Genre: Young Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: February 10, 2014
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Allie had big plans for the future. Falling for a cowboy wasn't part of it. 1. Get out of Black Falls Texas - aka Redneck Hell (Graduation was eight months away. After that, she was out of there.)
2. Avoid Wyatt Holcomb at all costs. (Except he was everywhere and kind of hard to ignore since he was hot-and a really nice guy.)
3. Avoid her parents. (Shouldn't be too hard to do since her father hated her and her mother pretended nothing was wrong.)
4. Stop thinking about Wyatt. (Which would be a lot easier if he wasn't so sweet... and he'd keep his shirt on.)
5. Decide what she really wants.(Instead of holding onto the past and the guilt.)
Wyatt was carrying me. I like this dream…
I’m glad I was sleeping. If I wasn’t, I’d have to wake up. He’d put me down. I’d have to get pissy with him—because that’s what I did, acted pissed. Right now, I didn’t want him to put me down. And I was way too warm and comfortable to get pissy.
The front door opened. We were going inside, up the stairs…
I burrowed in a little, to breathe against his chest. His really strong, no-give chest. God, he smells good. Really really good.
I turned, pressing my cheek against him. His heartbeat picked up…a lot. And his arms tightened, holding me more surely. Something about that, the way he was holding me, made my heart thump.
Maybe I should admit I was awake?
I heard the floorboard creak. We were almost to my room. Which was good. So why was I feeling panic?
Because he’ll put me down and leave…
My hand gripped his shirt front. I needed…wanted to hold on to him, to keep him here, protecting me, holding me. And for some new and bizarre reason, I felt sort of…frantic about it. “Allie?” His voice was soft, his breath stirring the air by my ear.
I didn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say? I’m awake but don’t put me down? You smell
really good…and you feel even better? Yeah, that wouldn’t go over very well.
Or would it? What if he was cool with it? What if he stayed? Did I want him to stay? I swallowed.
I was being lowered, slowly. I felt the muscles in his chest and arms and shoulders move against me and felt…breathless and hot and confused and… I’m so in trouble.
My bed was soft beneath my back, but before his arms slipped out from under me I opened my eyes.
I’m glad I was sleeping. If I wasn’t, I’d have to wake up. He’d put me down. I’d have to get pissy with him—because that’s what I did, acted pissed. Right now, I didn’t want him to put me down. And I was way too warm and comfortable to get pissy.
The front door opened. We were going inside, up the stairs…
I burrowed in a little, to breathe against his chest. His really strong, no-give chest. God, he smells good. Really really good.
I turned, pressing my cheek against him. His heartbeat picked up…a lot. And his arms tightened, holding me more surely. Something about that, the way he was holding me, made my heart thump.
Maybe I should admit I was awake?
I heard the floorboard creak. We were almost to my room. Which was good. So why was I feeling panic?
Because he’ll put me down and leave…
My hand gripped his shirt front. I needed…wanted to hold on to him, to keep him here, protecting me, holding me. And for some new and bizarre reason, I felt sort of…frantic about it. “Allie?” His voice was soft, his breath stirring the air by my ear.
I didn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say? I’m awake but don’t put me down? You smell
really good…and you feel even better? Yeah, that wouldn’t go over very well.
Or would it? What if he was cool with it? What if he stayed? Did I want him to stay? I swallowed.
I was being lowered, slowly. I felt the muscles in his chest and arms and shoulders move against me and felt…breathless and hot and confused and… I’m so in trouble.
My bed was soft beneath my back, but before his arms slipped out from under me I opened my eyes.
What is it about COWBOYS!! Is it the Southern Accent (if they have one, okay, so I’m generalizing, sue me)? Is it the ‘hard working man’? This iconic figure in romance …. and how do we then apply this sexiness/romance appeal to YA!
What is it about Cowboys? LOL! What’s not to love? Seriously?
The hat?
The accent?
That they’re polite?
They’re real life super-heroes.
I think the cowboy is the epitome of the manly man that knows when to be tender. He works hard, is loyal to his friends, faithful to his woman, and takes care of his family. He is the hero, the perfect man, the rough but gentle--and he knows how to wear a pair of jeans. ;)
I grew up in Texas. I can spot a real cowboy from a poser - meaning someone who wears the clothes but has no idea what cowboy means.
Writing Wyatt was easy. It was like hanging out with someone I knew well. Someone I liked and respected. The kind of guy Allie, the heroine, would be really hard pressed not to sit up and notice… In his tight jeans, of course.
When Allie finally admits that she’s … noticing Wyatt, she has to come to terms with the whole cowboys thing too. Wyatt makes it hard not to fall for him. Heck, I fell for him before I was through writing the book. :)
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