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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Runaway Cowboy Excerpt & Giveaway! by @TinaKlinesmith @TastyBookTours

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Runaway Cowboy
Rodeo #3.5
By: T.J. Kline
Releasing February 3rd, 2015
Avon Impulse

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”You had your chance, and you threw it away…“

Five years ago, Jen woke up with a ring on her finger and her fiancé nowhere to be found. She swore she’d gotten over the betrayal, but when Clay unexpectedly hires on with the rodeo for a week, she finds herself torn between passion and regret.

Clay left intending never to see Jen again. He’s been running from his troubled past for far too long, and it’s not a life he wants for her. But it’s hard to run from the past when the past is your own family, and Clay finds himself thrown back into the chaos he thought he’d finally left behind.

Will the truth drive Jen away, or is there a second chance at happily ever after for this runaway cowboy?

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“In that big of a hurry to kiss me?”
She rolled her eyes. “It will be a cold day in hell before I kiss you.”
Clay lips curved upward. “Ah, but that was the bet. You kiss me. Not the other way around.” He saw her pale as she realized he was right; he’d chosen the words for the bet deliberately. He knew she’d been suspicious, but she obviously hadn’t expected this.
Standing up, he took a step toward her. “You sure you wouldn’t rather talk a little bit more, maybe tell me what was bothering you earlier? You know, keep stalling?”
She clenched her jaw, her eyes darkening, and he knew he’d hit the bull’s-eye. He wasn’t certain whether the look in her eyes was desire or anger, but he felt the sizzle down his back at the thought of finding out. It didn’t take much to imagine how right it felt to kiss her, how she could make his blood boil with need, make him want to lock them both in a room and throw away the key. As long as he was with her, the rest of the world could be damned.
“Fine.” She walked up to him, pulling her hat from her head, her hips swaying slightly in the feminine way she had about her and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek, bracing herself with a hand on his shoulder. “There, debt paid until dinner.”
He inhaled the sweet scent of her, like honey and sunshine in early summer. He reached for her hand, his fingers winding around her wrist. “That wasn’t a kiss and you know it.”
His gaze bore into hers, making sure she knew exactly what he was doing. His arm wound around her waist, pulling her against him, her curves molding against every hard plane of him. He ducked his head toward her, stealing her breath, his lips finding hers. He meant to tease her, to remind her of what they’d shared—what they could again—but as soon as his mouth met hers, his self-control disappeared. His hand slid up her spine, his fingers curling against the back of her head as his tongue sought hers, branding her. Her hands, braced between them only moments before, gripped at his shoulders, silently pleading for more.
Clay’s body answered her yearning with his own, the torment driving him mad. He wanted her, here and now, on the grass at the edge of the water, in the lake. Hell, he’d lie on the rocks as long as it meant she would continue touching him. His entire body was aflame, as if the spark of desire he’d carried for her the last five years had exploded into an inferno, consuming him. His hands couldn’t stop moving, wanting to touch every inch of her, from her velvety smooth cheek to the satiny skin of her waist under her shirt, where his thumbs ran along the edge of her bra. His mouth moved to the hollow of her neck, dipping to taste the arching column of her throat as her head fell back into his hand. His entire body throbbed with need, aching to be surrounded by her.
Her hands slipped under the sides of his shirt, her fingertips trailing over his ribs, tickling him even as it made him groan with longing. She tugged at the material, and he jerked it off, following with her shirt, throwing them to the side. Jennifer’s fingers dug into the muscles of his back, pressing her breasts against him. He could feel her nipples, hard even through her bra, against his chest. Clay wanted to stop and take time to look at her, to see the curves that hadn’t been there before, but he was too afraid she would remember who he was, what he’d done, and leave him standing here, alone and broken. He needed her and right now. With her in his arms, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever thought leaving her was a good idea. Nothing had ever satisfied him the way loving her had. It was a mistake to have left her when she offered him every part of her—body and soul.
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Displaying T.J. Kline.jpgT. J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.

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