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Title: The Cowboy Meets His Match
Series: The 79th Copper Mountain Rodeo #1
Author: Sarah Mayberry
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2018
BLURB
He plays by the rules, she’s not afraid to break them. Now these two strong-willed army captains will prove that opposites attract . . .
All Cassidy Jane Cooper wants is to fulfill her dream to compete in pro rodeo. CJ knows she’s going to have to work harder and smarter than everyone else to prove herself in the traditionally all-male saddle bronc competition. That means she shouldn’t look twice at handsome, charming cowboy, Jesse Carmody. She needs to focus on the competition, not one of her competitors. If only he wasn’t so damn hot…
Jesse Carmody thinks he’s seen it all–until CJ’s arrival throws him for a loop. She’s tough, sexy, and challenging. Jesse quickly realizes he wants to know a whole lot more about this intriguing woman. When CJ faces ugly opposition from others on the circuit, Jesse is there to offer a friendly hand–and more, if she wants it.
Between her trials in the arena and fighting to get the other riders to respect her, CJ knows getting involved with Jesse is the last thing she should do. But she can’t seem to keep away. Which leaves her with a choice–the man of her heart, or the career of her dreams? Or can she have them both?
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EXCERPTS
#1
And then the world went dark.
For a moment there was nothing but silence as they both absorbed the shock.
“Must be the fuse,” CJ said, and he almost smiled at the matter-of-fact acceptance in her tone.
Did anything faze this woman?
“Yeah, Casey mentioned they’d been having problems with the electrics. Should be some fuses in one of the top cupboards,” he said.
He took a step forward—and found himself hard up against a warm, firm body as CJ evidently did the same thing. His hands came up instinctively to steady her, one landing on the flare of her hip, the other on her waist.
They both went very still. Beneath his hands, she felt warm and strong. He breathed in the smell of fresh soap and clean hair and felt himself harden into full, painful arousal. The need to kiss her, touch her, taste her was almost undeniable—but if anything was going to happen between them, it had to be CJ’s call. She was his guest, she’d had a shitty day, and she had good reasons for keeping her distance. He wasn’t going to add himself to her list of problems.
Not unless she wanted him to.
The moment seemed to stretch and stretch. He felt her inhale, felt the muscles of her torso move subtly beneath his hands. He was so hard it physically hurt, but there was a weird kind of pleasure in the pain and it hit him that he hadn’t wanted anyone this badly for years. The realization made his hands curl into her flesh, but somehow he managed to limit himself to the small gesture and cling to his self-control.
A shudder rippled through her, as though she’d just won or lost a fiercely fought battle within herself.
“Fuck it,” she said, and then she kissed him.
#2
Together they moved onto the dance floor, quickly finding a few square feet to call their own. Jesse started shuffling his feet from side to side, hoping his hands weren’t doing anything too dumb. CJ lifted her hands in the air, her hips moving sinuously.
“I actually really love this song,” she shouted over the music.
She certainly knew how to move to it. Meanwhile, he felt like someone had swapped his own feet for two tree stumps as he clomped back and forth.
And he had only himself to blame for letting Sierra drag him into this.
Like an answer to a prayer, the song ended, and he scanned the room, looking for his sister. How long did it take for a woman to go to the bathroom, anyway? There was no sign of her, however, and the next song started up almost immediately. From the opening bars it was clear it was going to be a ballad, and everyone around them either stepped closer to slow dance or abandoned the floor altogether.
CJ paused, a question in her eyes, and he figured he’d be a fool if he gave up the opportunity to hold her, even if it was in public. He’d probably never get the chance again.
He gestured for her to step closer, and after a heartbeat she did so, her left hand sliding into his right, the other coming to rest on his bicep just below his shoulder. He positioned his hand high on her back, then led her into the simple two-step his mother had drummed into him before his high school prom so many years ago.
CJ went with him easily, effortlessly, and he bit back a smile.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I was half expecting you to want to lead.”
“Careful, or you won’t escape this dance floor with your toes intact,” she warned him.
“I should probably warn you, Carmodys don’t scare easily.”
“And I should probably warn you, Coopers are complete animals when we’re bent on revenge.”
“Yeah? What kind of animal?” he asked, not bothering to hide his smile now.
“The kind that eats Carmodys for breakfast.”
“I seem to remember enjoying that, to be honest,” he said.
CJ’s head tilted back as she let out a loud, earthy laugh at his shameless flirting.
Which was when he registered they’d drawn close enough to be almost hip to hip, with barely an inch between her chest and his.
Close enough that if he lowered his head, their mouths would meet.
He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it.
CJ seemed to realize what they’d unconsciously done at the same time he did and the smile slipped from her lips. For a long moment they simply danced, the electric promise of mutual awareness crackling between them, their gazes and bodies locked together.
The need to kiss her, taste her, get closer to her was like a drumbeat in his chest and groin, but he wasn’t so far gone he’d forgotten where they were—on the dance floor in one of Marietta’s most popular venues.
So even though it killed him, he eased a couple of inches away. Enough to make them look like friends enjoying a dance instead of lovers indulging in publicly acceptable foreplay.
CJ’s hand tightened around his, almost as though she was protesting the move, and he saw a flicker of something that looked a lot like disappointment in her eyes before she dropped her gaze to the collar of his shirt.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice subdued.
PRAISE FOR SARAH MAYBERRY
“It must be said that Sarah Mayberry is one of Australia’s most talented writers.” – AusRom Today
“… confident and clever, funny and touching, and wonderfully done.” – USA Today
“Sarah Mayberry plays readers’ emotions like a maestro conductor, showcasing her character’s strength, determination and grit…” – Heroes and Heartbreakers
AUTHOR BIO
Sarah Mayberry is the award-winning, best selling author of more than 30 novels. She was born in Melbourne, Australia, and is the middle of three children. Sarah picked up a love of romance novels from both her grandmothers and has always wanted to be a writer. In line with this ambition, she completed a Bachelor of Arts degree in Professional Writing and Literature. It took her ten years and multiple attempts before her first book was accepted. During that time, Sarah worked in magazine publishing and the television industry, contributing to the internationally known Australian serial drama “Neighbours” and co-creating teen drama series “Karaoke High”. Sarah currently splits her time between writing for television and writing novels. She lives in Melbourne by the bay with her husband and a small, furry Cavoodle called Max. When she isn’t writing, she loves reading, cooking, going to the movies and buying shoes.
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