Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Free Book!!!- The Cowboy Way on Amazon

Have you read any of the Sprawling A Ranch books? Well here is your chance to get started with the first book in the series, The Cowboy Way, available for FREE on Amazon! Scoop it up now, for the sale only goes until Friday the 9th.


An on the job accident leaves ranch owner Trey Armstrong with a dislocated shoulder and no recollection of the last few years of his life, including his marriage to the lovely Greta. His mind might not remember her but his body sure does, and despite his lack of memory, Trey finds himself eager to return to the homestead. With his ranch a success and a beautiful, understanding wife by his side, Trey comes to think he’s been living the charmed life.

But not all is as it seems. Behind shy smiles and scorching kisses, Greta is hiding secrets that could destroy their rediscovered relationship. When the illusion of his perfect marriage begins to crumble, Trey realizes he can’t live in oblivion forever and will have to remember his past in order to salvage his future.
Welcome to the Sprawling ‘A’ Ranch, where the men are as hot as the August sun.

4.5 Stars- "This is very much an emotional, character driven story. A well written story."- Jeep Diva Reviews

5 Stars- "So, although the chemistry between Greta and Trey sizzles, and I mean it’s scorching hot, it’s the miracle of healing and hope that makes this story so special."- Romancing the Book


“Tell me about our first kiss.”

“Wow.” Her brows rose. “You change gears quickly.” Her soft chuckle made his breath hitch and his fingers tightened where they had landed on her hip. He was pleased when he felt an answering shudder race through her.

He shrugged. “I’m curious about you. About us. I want to hear about something happy.”

“You think our first kiss was a happy memory?”

“It wasn’t?” How could it not have been?

Greta threw her head back and laughed long and hard. Her hair rippled down her back and her shoulders shook as he stared at her with both confusion and amusement. It was the first time he had earned a genuine smile from her and he wanted to do it again.

“Our first kiss.” She sobered and bit her lip as her gaze focused inward. This time when she laughed it was with a low and husky purr. It poured over him like syrup and pooled in his groin. “We’d been dancing, and you were trying to convince me that I was your girl. You pulled a macho move and planted one on me as I was trying to walk away. It was the funniest thing ever.”

“Why was it funny?”

“Because it was all soft and lippy and really wet. I was surprised that the great love-’em-and-leave-’em Trey Armstrong was a piss-poor kisser.” She giggled.

“That can’t be right.” He looked away in disbelief and shifted in his seat. “You must be remembering it wrong.”

“You’re questioning my memory?”

“Well, yeah.” He didn’t recall having any troubles where the ladies were concerned. She must be playing with him. “I couldn’t have been that bad. You obviously stuck with me.”

“I had to retrain you.”

Retrain him, huh? “Was I a quick study?” he smirked.
Her expression took on a dreamy quality that had him thinking of hot summer nights tangled in crisp cool sheets. “Yeah, you were.”

He leaned in close, close enough to smell the wine on her breath. It was impossible to take his eyes off her succulent lips. “Do you think I still remember how?”

Greta’s eyes widened at the unspoken request in his query. “You’d have to tell me,” she whispered.

He dipped his head ever so slowly. Watching, waiting to see if she’d pull away. Her gaze fell to his lips, making them tingle in anticipation until he pressed his mouth to hers. Remembering her “soft lips” comment, he kept his touch firm. When he felt her smile in response, he slanted his mouth over hers and coaxed her to open for him.

She gasped and melted in his embrace, her arms slipping around his neck to hold on tight. She tasted of wine and spice, and he wanted more. Her little whimpers pushed the need to claim her to the breaking point, twisting and twisting until he thought he would snap.

Hot damn. Her kiss burned him to the core. If he could, he’d crawl inside her and not leave for days. His shaft throbbed and reminded him that it had been awhile since he had engaged in any vigorous activity. Since he couldn’t remember the last time he had had a taste of her body, it felt how like he suspected he had the first time with her, hot desperate and completely out of control.

Which was why he needed to stop. Now.

The need to take her slow, then fast, then slow again was strong. But the need to have her trust was greater. She was holding back. He felt it. Any information about their relationship he’d had to coax from her like getting a newborn calf to accept a new mama. She hadn’t refused to answer his questions, but she hadn’t elaborated, either. For some reason she was hiding something, and that bothered him.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, he tore away, leaving them both struggling for breath.

Her lips were swollen and wet, her eyes dazed as she blinked up at him. “Yeah, you remembered,” she said as she exhaled.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Greta.” His throat was so raw it hurt. “I want you. Want you something fierce. From the moment I first saw you, you called to me. My head might not remember you, but my body sure does.”

Until next time, y'all!

Anna - The Super Diva

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