Friday night at the Sidewinder bar is exactly what rancher Darnelle needs. Nothing like some cold beer and hot men to make her forget her hard-working days. Then a tall, lean cowboy in a Stetson walks in and suddenly it's going to take more than frosty brews to cool her blood. Introducing himself as Tadd, the just-off-the-range wrangler makes his move. She accepts. Okay, more than accepts. Gives as good as she gets.To hell with their appreciative and half-drunk audience. To hell with possible consequences. Darnelle's going to ride her cowboy before the night's over. Of course there's a little matter of his determination to beat her to the punch, but a girl's going to have her fun. Against the bar. On top of the table. Mare and stallion.The deeds done, there's nothing left to do but go their separate ways, right? Maybe not, because sometimes a one-night stand has an unexpected twist.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Cowboy Pick-up by Vonna Harper
There's going to be hell to pay if I don't get laid tonight."
Laughing, Loria punched her friend Crissy on the shoulder. "Oh you'll get your itches scratched, no doubt about it." She slapped the warped and splintered door to the Sidewinder bar. "Same as me."
"You'd better after all the work you went to clearing the decks so you could come here, to say nothing of pouring yourself into those jeans. Are you going to be able to sit in them?"
"If things go according to plan, I won't be sitting."
"Got ya." Smiling broadly, Crissy reached for the door handle. "Let's go meet us some cowboys."
From the moment the two women pulled into the gravel parking lot clogged with pickups and stock trailers, the sound of country and western music had reached out to play with their senses. Hearing honky tonk sent energy pounding through Loria, not that she needed a reminder of how long it had been since she'd felt a man's body pressed against hers.
Eager for the night to begin, she hip bumped Crissy aside and opened the door. Guitar twangs and a deep male voice singing about hard drinking and hot women all but knocked her back on her boot heels.
"Holy shit, the place is rocking," Crissy exclaimed.
"Sure is. Looks like all the wranglers are back."
Feeling as if she was about to enter a wild animal enclosure, Loria stepped inside. Even before her eyes fully adjusted to the blood-colored beer signs shining at her from the walls, her body told her the Sidewinder was packed. The central Oregon town where she'd lived her entire life sported newer, cleaner and better maintained watering holes, but the Sidewinder was where the sprawling county's real cowboys hung out.
Which was one hundred percent why she was here.