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Saturday, September 15, 2018

Read an #Excerpt from Wound Tight: A Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys Crossover by Lorelei James




36688267Wound Tight: A Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys® Crossover
(Rough Riders #16.75)
by Lorelei James
Kindle Edition, 125 pages
Published September 11th 2018 by Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
ASINB077PL87JM
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorelei James comes a new story in her Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys® series… 

A May-December romance hotter than the 4th of July…

Bull rider Justin Donohue spent his youth hell-bent on winning a world championship. Now retired and nearing the big 4-0, a gold belt buckle and a rusted-out pickup are all he has to show for his years on the blacktop. When Justin takes a job at the Gradsky Ranch, he immediately locks horns (and lips) with the sexy, sassy Calliope—a 22 year old cowgirl set on seducing him. Reminding her of their age difference doesn’t deter Calliope; neither does Justin’s warning that she deserves more than a busted-up former rodeo cowboy.

From the moment Calliope Morgan encounters the hot-as-fire new ranch foreman, she knows his gruff manner is an attempt to mask his attraction to her. But she’s never backed down from a challenge, especially not when Justin’s actions speak louder than his denials. Calliope doesn’t give a damn that he’s older than her or what others might think of their relationship. The uptight cowboy needs to relax and she’ll do whatever it takes to loosen him up, proving there are no age restrictions when it comes to lust…or to falling in love. 


EXCERPT:

Callie lowered her head to hide her eyes. She loved these women. They supported her in ways even her family hadn’t. Ever since the first time she’d cut her doll’s hair and pilfered her mom’s makeup, Callie had dreamed of working in a salon. It’d taken her longer to get to this point than she’d planned, but now that goal was finally within reach.
Loud clapping alerted them to the presence of Barb—aka the Barbarian—the front end manager. “Foxes. Listen up. Men’s night means we’ll be busy early, so I wanna see your asses on the bar dancing every thirty minutes. If your section is slow…you know the drill. Three-minute solo dance. Any questions?” 
No one spoke. 
Barb scrutinized each of the seven servers all dolled up…and then Callie. She lifted an eyebrow. “You’re on in ten minutes, Calamity. Get your makeup finished and your hair did and quit helping everyone else.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She twisted the ponytail holder around Vivi’s thick hair and pulled it tightly, fanning it out. “Done. Now move your ass so I can get ready.”
Vivi kissed her cheek and whispered “Thanks” as she passed by.
With no time to do pigtail braids, Callie fluffed up her honey-brown/reddish gold hair—a custom dye she’d formulated herself—with a shit ton of hairspray. She totally rocked the trailer park beauty queen style tonight. She finished her face in seven minutes with time left to dust shimmering powder on her chest, arms, and legs.
Callie remained behind the bar for the first two hours of her shift since she was a fast pour bartender and happy hour was always crazy.
During the first lull, something compelled her to glance at the entrance. 
Her heart thundered when she saw the hot new ranch hand she’d spied on at Grade A.
The man could stop a damn cattle stampede looking like that. Black hat, fitted white western shirt, jeans, boots and the commanding presence that sucked the oxygen from her lungs and probably the air from the entire bar. 
It’d been ages since she’d felt that twist of immediate lust. 
Was he a player? Would he treat every woman to that panty-melting smile? Or would he act cool and aloof? Like he knew he was all that and he could have his pick of anyone in this bar.
The guy he was with—the other new hired hand—said something and the object of her lust laughed.
Sexy smile and a deep, unselfconscious laugh?
Yes, please. She wanted to feel that laughter against her throat. As she rode him to sweaty, loud orgasmic bliss.
At least four times.
She continued to watch him as he ambled toward the bar, that sexy-as-fuck cowboy saunter speaking volumes about how well he moved.
Well, buddy, I’ve got moves of my own.
He hadn’t noticed her yet and it was high time to change that.
Callie waved to the DJ. Then she hoisted herself onto the bar and did one slow spin around the pole to the whoops and hollers of the men surrounding her as she waited for the music signaling her solo dance to start.



Blacktop Cowboys Series



About Lorelei James:

Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary erotic western romances set in the modern day Wild West and also contemporary erotic romances. Lorelei’s books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s choice Award, as well as the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family…and a whole closet full of cow girl boots.

From Lorelei: “Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I’m a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I’m not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.”



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