There’s Smoke Book 2) (Kindle Locations 188-214). Hartwood Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Sydney gets some real tough on the job training as she works with the smokejumpers to kill this fire. But there’s more heating up than the fire. Maddox has decided she’s his, sort of and the sparks really fly.

Lots of hold your breath moments with lots of sizzling sex and of course there is some grumbling from Maddox when Sydney decides that she will become one of the team.

I look forward to the next book in this series.

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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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Happy New Year 2017!


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As we enter this New Year, I want to thank all the Authors, Publishers and Publicity Groups that have contributed to my blog in 2016. Not only in ARCs but also in recommendations of new authors.

I look forward to reading and reviewing many new books this year. Some by new authors and others by authors I have come to love.

Each new book I read is a journey to a new adventure, a new love and new experiences for the heroes and heroines.

Thank You All For Your Love and Support!
Much Love,
Carol LaGatta