The Last True Cowboy
Barnes & Noble
Series: Chestnut Creek Series #1, Western Romance #1
Published by: Hachette/Grand Central/Forever
Release Date: December 4, 2018
This cowboy's got one last chance to prove himself.
Carly Beauchamp has loved cowboy Austin Davis since first grade. Ask anyone in their dusty, backwater New Mexico town of Unforgiven, and they'll say "Carly and Austin" the way some say "big trucks and country boys." But after years of waiting for a wedding ring, Carly's done with being a rodeo widow . . .
Austin never meant to put his career on the circuit before Carly. She's always been his future, his one and only. But now that she's moved on, he's beginning to see where he went wrong, and he'll do anything to win her back. The only thing is, Carly's suddenly acting differently, and she's definitely hiding a secret-one that will test the depth of their love and open up a whole new world of possibilities.
Chosen as one of Amazon’s Best Romances of the month of December
“Drake takes readers on a beautifully imperfect journey with two people who can no longer have their ideal future, but learn that the real one might be even better.”
"This is a romance with grit, heart and just the right amount of sizzle."
I want him. Want the way he makes me feel like the center of the Universe. The Universe of Us. I want to be part of a whole again, not a limping shell. I want . . .
The light is blocked out, and his lips are on mine. My hands steal to the sides of his face, and I take him in; a sweet kiss that makes me want to cry.
There must be a term stronger than wanting, but it’s lost in his gentle touch. Like our first kiss, that day in the homestead house when we looked at each other and realized we were doing more than playing all those years; we were practicing.
The want pulls my brain from reason. This must be how addicts feel. My fingers slide down the stubble on his soft cheeks. I know the topography of his face better than my own. I’ll pay the penalty later. I need this. I’m taking this. Not sure I could stop now, anyway.
He slants his head, and when opens his mouth, sweet turns hot. He seems as desperate as I feel, tasting, testing, pushing. We can’t get close enough. His hands cup my butt and he lifts and turns me, so I’m standing on the running board. We’re the exact same height. I know, because we tested it out before he bought this truck. I’m squeezed between the truck body and his, yet still, it’s not enough. Wrapping my fists in his shirt, I pull him closer and melt into his mouth. Tonight’s memory going to have to last me the rest of my life.