When I submitted Consent to the Cowboy, the original title I picked was “No Ordinary Cowboy”. Angela informed me right off the bat that Carina was asking for a title change. Of course, I agreed. In the grand scheme of things…it is only a title, right? From what I understand, Carina believed that my first choice for a title was too sweet sounding and since this is an erotic book they wanted the title to resemble the book. I completely agreed, and I’ll be the first to admit that I absolutely love the title Consent to the Cowboy.
Let me share a a little excerpt with you. I think this will show you that my hero is no ordinary cowboy, and it’ll take some fast talkin’ to convince my heroine to consent to the cowboy.
“Hey, Billy.” He stepped forward and stopped the other man’s exit. “What’s the story behind the woman serving drinks?”
Billy turned toward the back, smiled and faced Will again. “Oh, that’s Daphne Norris. She’s one of the serving girls at Chum’s downtown. The other one beside her is Ana.”
“Does Daphne have a brand on her?” Will studied the woman, but his full attention was on Billy’s answer.
Billy laughed. “Hell no, men have tried, but that’s one filly that don’t lower herself to any ol’ country boy. Rumor has it her daddy was a two-timing dawg bent on the bottle and she don’t want to saddle herself with the same. He left her all alone to take care of her dying mother.”
Will nodded. “Thanks.” Jesus. The woman had gone through hell and back. A son of a bitch for a father, and losing her mother on top of it. He swallowed. No wonder she kept everyone at arm’s length. Who could blame her?
His gaze traveled back to the woman. Long auburn hair swung freely around her shoulders and halfway down her back. Her skin was so pale and perfect it begged his fingers to roam over her entire body to find out if it really was as smooth and soft as it appeared.
She held her head at a regal angle, belying the clothes that outed her for a belt-buckle bunny. No, something about her overrode the persona she wanted others to see. She wasn’t someone who settled on serving beer for a living. Damn, the girl deserved some pampering.
With her back toward him, he lowered his study to the red flashy boots on her feet. Her solid thighs seemed to go on forever before reaching the hem of her short denim skirt. He’d bet the jackpot she didn’t wear any panties and enjoyed the way it cooled her off in the warm summer weather.
Will finished his drink. Not one to overindulge, he decided the night asked for one more beer before he called it quits. He waited for a break in the line at the keg, wanting to have Daphne’s attention all to himself, and then worked his way to the back. He’d need to play this right. One wrong move and he had a feeling the woman would run from him.
A feral kitten. That’s what she reminded him of, a scared but brave little kitten who waited for just the right person to trust. If I can get her to come home with me, I’ll show her how much she deserves to find happiness.
“Beer or wine?” Daphne finished wiping the table, looked up and smiled. “Hey, it’s the bronc champ of the night. Congratulations again.”
He nodded. “Thanks, and I’ll have a beer too.”
She turned her back, stuck a cup under the tap at an angle and slowly filled the cup with beer. His gaze lowered to her backside. Her hip-to-waist ratio leaned toward a perfect curve for a man to grab on and go for a different kind of ride.
“Here you go.” She held the beer out. “Three-fifty a cup.”
He placed money into the palm of her hand, closed her fingers and leaned over to kiss the inside of her wrist. Even through the malty smell of beer, the sweet scent of woman tickled his nose.
“Thanks for the beer and the hand up earlier.” He picked up his cup, tilted his hat and walked away.
By the time he walked across the tented area, he’d drained the cup and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Outside, his body relaxed and the muscles that ached earlier from the competition no longer killed with each step.
His plan was working perfectly, and soon Daphne would run out of the tent straight into his life. He licked his lips. Five, four, three, two, one…
“Stop right there, mister!”
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