Cowboys
Never Fold
By Lexi Post
Who doesn't love a yummy cowboy. The Divas do...
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Blurb:
COWBOYS NEVER FOLD – Award-Winning Author Lexi Post – When a
cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort, he discovers that to win
the heart of the sexy owner he will have to go all-in, but that could mean
baring more than his soul.
Excerpt
#1
Wade took the plate from her and brought it to the
sink. “I’ll just wash these up for Selma and head to bed.”
Kendra was off the stool and grabbing the sprayer
before he could reach it. “No. You made the meal for me. I can clean up. You’ve
probably had a long day. When did you get up?”
He shrugged. “Probably around five. I didn’t really
pay attention.”
“Exactly. I’ll stay and clean up. Go get a good
night’s sleep. You have a lot of ordering to do tomorrow based on your lists.”
His eyes widened. “You really approve of everything?”
She put her other hand on her hip. “Listen. I don’t
know anything about horses. All I know is what nudists like based on research.
I’ll come up with something for the nude riding, but I need an expert to set up
my stables and trails. You’re that expert. I’m not going to get in the way of
that.”
He smiled, his eyes almost twinkling in his
excitement. “Well then, boss. I definitely need to be doing the dishes for
you.”
He reached for
the sprayer and without thinking, she pulled it out and sprayed him.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She stared
as the shirt conformed to Wade’s body, the contours of his chest coming out in
full relief. Turning away from the titillating sight, she grabbed a couple hand
towels hanging next to the sink. She just didn’t want him to do the dishes. Now
he would think she was the worst boss in the state.
Turning back to help him dry off, she froze. Wade had
taken off his shirt, revealing his moist chest and arms. The man’s pectorals
were what she called mountain muscles and the wet hair that formed a line
straight down the middle of his rippled abdominals disappeared beneath blue
jeans being held up by a big-buckled belt. She tried to look at his face but
was drawn to his large biceps, which had been hidden by the shirt. She followed
those to his shoulders where more muscle explained why he appeared so broad. He
was. The man was walking muscle.
“Are those for me?”
His voice snapped her out of her drool-like state, and
she looked him in the eye. The man’s lips formed a slow smirk.
“Yes. Here.” She gave him the towels and he pushed one
back at her.
“Can you dry my back? That water sprayer is strong.”
“Right, of course.” She was bumbling like an idiot,
but what woman wouldn’t be. Damn, the man was built. He made her feel petite
despite being taller than average. He had to be well over six feet. Stepping
behind him, she was treated to another tantalizing view. As he wiped at his
chest and arms, the muscles in his back danced, showing the many layers he had.
She hesitated to touch him. He would be warm and so male.
“Isn’t it wet?” He rolled his shoulders. “It feels
like it.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” She forced herself to use the towel
against his skin, careful not to let her hand touch him. If it did, she
wouldn’t be able to stop. She wiped at the moisture until he was dry, then took
a deep breath and stepped around him, tossing the towel on the sink. “I’m
sorry. I was just trying to keep you from washing the dishes.”
“No harm. I’ve been wet before.” His smile appeared
again, and she had the strongest urge to kiss it.
Switching her
weight to her right hip, she crossed her arms. “Well, I guess now you have to
let me do the dishes.” She meant to sound flippant, but didn’t carry it off
well.
He held out his towel. “Yup. Definitely got your
way…this time.”
She uncrossed her arms to take the towel and crushed
it against her chest. “Have a good night.”
He shrugged his large shoulders, causing her insides
to tighten. Why did she have to be so susceptible to broad shoulders, and why
did he have to have the most muscular ones she’d ever seen?
“It all depends on the bed.” He winked and brushed
past her. Their arms touched for a second, his clean male scent, which was
stronger now without his shirt, washed over her and almost buckled her knees.
She couldn’t resist and turned to watch him walk away,
his back teasing her with its muscle play until the batwing doors swung closed
behind him.
She pulled the
damp towel up to her face and inhaled. God, the man smelled good. Damn. Built,
well mannered, organized, knowledgeable and with a dark tan above his waist
that made her want to crawl down his pants to see how far it went.
She groaned.
Tan to the waist meant he was outside without a shirt more often than not.
“Hell.” She was definitely screwed…or rather wanted to be. Could she ask Dale
for another replacement stable manager?
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Bio:
Lexi Post is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She spent years in
higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she
loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to the
20th century American epic
The Grapes of
Wrath, from
War and Peace to the
Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and
taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first
loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found
she loved it. Lexi believes there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can
find in great literature for her sexy love stories. Her books are known as
"erotic romance with a whole lot of story." In 2014 she won both the
Aspen Gold Readers Choice Award and the Passionate Plume Award.
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in
Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and
you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).
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