Claiming His Cowgirl
Her sanctuary…Lauren Kensington found refuge at Crawley Creek as a foster child. She was not looking for love but she found it just in time to get her heart broken. She’s spent nearly two decades creating a successful life for herself far from the wilds of North Dakota, but a family wedding draws her back. When she crosses paths with her long lost love, feelings that burned out are reignited.
His redemption…Vincent Rhone has walked a tough path, but he’s overcome his obstacles to become a better man. His only regret is pushing Lauren out of his life in an effort to protect her from his wild nature. How will she react when he tells her his deepest desire is to hold her again?
Their second chance…Forced to lean on each other when nature strikes, these two heartbroken lovers will confront their past. Will they cause each other more heartache, or will this cowboy finally be able to claim his cowgirl?
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Reviews
“Oh, damn, I love a second chance romance. Even twenty years later, Vin and Lauren are still connected—first love has a tendency to do that. And, jeez, the tension between these two is palpable. But when they are together—holy hotness factor. You can’t help but hope they put the past behind them and get back together—they smolder… I can’t wait to read Hawke’s story next!”- Missy, Give Me Books Blog
“I love Lauren’s toughness. She is strong, she had to be growing up the way she did. Men are so macho they always think they are saving the person they love by letting them go. But they always find out that they hurt them far worse, by letting them go. But that love is always deep and always true.” – SiK Reviews
Excerpt
Vin studied her for a moment, growing more aware of her slight weight on his lap and her intoxicating fragrance. “I thought about you, too, Lauren. Every single damn day for eighteen years I’ve thought of you.”
She started to pull away shaking her head. “Vin don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t tell you the truth?” He held her firmly in place and pressed his nose into her hair. “I can’t do that, baby. I lied to you all those years ago when I told you I wanted you to leave. I said terrible things that I didn’t mean, and it’s the only thing in my life I truly regret.”
“We were kids. It was puppy love, that’s all.”
His temper flaring, he gripped her chin firmly and turned her to face him. “Don’t do that. Don’t brush it off like it wasn’t important. That moment changed the course of both of our lives. If I hadn’t been such a dumbass, maybe we’d have—”
“What, Vinnie? Grown old together? Had a pack of kids? Bought our own place? Face it, we were two very different people who were thrown together in a no-win situation. We clung to each other because there was no one else.”
“That’s not true,” he protested. “There were others willing to be there, but in my eyes, there was never anyone but you. From the first time you came to Crawley Creek sporting a black eye and bruises up and down your skinny legs, I loved you.”
Her lips parted slightly just before he kissed her, and he took full advantage of the surprise factor. A part of him was afraid she’d push him away, but when she didn’t, he deepened the embrace. It only took a momentary separation of their mouths for him to reseat her on his lap, straddling him this time, and they both groaned with pleasure at the new position. Even through all of their layers, the heat they put off was intense.
Teasing her tongue until she was kissing him back just as fiercely, he massaged her plump ass with his hands, grinding her against his rigid cock. The friction made his mind foggy and his balls ache. Her fingernails scraped over his scalp as she gripped his head and kissed him back. The feeling of rightness swamped him, and when he broke away from her lips to see her dark eyes peering back from under heavy lids, he grinned.
“I know how we can fill the time while we wait for the storm to end.”
She smiled seductively and rocked her hips. “This is a bad idea.”
“Sometimes it’s good to be bad.” He reached for the zipper on her coat, drawing it down to expose her Louisiana State University hoodie underneath. “I never thought of the LSU Tigers as sexy until now.”
“Stop talking and kiss me again.” Her voice sounded breathy. Obliging her, his hands continued to strip her layers away until he was forced to pull back so that he could get her undershirt off. Her bra had a front closure, and he reached for it with shaking hands. Her eyes lowered to watch as he bared her breasts to his view for the first time in almost two decades. Gone were the perky mounds that seemed to reach for him, and in their place, were two much larger, more womanly rounds of flesh. The nipples had grown to resemble plump raspberries that made his mouth water for a taste, and he let his gaze run down her figure.
“Damn, you were beautiful before, but you’re mesmerizing now,” he said, trying to keep his composure and not come in his jeans like a teenager.
“I don’t need pretty words—”
Glaring up at her, he cut her off. “You might not need them, but you deserve them, Lauren. You’re absolutely perfect in my eyes.”
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