Thursday, June 18, 2015

Montana Cowboy by Debra Salonen - FREEBIE!


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Austen Zabrinski looks the part --
He's got the ranch, the boots, the hat and even a few head of cattle, but everybody in Marietta, Montana, knows the former golden boy of Marietta High is a wealthy politician, not a cowboy. And even though that nasty scandal in Helena might have knocked him down a notch or two in the polls, what kind of a fool would trade access to the halls of power in Helena and a Harvard law degree for a ranch in western Montana? Possibly one whose new neighbor, Serena James--the woman the guys at Grey's Saloon call "...the Red Hot Llama Mama"--makes him start to think about what he wants out of life, instead of what's expected of him.

Serena James knows trouble when it hops her fence--
Moving to Montana and deleting her blog seemed like the perfect solution to her online stalker problem. Serena’s ready for a fresh start, but when her escrow on her ranch falls through, she has to scramble to find an immediate but temporary safe haven to rent for her herd of 50 alpacas, two llamas and one giant dog. Serena’s barely moved in when Austen Zabrinski--the man her landlord called "my absentee ranch owner brother who lives and works in Helena"--hops the fence in need of a lift. Even at first glance, Serena can tell he's nobody cowboy, but who's to say that isn't a good thing? A little tryst with her gorgeous, sexy, here-today-gone-to-Helena-tomorrow neighbor might be the perfect welcome to Montana.

The Big Sky Mavericks series
Book 1: Montana Cowgirl
Book 2: Montana Cowboy
Book 3: Montana Darling
Book 4: Montana Maverick
Book 5: Her Forever Gift - Free!

Meet Serena James, heroine of MONTANA COWBOY. She's not like any other heroine I've written. She's wise and grounded and not the least bit hesitant about speaking her mind--or speaking up when she wants something. Turns out, she wants her conflicted, sexy-as-hell, cowboy-at-the-core neighbor, Austen Zabrinski. ~ Deb Salonen

Serena knew good help was nearly as difficult to find as a good lover. Two serious boyfriends and a handful of really bad dates in thirty-five years on this planet did not make her an expert--especially considering both relationships ended with a bored, slightly relieved sigh rather than any true angst. She'd been called a genius--okay, by her mother--when it came to matching alpaca mates, but her own future looked decidedly unromantic and barren.

Unfortunately, Serena liked sex. Coitus was fun while it lasted, but all the after-stuff got tricky--commitments, making someone else happy, blending his ways with her ways. Unpacking gobs of messy baggage that might include hideous things like stalkers and underlying abandonment issues. 

I should have been a man. She closed the gate on her breeders. Love 'em and leave 'em. I could do that.

She wondered if Austen Zabrinski was on the market. He didn't wear a wedding band. She thought she'd detected a sparkle of interest in his eyes when he looked at her. She might be inexperienced where long-term relationships were concerned but she wasn't blind. And the zing she'd felt the minute he hopped her fence hadn't dissipated the entire time they were in each other's company.

Thinking about him, naked, in her shower, made her panties damp. If she were male, she'd be a horny-as-hell man with an itch that needed scratching. Badly.

She grabbed the top rail of the fence, poised to vault over and dash across the staging area between house and barn. So what if she'd never done anything as impulsive and out of character? She lived in freaking Montana now. She was reinventing herself. Maybe the new Serena James was going to be easy.

"Yep. Crazy," she muttered, turning to grab both handles of the loaded wheelbarrow, instead.
The man was gorgeous. He undoubtedly had the best butt she'd ever seen. But she'd never initiated a seduction in her life. She'd probably show up naked in the shower and find him jacking off.
Not that she blamed him. She could picture his long, lean torso. Wet and soapy. Chest hair? Yes. Some, but not a rug. An arrow of hair from his bellybutton pointing downward? Yes. She loved those arrows.

And where the arrow hit the bull's eye...

Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes. His phallus would be magnificent. Bigger than either Patrick or Todd, her two previous lovers. Long. Thick. Unapologetic.

She licked her lips and opened her eyes.

Five alpacas were staring at her.

She wiped the bead of sweat from her upper lip using the back of her glove then pushed the wheelbarrow. "Don't mind me, girls. I'm a horny non-boy with a vivid imagination. Stupid hormones."


  1. Thanks, Amy. I'd forgotten what excerpt I sent you. It made me laugh out loud. Thanks for welcoming the slightly naughty. You rock!


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