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Mia Zabrinski's lost enough-- her marriage. Her job. Her body image. Mia is ready to rebuild her life in her hometown of Marietta,Montana, and she's damned if she'll let some stranger camp on her land and claim squatter's rights.
Ryker Bensen doesn't have much-- and that suits him fine. Less than a year ago, he had everything: a beautiful girlfriend, a baby on the way, a career that earned him fame and a very comfortable living...until he didn't. When beautiful Mia shows up and orders him off what she says is her land, Ryker realizes she might be the spark he needed to jumpstart his interest in living again.
The Big Sky Mavericks series
Book 1: Montana Cowgirl
Book 2: Montana Cowboy
Book 3: Montana Darling
Excerpt:
They
waddled quite gracelessly through the wet yard to the patio, which
provided enough protection for Ryker to shake out the umbrella and stash
it in a dry corner. He pulled
a key from his pocket. "Side door," he said, drawing her with him. "The
slider is very sticky."
Mia had been to
Bailey's workshop several times, but never at night. They kicked off
their shoes and boots on a wide woven mat. "My socks are wet."
"Mine, too. We can dry them on the register in my room."
His hand was warm and comforting. "Want some tea or cocoa? Won't be as good as Sage Carrigan's."
She squeezed his fingers. "Nothing right now."
Was that signal clear
enough? She wanted something that had nothing to do with food. She
wanted him, God help her. She even brought along a couple of the condoms
she bought
in Bozeman the last time she was there. Not for fear of pregnancy, but
because she hadn't taken him up on his offer of a doctor's report.
Her lack of female
plumbing was another reason why this fling with Ryker could never go any
further than a little temporary fun. He wasn't even thirty. He'd want
children at
some point. He deserved a family of his own. She wasn't the right woman
for him...long-term, but for tonight? She wasn't a sex fiend, but she
felt fairly confident they'd both enjoy what was about to happen.
"What's it like living in a jewelry store?" she asked as they passed the new showroom.
He shrugged. "Ask me in
a week. When I was doing school pictures, I left in the morning before
the ladies got here and they were gone by the time I got back." He
paused, his
smile a bit mischievous. "But they're really nice. They think I'm too
thin so they leave plates of goodies for me. One of the ladies--I don't
know which--makes the best brownies on the planet. Do you want one?"
She did. "I cut sugar out of my diet because somebody told me or I read somewhere that sugar feeds cancer cells."
He pulled her close. "But you got rid of the cancer cells."
"I did, didn't I?" What
was her excuse for cutting pleasure from her diet? As a punishment for
getting sick in the first place? "Okay. Give me a brownie."
His smile triggered
something silly, bright and magical inside her. She applauded when he
danced like some crazy hipster down the hallway to the kitchen. He was a
young Tom
Cruise in white socks and blue jeans, with a mop of curls and laughing
eyes.
He returned a second
later in serious waiter mode--a yellow plate resting on his uplifted
hand. "Madam," he said with a phony French accent. "If you weel follow
me. Your table..or
should I say...bed...is waiting."
Bed. The b-word. God, I'm really going to do this, aren't I?
His bow was her answer. Tonight was about having fun.
Exactly what he made her want to feel again. Ryker Bensen was the right man to remind her she was still alive.
Thanks for the post, Amy.
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