Cowboy Karma
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Published by: Laura Drake
Release Date: July 8, 2017
Pages: 97
Novella
Synopsis
Karma is a good judge of character, and you my friend, are screwed.
When Stead James, a full-of-himself bull rider, drew a bull named Dirt Nap in the finals, he hadn’t seen it as an omen. But when he wakes from a skull fracture two days later, he knows he needs to change. He studies a book on Zen, dubs his final year his, ‘apology tour’, and attempts to make amends. It isn’t going well, even before he meets Harper Taylor’s father. She has the temper to go with her red hair, but to Stead, she looks like an angel. He blurts an apology for taking her virginity, and again wakes in the dirt, thanks to her daddy’s fist. Turns out, he was ignorant of the one-night-stand; he was angry because Stead forgot a bull riding he was supposed to put on to benefit the Apache reservation outside El Paso.
Amends are a long and bumpy road—but if Stead really has changed, there could be an angel waiting at the end.
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Praise
"I'm trying to write this through tears. Happy tears. Laura Drake brings it home again. Love the adoption angle, too. On my way to go see what else is available from this talented author."
-Amazon Review
Excerpt
Her kiss was different than others’. Or maybe the new guy changed his old perception. Either way, he didn’t care because this was better. Kissing had always been a means to an end. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was always in a rush to get to the next thing. And the next.
This kiss was an end in itself. He wanted to linger, to savor the different textures: the different feel of her lips, her teeth, her tongue. It never occurred to him how much you could share in a kiss; it was an unspoken conversation, an exchange. He lightened the kiss and moved to the baby-soft skin of her cheek and on to the sensitive shell of her ear. When he sucked the lobe, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
He kissed his way down to her neck, and she let her head fall back, opening to him. Him—the guy who’d left without a backward glance last year. Worse yet, without a backward thought.
It would be different, this time.