Sunday, February 8, 2015

New Release: How to Kiss a Cowboy

Book: How To Kiss a Cowboy
Author: Joanne Kennedy
Release Date: February 3, 2015
Genre: Western Romance (Contemporary)

Between rodeo wins and endorsement deals, Saddle Bronc Champion Brady Caine is living a charmed life. But when he causes an accident that could end a promising barrel racer’s career, he decides that he’s done with loose women and wild rides. All he wants to do is erase his mistake by getting Suze Carlyle back in the saddle.

The last person barrel racer Suze wants to see on her doorstep is the man who ended her rodeo career, but she can’t help admire Brady’s persistence. Sparks fly between them, but when her barn is sabotaged she wonders if he’s really the straight shooter he seems to be…

An Excerpt

Brady jammed his hat down onto his head and steadied the ladder he’d leaned against Suze’s big red barn. It wasn’t ideal roof-repairing weather, but the job needed to be done. He’d discovered mildewed hay bale and rotting wood in a corner of the loft a week earlier, and he couldn’t let the damage continue another day.

The damage he’d done to his relationship with Suze was piling up though. He’d continued to take care of the barn and horses, and he’d done dishes whenever he could sneak in the house without being seen, but he hadn’t gone upstairs and she hadn’t come down for the past few days.

He had a feeling he’d gone and hurt her again.

Hard work wouldn’t make up for that, but he had to do something. He planned to get up on the barn roof before the heat of the sun became unbearable. With one had pressed his old straw hat to his head, he climbed up the ladder.

Settling down on the roof, he looked out over the Carlyle place and it looked almost idyllic. Speedo and Bucket grazed in the pasture.

“Brady Caine, I always knew you were a pervert!”

It was Suze in all her rumpled glory. A bad case of bed head failed to spoil the effect of a barely there nightie that was worn to sheer transparency and revealed her black lace panties every time she lifted her arms.

Brady almost fell off the roof. How was he supposed to do the right thing when she wore that?

“I can’t believe you’d go that far,” she said.

He stared to speak, but she kept right on going.

“I don’t care if it’s just a joke. It’s not funny. People expect privacy in their own homes. And you’re not fooling anybody with that toolbox. I can see you up there, doing nothing. Just like you can see me!”

She lifted her arms to shut the window, revealing that the panties showed plenty of skin in the spaces between their lacey daisies. The sash jammed and she continued to fume while she struggled with it. Brady wished he could take home the work of art framed by the window trim and hang it in his bedroom.

She caught him looking and lowered her arms. “Pervert.”

“If I wasn’t one before, I am now.” Brady winked and pointed the hammer her way. “Nice panties.”

She gave the sash a final, useless tug and spun around, covering herself with her hands. Grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed, she tossed it around her shoulders and reached for the top of the window again. Naturally, the blanket slipped to the floor. She scooped it up and clutched it to her chest. “You could at least have the decency to get down now that I caught you.”

“Caught me doing what?”

“Playing Peeping Tom.” She gestured wildly toward the barn. “Why else would you be up there, unless you’re trying to get a look at me in my skivvies?”

He held up the hammer and box of nails. “I’m doing roof repairs. Thought I’d get it done before the sun got to hot.” He couldn’t help grinning. “The skivvies are an unexpected bonus.”

“Oh!” She made a sound that was a cross between rage and surprise, and he swallowed a smile as she tugged at the window again.

“I could fix that window too.”

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Joanne Kennedy's lifelong fascination with Wyoming's unique blend of past and present inspires her to write contemporary Western romances with traditional ranch settings. In 2010 she was nominated for a RITA award for One Fine Cowboy. At various times, Joanne has dabbled in horse training, chicken farming, and bridezilla wrangling at a department store wedding registry. Her fascination with literature led to careers in bookselling and writing. She lives with two dogs and a retired fighter pilot in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

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