cowboy-romance

Horses ... horses made me happy, complete. Then and there in the middle of some state, in a wild state of being, I vowed I would own a horse again.

Sometimes you've got to get a machete and hack your way through the kudzu to make your own path in life.

He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

Trust wisely and believe in yourself, in your vision.

Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.

Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.

She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine.

How did the date go?" "Bad. A text-a-holic...." "Not the good kind of trouble." "There's only one thing to say when this happens." "What's that?" "Next.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss away her uncertainty. But if he did that she would bolt. So he brushed stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail off her face instead. Ignored how soft the strands felt against his fingers. Pretended his pulse wasn't stampeding like a herd of bison on the plain.

Grinning to himself, Blue went out the door pulling out on his T-shirt. So sue him, he had changed his mind, but he sure wasn__ going to quite admit it. She__ laugh like a hyena, and he had some pride. He found his hat, made sure to clean up Roy__ kitchen, and went out to see to the horses. God, had he ever had so much fun in a relationship before? Most of them had been just about sex, and he and Jenna still hadn__ even done that.Maybe that was the secret. Liking someone first and then realizing you wanted to make love to them made a lot more sense. Blue put on his hat. And he would be making love with Jenna, he was damned sure about that. Sometimes even a Marine had to reassess his priorities. 44%

I want to die._ May shook her head. __et me get a knife._ ____e made a horrible mess of things._ __aven__ we all? If you don__ want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.

Dakota pulled a lollipop out of his pocket before quickly unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. "What kind of vampire sucks on human candy?

Trixie murmured. "It's on like Donkey Kong.

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn__ live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct__he part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You__e in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

So, you take no prisoners, huh?__lynn leaned in close. Her pulse clicked up a gear at the deliberate invasion of her personal space. __o, sweetie. We take prisoners, of the short, female variety. We just don__ fight fair when we catch __m.

Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...