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A Cowboy's Christmas Story
Category:
Holidays
Publisher: Destiny Blaine Productions
ISBN-10: B004GNFTYO
Type: Fiction
Copyright: December 18, 2010
A soldier may wave a white flag of surrender but a cowboy never concedes, especially at Christmastime.
Luke McGregor knows how to protect himself. He’s a hard ass but even a cowboy with a cocksure attitude understands what he’s facing when his heart speeds up and his words slow down all because of one little brown-eyed darlin’.
Marcy Killian has something about her, a way of making Luke stand up and take notice. She may scare the livin’ daylights out of him but Luke’s played around with wild notions long enough. It’s time to approach the enemy and make nice with an old friend.
Marcy is a little older and quite a bit wiser since the last time she saw Luke McGregor. She knows all about missed opportunities and since she’s not getting any younger, she’s bound and determined to capture Luke’s attention once and for all. But she may bite off a little more than she can possibly chew.
Sparks fly when Marcy and Luke end up at the same bar on Christmas Eve. They immediately realize fate has a hand in bringing them together. Will their holiday happenstance lead to more than one night of passion or will their pride and stubbornness keep them from sharing Christmas with one another?
Excerpt
A Cowboy's Christmas Story
MF Erotic Romance
Rated HOT for adults only
Luke couldn’t remember a longer drive home. Located in Carter’s Valley, his farm was only about ten miles from Interstate 181, but God help him, he could’ve driven to Knoxville and back all by his lonesome and the trip would’ve seemed shorter.
A few times, whenever Marcy shifted in her seat, he gripped the steering wheel harder. He tried to focus on the road, watching as the rain peppered down on top of his metal hood. To make matters worse, when he took the exit ramp and turned left on Carters Valley Road, a car darted out in front of them. Maneuvering so fast to swerve out of its way, he barely paid any attention when Marcy’s tiny fingers locked around his bicep.
Her hand didn’t move even after the danger passed, and the burn traveling up and down his arm alerted him all the more. The woman beside him was dangerous. She represented an end to life as he’d known it, and yet he couldn’t wait to get her home.
“You okay?” he asked, searching her eyes for just a minute before glancing down and admiring how she clung to him.
“Yes,” she whispered, holding on still tighter. “How about you?”
He chuckled. “I’m still in one piece, darlin’.” Though he wondered, by the look he saw brewing in her eyes, if she’d leave him that way after he took her to his bed.
“You live out of the way,” she commented, making small talk. “I’d forgotten how far it is out here.”
“Suits me,” he muttered. And he hoped like hell she’d love his little farm too because he had a funny feeling he might want her to stay. Might hell.
He pointed toward a new subdivision. “Have you been out here since Walnut Grove was developed?”
“No,” she replied, squinting her eyes and trying to see through the rain-drenched windshield.
He turned the wipers on high and said, “Nice little neighborhood.” Small-scale hardly described the new development. He watched her for a reaction, curious to see if she found three-hundred-thousand-dollar houses impressive.
She didn’t react. Instead, she said, “Paula told me you work a lot of horses now.”
“Yep, I’m training thoroughbreds for a Kentucky owner. Fellow had too many clients and not enough time to take care of them when his wife fell ill. God love him. He’s used up a vast fortune taking her all over the world trying to find the one doctor who can cure her of a life-claiming disease.”
“How sad,” Marcy said softly. “He must love her a lot.”
The tenderness in her typically gruff voice shocked him, and he looked over at her all at once. “He does.”
A bolt of electricity shot up his spine, and he gulped for air, nearly gagged on the sudden lack of oxygen. When her grip relaxed, he started breathing again.
Something was way off here. He responded to her as if he’d known her intimately, as if they were already inseparable. Yeah, he should’ve waved that damn flag of surrender. He should’ve draped it over his body right then and there.
The rain continued to hammer against his Chevy. He tried to maneuver the truck up his dirt road, quite muddy by then, and driving at all proved challenging since his driveway was straight up a narrow incline.
He stopped in the middle of his driveway, using the opportunity to shift into four-wheel drive as an unspoken excuse, even going out of his way to dramatically change gears. Sensing her staring at him, he turned then, draping his right arm over her shoulders.
Her tempting tongue swiped at dry lips, and then God bless her, she lowered her eyes.
“Look at me,” he demanded, watching her pale ivory skin blush with a soft rose color.
“What do you want me to see?” she whispered, raising her gaze to match his.
“Me,” he responded quickly. “I want you to see me.”
“I always see you, Luke McGregor.”
Good. That was a step in the right direction. He needed her to understand that after years of cat and mouse, they weren’t there to play games, house maybe, but not checkers and chess. He hadn’t brought her all the way out to the country to take her back into the city in the middle of the pouring rain.
He lowered his lips to hers, planning to give her a soft kiss, a prelude of sorts so she’d know what waited right up the hill. But then she had to go and shoot his plans straight to hell.
Published by Destiny Blaine Productions
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