Cowboy Resurrection #TeaserTuesday

January 27, 2016


It's not Tuesday. I know. It's Wednesday. I've got so much going on right now that I'm a little dizzy.

Tell you what. Let's just pretend it's Tuesday. #TeaserTuesday, as a matter of fact. Hooray!

Before I lay down a little Cowboy Resurrection on you, here are some fun things I've got planned for in next few weeks. Take a look...

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On Thursday, Feb. 4 at 9pm EST, I'll be doing my first radio interview! The show is called The Librarian with Tabatha Pope. It's part of the Authors on the Air Global Network. It will be streaming live, but the show will also be recorded as a podcast so that you can listen to it later.

On Feb. 8 to 15, Samhain Publishing is running a sale of Cowboy Valentine to celebrate, what else, Valentine's Day! The book will be available for just .99.

Cowboy Valentine is Book 1 in my brand-new Cowboy Cocktail series, so if you haven't had a chance to read it yet, the sale will be the perfect time to pick up a copy.

That same week, I'll be running a giveaway on Twitter for three $5 Amazon gift cards to celebrate the sale. More instructions to follow, but to enter, you'll be using the hashtag #cowboyvalentine. Follow me on Twitter @miahopkinsxoxo to play along.

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On Feb. 9, I've got a new release! The book is a collection called The One Who Got Away, edited by Kristina Wright and published by Cleis Press. My story is called "Proof" and it's about a hipster French Canadian baker who's reunited with his old flame, a pastry chef in Los Angeles. Hot deliciousness ensues. The book is available for pre-order in print and ebook now. Click here.

To celebrate the launch of Cowboy Resurrection (Book 2 in the Cowboy Cocktail series) on March 15, the folks at Barclay PR and I will be running an exciting week of activities. March is a little ways away. To stay tuned, please make sure to subscribe to my newsletter by clicking here.

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And last, just for grins, I posted a brand-new erotic short on my website yesterday.  It's called "Yellow Fever." This is a different kind of story for me, so I'd love your feedback. Please let me know what you think. You can read the story by clicking here.

All right. Whew!

Without further ado, here's a teaser for Cowboy Resurrection...enjoy!

 



 

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Ball-busting businesswoman meets no-holds-barred cowboy. He’s gonna need a longer rope.

Cowboy Cocktail, Book 2

Marketing hotshot Monica Kaur has put her big-city life on hold to help bail out her brother’s failing business. Now she’s got three months to plan and promote a rodeo, the first her tiny hometown has ever seen.

To ensure the rodeo’s success, Monica enlists a local hero, a rancher’s son who’s made a name for himself on the bull-riding circuit. Problem? She can’t stop daydreaming about the cocky bastard—and all the things she longs to do to him out behind the chutes.

Professional bullfighter Dean MacKinnon is home helping his family while his father fights cancer. Haunted by bad memories, jaded by love, Dean finds escape in a no-strings-attached go-round with brainy, sexy Monica, whose close-knit Sikh-American family would sooner run him out of town than see her with a notorious rodeo romeo.

In private, Monica and Dean play as hard as they work. But as the rodeo draws near, that clean break they promised each other is getting more and more hung up in the rigging.

Warning: Contains rope play, motel nooners, a blue-eyed charmer with a taste for kink, and a brown-eyed princess with a taste for cowboys.

EXCERPT

© 2016 by Mia Hopkins


In a cloud of dust, Dean parked the truck by the side of the road in the shade of a black walnut tree. He grabbed the six-pack and a couple blankets out of the truck bed. Monica climbed out and shut her door. “Follow me,” he said. “Watch your step.”

They walked through a break in the underbrush and the Kern River appeared before them, dark and beautiful. As far as Dean knew, only he and his brothers ever visited this swimming hole. A large boulder created a break in the current where a smaller creek flowed into the river. The water was clear and deep.

“Pretty, right?” he said.

“Not too shabby,” Monica replied, but she was smiling. She sat down on a granite slab and hugged her knees.

“There’s lots of secret spots up and down the river.” He paused. “You know, I always liked living out here. It’s the memories that make me want to turn tail.” Dean walked up to the edge of the river and nestled the six-pack in the water to keep it cool. Then he began to undress.

“What are you doing?” Monica asked, taking off her sunglasses.

“Going for a swim.”

“Are you crazy? That water is freezing.”

“Hot day like this?” As he took off his hat, he looked up at the blazing sun directly above their heads. “Come on. It’ll feel good. Take off your clothes.”

She shook her head. “No way. Go ahead. I’m staying here.”

“No, you ain’t. I’m gonna toss you in one way or another.” He took off his shirt. “You decide if it’s clothed or naked.”

“The hell you are.” Her voice rose a notch above the soft tumble of the water. “I’m not getting naked here. What if someone sees?”

“Someone? A lizard? A bird?” He laughed as he removed his boots and socks. “I’ll protect you, Monica. Just leave your clothes on that rock. Your panties will be nice and warm when it’s time to get dressed again.”

She held up a finger and waggled it at him. “No. No way.”

“Come on. Ain’t you never gone swimming naked before? And you grew up out here?” He took off his shirt. “You oughtta be ashamed of yourself.”

She was trying not to stare at his chest and failing miserably. “Sorry,” she said. “I must’ve been studying for my SATs.”

He undid his belt buckle and took off his pants and underwear all at once. The sunlight warmed his bare skin. He turned and pointed at her. “All right. I gave you a chance.” He started toward her.

She crab-walked backward up the rock and scrambled to her feet. “No! Dean, don’t you dare!”

“Hairy naked redneck coming at me? I’d do what he says.”

She held up a fist. “I will punch you in the goddamn balls, Dean MacKinnon. This is a silk blouse.”

He couldn’t help himself. He started laughing. “Then take it off, princess.” He took another step toward her and she started to dance, jumping from one foot to the next. She looked so cute that he stopped in his tracks. His laughter faded away.

“Monica,” he said softly. “Princess, look at that pretty river. Come on. One time. With me. What do you say?”