Equine veterinarian, Emily Grant, has had her share of cowboys, and they always break her heart. After vowing to give them up forever, Brandon Hollister strides into her life.
He’s a different kind of cowboy, one that works on the silver screen. But is he just playing the part when it comes to love? Or can this sexy hunk get past a case of mistaken identity to become the man to win Emily’s heart.
PRAISE FOR "CRAZY FOR COWBOY":
"From the moment I started reading CRAZY FOR COWBOY I knew I was going to love it. There are tons of great one-liners, the characters are fun and engaging, and since I'm a sucker for a strong, sexy, vulnerable hero, I was cheering all the way for the "cowboy" to win his girl! I laughed out loud as I was reading, and found myself anxiously flipping the pages to see what would happen next. Kudos to Roxy Boroughs for spinning another winning tale. Job well done!"
– Pamela Yaye, multi-published Harlequin author.
Crazy for Cowboy Excerpt
Emily followed Houston’s line of vision down to the front of her wet blouse. Her white, cotton shirt was matted to her body, revealing her skimpy bra beneath. Even from her perspective she could see the pink tips of her breasts showing through the material. She imagined he had an even better view. In fact, she could guarantee it. His ragged breath might have been in response to their recent dash, but that fiery look in his eyes came from a more primal place.
He grasped her shoulders. A part of her prayed that he’d kiss her. The other more logical part ... well … it was kind of hopeful about it, too. She watched as he moved closer and closer, until his mouth brushed against hers.
Just say no to cowboys. Just say... “Mmmmmmm.”
His grip around her tightened as he traced a line of soft kisses along her cheek. “Emily, when can I see you again?”
“Oh, Houston,” she heard her breathless voice say, “I can’t.”
He pulled away. Slightly. “You’re not seeing someone else, are you?”
“No. It’s nothing like that.”
“Good. Then answer my question,” he whispered against her neck as he nibbled his way to her collarbone.
How could she answer? She couldn’t even think straight. “Houston,” she gasped, “we have a problem.”
He gave a low chuckle. “More than you know, darlin’, but let’s not get into that right now. We’ll approach this another way. If you weren’t going to see me again, when would be the best time to do it?”
It took her a while to figure out what he was aiming at. “I’ll be back at the ranch again this Friday, but I don’t think–”
“Friday is perfect. We can have dinner together.”
“But Houston, you don’t understand. I made a vow...” The rest of her sentence came out in a moan as his lips descended onto hers once more. This cowboy must have used liquor in his lip balm, because she was definitely getting tipsy. By the time he came up for air again, she was mush. If he hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have floated away.
“Now, I have only one question left,” he said, curling an arm around her and guiding her out of the pond. “How am I gonna get you back to your truck safely with you looking like that?”
Emily wrapped her outside arm across her chest. “Are you worried about protecting me from the other cowboys?”
“No, ma’am.” He smiled. “I’m worried about protecting you from me.
He grasped her shoulders. A part of her prayed that he’d kiss her. The other more logical part ... well … it was kind of hopeful about it, too. She watched as he moved closer and closer, until his mouth brushed against hers.
Just say no to cowboys. Just say... “Mmmmmmm.”
His grip around her tightened as he traced a line of soft kisses along her cheek. “Emily, when can I see you again?”
“Oh, Houston,” she heard her breathless voice say, “I can’t.”
He pulled away. Slightly. “You’re not seeing someone else, are you?”
“No. It’s nothing like that.”
“Good. Then answer my question,” he whispered against her neck as he nibbled his way to her collarbone.
How could she answer? She couldn’t even think straight. “Houston,” she gasped, “we have a problem.”
He gave a low chuckle. “More than you know, darlin’, but let’s not get into that right now. We’ll approach this another way. If you weren’t going to see me again, when would be the best time to do it?”
It took her a while to figure out what he was aiming at. “I’ll be back at the ranch again this Friday, but I don’t think–”
“Friday is perfect. We can have dinner together.”
“But Houston, you don’t understand. I made a vow...” The rest of her sentence came out in a moan as his lips descended onto hers once more. This cowboy must have used liquor in his lip balm, because she was definitely getting tipsy. By the time he came up for air again, she was mush. If he hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have floated away.
“Now, I have only one question left,” he said, curling an arm around her and guiding her out of the pond. “How am I gonna get you back to your truck safely with you looking like that?”
Emily wrapped her outside arm across her chest. “Are you worried about protecting me from the other cowboys?”
“No, ma’am.” He smiled. “I’m worried about protecting you from me.
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Meet the Author
Roxy Boroughs got the acting bug in elementary school, creating skits at recess and performing them for the class, thanks to her very indulgent teacher. She went on to study theater in university, met the love of her life there, and spent many years performing in movies, commercials and on stages across Canada and the US. Soon, portraying one character wasn’t enough. She wanted to be them all. So she poured her years of drama experience into writing plays and novels.
Look for her award-winning romantic suspense A STRANGER’S TOUCH, as well as its sequel, A STRANGER’S KISS, along with a sweet, romantic comedy called CRAZY FOR COWBOY. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and her website http://www.roxyboroughs.com/.
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