ONE NIGHT WITH A COWBOY
(Oklahoma Nights, Book 1)
from Cat Johnson and
Kensington Brava
in trade paperback & ebook everywhere Feb. 26!
One Sweet
Ride...
Oh yeah. A
single look at the leggy blonde in the stands and Tucker Jenkins is ready to
buck all night long. It's time to forget all about his cheating ex and his
usual hands off policy.
One Hot
Night...
Becca Hart
is an East Coast professor. Not a buckle bunny. But no degree can prepare
her for the moves of the sexy bull rider she hooks up with at her first rodeo
... Or the shock of finding him at her first Oklahoma State University staff
meeting.
One Happy
Ending...
Tuck knows it's all about holding on, no matter how wild the ride. Now
he just has to convince Becca that a rough start out of the chute doesn't mean
they aren't a smokin' combination ...
“Hold on to your hat…ONE NIGHT
WITH A COWBOY is one sexy romp” ~ Lorelei James, NY Times and USA Today Best Seller
EXCERPT
(rated G)
“I have a room with a
king-sized bed available. Will that be all right?”
“Perfect.” Tucker shot her a
smirk and she felt her cheeks heat.
How many more embarrassing
questions could this desk clerk ask? There couldn’t possibly be any more. He’d
pretty much covered everything he could to humiliate her.
Yes, only one night. Yes, the bigger the bed the better.
Yes, we’ll be having lots of sex. Thank you for asking.
“Do you need help with your
luggage?”
She nearly choked as the
hotel employee managed to come up with one more thing she hadn’t even
considered.
No, no luggage. Just sex.
“No, thanks. We’re good.”
Cool as a cucumber, as he had been through the entire check-in, Tucker picked
up the pen and signed the paper the clerk had pushed toward him.
“We’re all set then. Check
out is eleven, and elevators are to your right.”
“Great. Thanks.” Tucker slid
the signed form back and took the keycard from him. After slipping the small
piece of plastic into his back pocket, he took her hand in his and turned
toward the elevators.
At least that part of the
night was over, but even though she couldn’t wait to get out of sight of the
lobby and the front desk, Tucker moved at his usual pace. Something between an
amble and a stroll. It would be very atmospheric in an old Western movie. Here
and now, it made the New Yorker in her cringe as she fought the urge to
sprint—or at least power walk—to their destination.
When they finally reached
the elevators and were out of earshot of the clerk, she turned to glance at
Tucker. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He frowned down at her from
beneath his ever-present cowboy hat. The bad-girl side of her—the one she
hadn’t known existed until Emma forced her to go to the rodeo to look for
cowboys in the first place—couldn’t help wondering if Tucker normally took his
hat off to have sex or if he left it on. It was like a fist to the stomach when
she realized she’d know one way or the other very soon. Wow.
“Embarrassed about what?” he
asked, knocking the image of him, naked except for his hat, out of her spinning
brain.
“He must know why we’re
here. What we’re doing.” Even though there was no one nearby, Becca kept her
voice as low as humanly possible.
“You mean that we’re
checking in to have sex?” He leaned toward her and hissed the last word in an
exaggerated whisper tinged with a laugh. “Becca, why would he assume that?”
“Because it’s practically
the middle of the night.” She opened her eyes wide. Jeez. It was so obvious.
“So? We could just as easily
be two weary travelers looking for a place to rest on a long journey.” The
smirk on Tucker’s face told Becca he was enjoying this a little too much. She,
on the other hand, was not.
She frowned. “We don’t look
like travelers. We don’t even have any luggage.”
“You’re so cute being
embarrassed. Just because we don’t have luggage.” He smiled and ran one hand up
her arm. “If you want, I can go get my gear bag from the truck and carry it
past the front desk so he thinks it’s our overnight bag.”
“No.” She rolled her eyes at
his suggestion. “That won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is Oklahoma,
the rodeo state. He’ll probably know it’s full of bull stuff and think we’re
doing kinky things upstairs with it or something.” She felt the scowl settle on
her face at the thought. Best to leave it alone and cut their losses.
“First of all, Oklahoma is
the Sooner State, not the rodeo state. But besides that, I’m trying to imagine
what kind of kinky things we could possibly do with the bull stuff in my gear bag.” Tucker raised a brow.
“I suppose we could get creative with the tape I use to wrap my wrist. There is
the cowbell hanging on my bull rope… Although unless you’re into some really
weird kind of role playing, that won’t be of much use.”
He grinned as her cheeks
grow hotter.
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