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Hard Ridin'

Series: Country Fever , Book 1.0
By: Em Petrova | Other books by Em Petrova
Published By: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: Feb 05, 2013
ISBN # 9781619213289
Word Count: 58,329
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Categories: Romance>Multiple Partners Romance>Westerns/Cowboys Romance>Erotic Romance

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One man by day, the other by night. With cowboys this hot, who needs sleep?

Country Fever, Book 1

Eight months after her lover, Holden, went off to join the Alaskan fishing fleet, Laurel gave up on him and soothed her broken heart by focusing on her dream of owning a small organic farm. Now her crop is growing—and so are her feelings for Jens, the hunky rancher who owns the land she’s tending.

Behind her affection for Jens, though she hides a secret: she still aches for Holden. If Jens knew she once loved his best friend, she fears he’ll walk out on her, too.

When Holden returns to find his girl in Jens’s arms, he’s nearly crippled with jealous rage. And with fear that she’ll run away from them both unless they figure out a solution—fast. It’s Jens who comes up with the crazy-hot idea to share her.

As their three-way dance of seduction heats up, the sexual and emotional barriers fall like dominos. But now it’s Jens who’s holding onto a secret. One that could not only destroy their tenuous bond, but leave them all without a home.

Warning: Contains two sexy cowboys who want the same woman; and, in winning her heart, they discover a steaming-hot attraction for each other.
 
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Excerpt:
Copyright © 2012 Em Petrova
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Jens Anderson hooked Laurel around the waist and tugged her close as the twangy two-step faded away. The low drawl of a slow song drifted from the speakers flanking the dance floor.

As Laurel came up against the wall of muscle that made up Jens’s body, a sigh escaped her. He splayed a hand over her lower back and crushed her hips to his. The action sent a dark thrill through her belly, and lower, between her thighs.

Jens skimmed the crest of her buttocks with his fingers. “I love you in this skirt, Laurel. When are you gonna let me peel it off you?”

His baritone rumbled against her ear and raised every hair on her body. Was this the night she let the rough-and-tumble country boy make it past second base? Being stretched out beneath him, gaining and delivering pleasure, seemed the best way to spend a weekend. Better than being alone, scouring seed catalogs for the best deals.

She fiddled with a strand of hair clinging to the perspiration on her temple. For two months, she’d been asking herself if he was the one—if she could let him past the barricade she’d erected around her heart.

When she didn’t answer him, Jens continued to twirl her around the dance floor, easily navigating between other swaying bodies. He was one hell of a dancer, and he was also used to her ignoring his advances. Countless times he’d asked her to spend the night with him, but even after two months of dating, she wasn’t ready.

It wasn’t because the man was lacking in any way. Oh no. At six foot tall, with shoulders made bulky from wrangling livestock and farm equipment, he was wanted by every girl in the small town of Reedy.

But that was just his body. His eyes were the true allure. Sapphire and twinkling with life, he’d hooked Laurel from the moment he’d pierced her with that gaze.

He nudged her away from him, twirled her and reeled her back in. Their hips bumped and his erection pressed against her aching flesh.

“Jens…”

He gave a huff of laughter. “You caught me. I can’t help it. I’m wild about you, darlin’.”

For a moment, she lost herself in his bright gaze. His cowboy hat was tugged low over his brow, but the depths of his baby blues glittered with desire. Laurel’s nipples hardened, and the knot in her core tightened. Why was she dragging her heels with Jens? He was everything a woman could want—sexy, a hard worker, a great dancer, and he even grilled a mean steak.

The music pitched lower and the singer crooned love words. Jens looked deep into Laurel’s eyes. Cupping her face in one big palm, he leaned in slowly. His scent dizzied her—mint and a hint of the beer he’d drank, as well as cologne. Washed cotton shirt and leather boots. One hundred percent man.

Laurel and Jens rocked back and forth, with him singing in a low voice that sent white-hot electricity through her heated limbs.

In that minute, the warm cocoon of his arms was the only place she wanted to be.

He dropped his full lips to hers and she couldn’t suppress a shudder of want. Jens squeezed her to him, drawing her onto tiptoe and somehow still undulating to the beat. He pressed on her lips with his tongue, and she opened to him.

Sensation was a punch to her system as he slipped his tongue over hers. The bodies around them disappeared, the clank of beer bottles and the hum of voices vanished.

“What the—? Laurel?”

She jerked at the sound of that familiar voice—the only other voice to ever send her spinning out of control. Jens released her, and they turned as one to face the reason she continued to hold Jens at arm’s length—the reason she wasn’t ready to take their relationship to the next level.

Holden McAlister.



Holden’s heart dropped to his stomach and kept on sinking, straight to his work boots. Pain blinded him as he set eyes on Laurel’s curvaceous body in the arms of…his best friend.

Clenching his hands into fists, he fought to keep from punching Jens in the goddamn mouth. Then again—

He cocked back his fist and slammed it right into Jens’s perfect white teeth.

Laurel broke away from Jens’s hold, stumbling back with a cry. Out of the corner of his eye, Holden saw her plaster her hands to her lips, her eyes wide with shock above her fingertips.

“Owww, you son of a bitch!” Jens roared. “You knocked my teeth loose!”

Holden shook all over, rage and hurt rippling through his body like thunder chasing lightning. Grinding his teeth, he glared at Jens—the guy he’d been friends with for ten years, as well as shared part ownership of the Rope Burn Ranch. They had a damn mortgage together.

Now it appeared they also shared a girlfriend.

Spinning toward Laurel, Holden stared at her—five-foot-three inches, skin-tight skirt, a tiny T-shirt and cowgirl boots. Her curves called to him, and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from throwing her over his shoulder and taking her home with him.

Betrayal burned.

Hard Ridin'

By: Em Petrova
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