Genre: Adult Fiction (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: February 20, 2018
Publisher: HQN Books
Olivia Logan has a plan: win back her ex by making him see what he’s missing. But first she needs to find a man who’s willing to play along. With his laid-back cowboy charm and knack for getting under her skin, Luke Hollister is an unlikely hero—but he wants her help convincing her father to sell him land, which means he needs her as much as she needs him.
Luke likes his life—and his women—uncomplicated. So why does good girl Olivia heat his blood like no one else? She’s always been off-limits, but the more time they spend as Gold Valley’s hottest new “couple,” the more real it’s starting to feel. Luke was supposed to help her win back another man…not keep her in his arms. But now that he has her there, he’s not sure he’ll ever let go.
Smooth-Talking Cowboy is the first book in the Gold Valley series by Maisey Yates. Olivia and Luke are quite the unlikely pairing. They've known each other a long time, but they are complete opposites. Luke is the town player, and Olivia is the town golden child. They don't particularly like each other either, but once they start spending time with each other, the sparks start to fly... even though they're both in denial about it. It's just a fling! This was a fun story, and Luke was far more complex than I thought he would be. I enjoyed both characters, and they're story was cute and steamy.
Oh well. She needed rescuing. Even if it was by Luke Hollister. She moved closer to the road, crossing her arms and standing there, looking pathetic. At least, she had a feeling she looked somewhat pathetic. She felt pathetic.
Luke would stop, because despite being a scoundrel, a womanizer, he had that innate sense of chivalry that cowboys tended to possess. All yes ma’am and opening doors and saving damsels from the railroad tracks.
Or the side of the road, in this case.
The truck came closer, and she registered the exact moment Luke saw her. Felt it, somehow. She took a step back, making room for him to pull off and up next to her car. His truck kept going.
She stared after him. “He didn’t stop!”
She had been incredibly peeved that Luke Hollister had been the salvation she hadn’t wanted, but she was even more peeved that he had declined his opportunity to be said salvation.
Then she saw brake lights, followed by reverse lights.
Slowly, the truck backed up, easing its way up beside her.
Luke leaned across the seat, working the crank window so that it was partway down. He had a black cowboy hat on, covering most of his dark blond hair, his green eyes glittering with humor beneath the wide brim. And then he smiled. That slow, lazy smile of his that always made her feel like he had spoken an obscenity.
“Olivia Logan, as I live and breathe. You seem to have gotten yourself in a bit of trouble.”
“I didn’t get myself into any trouble,” she said crisply. “There was a nail in the road, and I now seem to have a flat tire.” He just looked at her, maddeningly calm. “You weren’t going to stop,” she added, knowing she sounded accusing.
“I thought better of it. I’d hate it if you were eaten by wolves.”
“There are no wolves here,” she said, feeling impatient.
“They recently tracked one that came down from Washington. Just one though, so probably the worst that would happen is you’d get gnawed on, rather than eaten in your entirety.”
“Well. I’m glad you decided to help me avoid a vicious gnawing,” she said grumpily.
“I could change the tire for you,” he said.
“Do you want to pull off the road before we have this discussion?” she asked.
He looked in his rearview mirror, then glanced back at her. “There’s no one coming. It’s not exactly rush hour.”
“There is no rush hour in Gold Valley.”
But that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t be pulling up behind him on the narrow two-lane road soon enough.
He still didn’t move his truck, though.
“Luke,” she said, “I need to go to work.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? Do you have a spare tire?”
“Yes,” she said impatiently.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll drive you down to work, and then when I head back this way I’ll fix your tire.”
Luke would stop, because despite being a scoundrel, a womanizer, he had that innate sense of chivalry that cowboys tended to possess. All yes ma’am and opening doors and saving damsels from the railroad tracks.
Or the side of the road, in this case.
The truck came closer, and she registered the exact moment Luke saw her. Felt it, somehow. She took a step back, making room for him to pull off and up next to her car. His truck kept going.
She stared after him. “He didn’t stop!”
She had been incredibly peeved that Luke Hollister had been the salvation she hadn’t wanted, but she was even more peeved that he had declined his opportunity to be said salvation.
Then she saw brake lights, followed by reverse lights.
Slowly, the truck backed up, easing its way up beside her.
Luke leaned across the seat, working the crank window so that it was partway down. He had a black cowboy hat on, covering most of his dark blond hair, his green eyes glittering with humor beneath the wide brim. And then he smiled. That slow, lazy smile of his that always made her feel like he had spoken an obscenity.
“Olivia Logan, as I live and breathe. You seem to have gotten yourself in a bit of trouble.”
“I didn’t get myself into any trouble,” she said crisply. “There was a nail in the road, and I now seem to have a flat tire.” He just looked at her, maddeningly calm. “You weren’t going to stop,” she added, knowing she sounded accusing.
“I thought better of it. I’d hate it if you were eaten by wolves.”
“There are no wolves here,” she said, feeling impatient.
“They recently tracked one that came down from Washington. Just one though, so probably the worst that would happen is you’d get gnawed on, rather than eaten in your entirety.”
“Well. I’m glad you decided to help me avoid a vicious gnawing,” she said grumpily.
“I could change the tire for you,” he said.
“Do you want to pull off the road before we have this discussion?” she asked.
He looked in his rearview mirror, then glanced back at her. “There’s no one coming. It’s not exactly rush hour.”
“There is no rush hour in Gold Valley.”
But that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t be pulling up behind him on the narrow two-lane road soon enough.
He still didn’t move his truck, though.
“Luke,” she said, “I need to go to work.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? Do you have a spare tire?”
“Yes,” she said impatiently.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll drive you down to work, and then when I head back this way I’ll fix your tire.”
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USA Today Bestselling author Maisey Yates lives in rural Oregon with her three children and her husband, whose chiseled jaw and arresting features continue to make her swoon. She feels the epic trek she takes several times a day from her office to her coffee maker is a true example of her pioneer spirit.
In 2009, at the age of twenty-three Maisey sold her first book. Since then it’s been a whirlwind of sexy alpha males and happily ever afters, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Maisey divides her writing time between dark, passionate category romances set just about everywhere on earth and light sexy contemporary romances set practically in her back yard. She believes that she clearly has the best job in the world.
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