Tag: contemporary-romance, cowboy-romance, small-town-romance

She stepped over to the model. “The little town looks so sweet in the moonlight.” And so did Lindsey. Her sexy silhouette had him riveted in place. He knew better, but his instincts urged him to go to her. Joining her next to the model, he skimmed his fingertips over her bare shoulder and down her arm. He reached her hand and languidly laced his fingers between hers. “Not nearly as sweet as you look,” he whispered close to her ear…

Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss – on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky.

Lindsey looked at him coyly “Grilling is your specialty?” She shook her head. “You really had me fooled.” He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She’d never get tired of that feeling. “Had you fooled how?” he asked. “I thought kissing was your specialty.” Carden captivated her with his sultry gave. “Grilling… Kissing…” He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. “Take your pick, darlin;,” he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer…. “Stay tuned,” he said with a rasp in his voice. “I’ve got a couple other specialties, too.

He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing. Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers – napkin and all – she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet. ‘Sinfully delicious’. No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible.

She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not sure it can get any better.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, darlin’,” he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. “I promise you it can.” He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. “And I’m a man who keeps his promises.

Two old women described as “Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun” were bound to have something curious to contribute.

He cleared his throat. “I did get carried away with you. Couldn’t help myself. And when I said it wouldn’t happen again…” He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. “I hope I lied.

Let’s start with ice cream and go from there.” “You’re gonna love it.” Holly nodded. “All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you’ve ever heard of.” Clearly she’d forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. “Like what?” “Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig….blueberry pie… marshmallow peach… salted caramel chocolate chunk…

Maybe he dates girls in Denver when he goes there for business but he never asks out girls around here. I think he’s simply there for looks.” The same could be said for Lindsey’s ex, Hopper. He had been good for looking at but not much else. “That might work for a little while,” Lindsey said, “but I prefer my men fully functional.” Holly’s gaze locked on something behind Lindsey. Her hazel eyes widened and her lips formed an ‘O’. She tipped her head forward, prompting Lindsey to turn and look … straight into the eyes of Carden Crenshaw.

Depends on whether you talk to the Montgomery sisters,” he said to Lindsey. Holly chuckled lightly. “Now, that’s a whole other old TV show mash-up right there. Hmm…I’d say ‘Charmed’ meets ‘The Golden Girls’.” “With a little ‘Bewitched’ thrown in for fun.” Carden pressed his index finger to the tip of his nose and twitched it back and forth, somehow making himself seem more irresistible.

What’s your name, big guy?” Carden asked. Blue let out something between a bark and a howl that sounded just like,” Bluuuue.” “Good boy,” Carden said, and gave Blue the dog biscuit. Blue took it in his mouth and crunched it into pieces, eating it bit by bit instead of gobbling. That’s all it took for Lindsey to fall head-over-heels for Blue. His owner wasn’t too bad either.

Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn’t want a smokin’ hot guy associating her with toilet parts?