When country boys meet a city girl, everyone is in for a wild ride.
© 2009 Cat Johnson
Studs in Spurs, Book 1
Slade Bower and Mustang Jackson are living the high life on the professional bull-riding circuit. The prize money is big, the bulls are rank and the women are willing. But something is missing. For Slade, waking up in a different city with a different woman each morning is holding less and less appeal. Even Mustang’s creative attempts to shake things up don’t help. Then along comes a big-city author who’s like nothing they’ve ever encountered. Something about her makes Slade sit up and take notice—and Mustang is always up for anything.
Romance writer Jenna Block has a problem—her agent thinks a cowboy book will jump-start her career. A born New Yorker, Jenna doesn’t do cowboys, not on paper, and definitely not in real life. Luckily for her there are two cowboys ready, willing and able to take her out of her comfort zone in every way that counts…and some ways she hadn’t counted on.
Warning: This story contains two hot cowboys, one very lucky woman, hot ménage sex and lots of bull.
Enjoy the following PG 13 excerpt for Unridden:
“Wow. This is nice.” Jenna had trouble diverting her eyes away from the large bed.
Her pulse raced. She was nervous, very nervous, and making conversation seemed the best way to postpone the inevitable—that being her and two cowboys she barely knew together in that big bed. But the moment she’d suggested they come back to the trailer, her decision had been made. After seeing the looks on both of their faces, she was pretty sure they knew it too.
There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. The internal do-I-or-don’t-I debate was done—she only hoped her bravado lasted long enough for her to actually go through with it without passing out from nerves.
“I like to try to stay at hotels during the competitions, but they were all booked,” Mustang explained apologetically. “On top of the bull-riding finals there’s some huge romance convention in town, or so I was told.”
As Mustang grinned pointedly at her, Jenna bit her lip and cringed. “Yeah, that would be the one I’m at. Sorry about that.”
Mustang laughed. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides, Slade actually likes the trailer better anyway.”
Jenna glanced at Slade, who was watching her and Mustang closely while not saying much. Actually, he wasn’t saying anything, as usual. “I don’t blame him for liking it. It’s a nice trailer.”
“Exactly how many trailers have you been in, darlin’?” Mustang raised a brow in challenge.
“Counting this one? Um, one.” Jenna felt her cheeks heat.
Mustang grinned. “That’s what I thought. Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna hit the head, then get us those drinks.”
After Mustang closed himself into the tiny toilet room, Slade finally spoke. “What’s all this about,
Jenna? Guzzling your drink at the bar. Asking to come back here to the trailer when last night you wanted nothing to do with it. You’ve done a total one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turnaround since yesterday. What’s up?”
She considered his question and her answer very carefully. “Today’s my birthday, Slade.”
His head dipped once in a nod. “Happy birthday.”
“It’s my thirty-fifth.” She tried not to wince.
Slade shrugged. “So what?”
“So what?” Jenna laughed. “Easy for you to say. What are you? Like twenty-five?”
“I’m turning twenty-seven next month actually. Mustang’s twenty-five, though.”
She rolled her eyes. “Great, that’s just great. Well, at least I’m not old enough to have birthed you both.”
Slade shook his head. “What does it matter? You’re only as old as you feel.”
“Maybe that’s my problem, Slade. I feel old. I’m thirty-five, have no boyfriend, and I’m starting to seriously doubt my career choice. I’m not where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.”
“First of all, you don’t look thirty-five.”
Jenna snorted. “Thanks.”
“As for the rest, I don’t know shit about writing or books or what plans you had for your life, but as far as the no boyfriend part… I can’t say I’m unhappy about that.”
She raised her gaze to meet his. “Really?”
That had been quite a revelation from the man of few words. For the first time since meeting him, Jenna really looked at Slade, without looking away this time. She stared deep into his dark eyes and saw the man beneath the stone-hard exterior.
He nodded. “Yeah. Really.”
Maybe it had been the vodka and her deepening gloom over her crappy cowboy book on top of being yet another year older that had prompted Jenna to suggest going back to the trailer in the first place. But right now, it was Slade and his sincerity that made Jenna not doubt her decision one bit. She wanted this.
Hell, she was pretty sure she needed this.
Jenna stepped forward and leaned toward him. There wasn’t much distance between them to begin with given the size of the trailer, and now Slade was right in front of her, their bodies almost touching.
Slade was still too tall for her to reach what she wanted, until, eyes never leaving hers, he lowered his head a few inches, meeting her halfway. Tipping her head up to close that last temptingly tiny space, she touched her lips to his. She heard the sharp breath he dragged in through his nose at the contact.
As Slade’s rough palms came up and cradled her face, his mouth pressed harder against hers…and then the latch on the trailer bathroom jiggled.
In the blink of an eye, Slade raised his head and took one giant step back, leaving Jenna alone with her raging hormones.
She and Slade maintained eye contact for what seemed like forever before Mustang came to stand next to them again. Jenna turned in time to see the interested look Mustang gave them both.
“Hi.” Jenna smiled at him.
Mustang raised a brow and drawled out a slow, low, “Hey, darlin’.” The sound sent a quiver straight through her.
Oh, boy, was she in trouble.
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"Cat Johnson has delivered another ménage to swoon for in UNRIDDEN" Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews
“Wow! UnRidden is a seriously fast paced and erotic start to the Studs in Spurs series…I look forward to book two.” Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
“took my breath away” Judy, Veiled Secrets