"You ever play 'dare' with a cowboy before, sweetheart?"When it comes to the Calgary Stampede, Brooke Hamilton has one piece of advice...stay away from cowboys!Too bad she can't follow it herself. You'd think it'd be easy, considering how badly she's been burned. But the minute she meets Cooper Hays, saddle bronc rider and rodeo hotshot, her reckless heart falls hard and fast. Brooke knows it's all a game to Cooper. Everything's a game to him. Risking his life on the back of a wild animal. Winning impossible dares. Whisking her off on the best dates ever. The man knows exactly how to shock and surprise her, taking her places she's never been before and making her feel things she's never felt before. But Brooke's counting down the days to the end of Stampede--to the moment when Cooper gets what he wants and walks out of her life. Proving to her, once again, her reckless heart should not be trusted.Look for other titles in this series:HOT FOR COWBOY by Steena HolmesCRAZY FOR COWBOY by Roxy BoroughsComing Soon:BURN FOR COWBOY by Jenna HowardGAY FOR COWBOY by Jade BuchananWILD FOR COWBOY by Kymber MorganFrom the AuthorIf you're looking for a RED HOT cowboy read, try HOW TO BREAK A COWBOY by Daire St. Denis.Warning: It's an erotic tale with explicit language and content including male/male/female lovin' - western style. Hold onto your hat, because it's going to be a wild ride! From the Inside FlapEXCERPT:The next night I look for Cooper at the bar, but he's not there. I hate that I'm looking. I hate that I can't stop myself. All night long I search for a black cowboy hat. For dark eyes following me. It's driving me crazy and when he doesn't show and I'm crushed, I recognize that I'm already sliding down a slippery slope where he's concerned.That's why when he shows up the following night it throws me for such a loop that I give him the cold shoulder. Worse than the way my heart spins a pirouette in my chest at the moment I see him, is the fact that he sits at the bar, drinking his whiskey-free drinks, talking to Denny all night long...about me"Brooke's looking mighty fine in those Daisy Duke's," Denny says, making sure I can hear him."Yep," Cooper agrees, "but, I prefer the short, short jean skirt from the other night."I ignore them and fill my latest order without making eye contact. But I can't control the way my pulse zings through my veins and my heart pounds in time to the loud music. When I look up, Denny is making eyes at me. I love Denny. Well, maybe not so much right now but...if he weren't gay, I'd be all over him. Actually, I have been all over him. Just kissing and touching--his abs mostly. He's got a six pack to die for. He's my release for when I'm feeling particularly horny and in danger of doing something heinous like jumping a patron--like now. It's amazing what a little ab action and the occasional kiss can do to cure of girl of bad man choices. Denny doesn't mind being used as a sex toy. He likes it.The horn dog."She's a great kisser," Denny pipes up. "Definitely in my top ten list.""Denny!" I spin around and make as if to kick him with the pointy toe of my cowboy boot."Hell, she's number one for me," Cooper says.Denny slaps the bar. "You two made out?""Haven't been able to stop thinking about it."Boom. I'm wet. Just like that.I march off with my drink order only half-filled. I can't stand around listening to them a second longer or I'll definitely be in danger of repeating something I'm trying hard to forget. Not that I can forget. That kiss has been playing on repeat in my brain for the last two days.Next time I return, Cooper's gone. The weird feeling that washes over me is not relief, like it should be. Denny's busy making cocktails and filling pints, but I get his attention by shouting, "So the cowboy finally left, huh?""Nah, just went to the men's room."Now the relief comes. Not good. I hurry around the edge of the bar right up to Denny."What do you want?""Lift your shirt. Show me your abs, quick."Denny gets a funny little smirk on his face. "I knew it. You're soaking wet for him, aren't you?""No."He playfully lifts a corner of his tight t-shirt and does this little hip twist like he's a stripper or something."Hurry up."He pulls up his shirt for me showing off his awesome six pack. It's not just that he's ripped. He's hairless and smooth and beautiful. I run my hands over his warm skin to the hoots and hollers of the nearest patrons."You are so weird," he says. But he loves it. As long as someone's admiring him, he's happy as a cat with a bowl of cream."I think I need a kiss too," I say, a little out of breath.Denny wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me close, gyrating his hips against mine. He takes my right hand and kisses the back of my knuckles. "You wanna kiss someone?" His mouth is close to my ear as if whispering something naughty. "Kiss the cowboy.""I can't.""This one's different.""That's what they all say."Before I've had my fill of hard male body pressed up against mine, Denny steps out of my embrace and turns to the people hanging around the bar. "Okay, show's over."That's when I notice Cooper. His hat's pulled down low but I can still see the glow from his irises. When I pass him, he says just loud enough for me to hear, "If that was meant to deter me, Miss Hamilton, it didn't work."
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