Series: The 79th Cooper Mountain Rodeo #1
Publisher: Tule Publishing
All Cassidy Jane Cooper wants is to fulfill her dream to compete in pro rodeo. CJ knows she’s going to have to work harder and smarter than everyone else to prove herself in the traditionally all-male saddle bronc competition. That means she shouldn’t look twice at handsome, charming cowboy, Jesse Carmody. She needs to focus on the competition, not one of her competitors. If only he wasn’t so damn hot…
Jesse Carmody thinks he’s seen it all–until CJ’s arrival throws him for a loop. She’s tough, sexy, and challenging. Jesse quickly realizes he wants to know a whole lot more about this intriguing woman. When CJ faces ugly opposition from others on the circuit, Jesse is there to offer a friendly hand–and more, if she wants it.
Between her trials in the arena and fighting to get the other riders to respect her, CJ knows getting involved with Jesse is the last thing she should do. But she can’t seem to keep away. Which leaves her with a choice–the man of her heart, or the career of her dreams? Or can she have them both?
For a moment there was nothing but silence as they both absorbed the shock.
“Must be the fuse,” CJ said, and he almost smiled at the matter-of-fact acceptance in her tone.
Did anything faze this woman?
“Yeah, Casey mentioned they’d been having problems with the electrics. Should be some fuses in one of the top cupboards,” he said.
He took a step forward—and found himself hard up against a warm, firm body as CJ evidently did the same thing. His hands came up instinctively to steady her, one landing on the flare of her hip, the other on her waist.
They both went very still. Beneath his hands, she felt warm and strong. He breathed in the smell of fresh soap and clean hair and felt himself harden into full, painful arousal. The need to kiss her, touch her, taste her was almost undeniable—but if anything was going to happen between them, it had to be CJ’s call. She was his guest, she’d had a shitty day, and she had good reasons for keeping her distance. He wasn’t going to add himself to her list of problems.
Not unless she wanted him to.
The moment seemed to stretch and stretch. He felt her inhale, felt the muscles of her torso move subtly beneath his hands. He was so hard it physically hurt, but there was a weird kind of pleasure in the pain and it hit him that he hadn’t wanted anyone this badly for years. The realization made his hands curl into her flesh, but somehow he managed to limit himself to the small gesture and cling to his self-control.
A shudder rippled through her, as though she’d just won or lost a fiercely fought battle within herself.
“Fuck it,” she said, and then she kissed him.
“… confident and clever, funny and touching, and wonderfully done.” – USA Today
“Sarah Mayberry plays readers’ emotions like a maestro conductor, showcasing her character’s strength, determination and grit…” – Heroes and Heartbreakers