Ever since Cowboy Valentine was released last August (one year ago!) I've fallen in love with the MacKinnon brothers of Oleander, California, the fictional cowtown where my Cowboy Cocktail books are set. From raunchy sweetheart Caleb to gruff damaged Dean to flirty prankster Clark, I have had so much fun putting these poor ranchers' hearts through the hot dog extruder of love.
That said, in the words of Monty Python, and now for something completely different.
Those of you who read Clark and Melody's story Cowboy Player might remember Melody's trouble-making little sister, Harmony, and her drunken makeout session with the MacKinnons' ranch hand, Lucky Garcia. A few of you even messaged me to say, "Hey, what's up with those two? I like them! Are they getting their own story?"
I'm happy to report the answer is...yes! They are. You called it!
Set two years after Cowboy Player, Cowboy Karma stars Lucky and Harmony in their own super hot story about fate, luck, sexytimes (loads of that) and love (of course).
Cowboy Karma is scheduled for release Oct. 18. I will have more information and links for you soon, but until then, enjoy this blurb and excerpt. #luckyandharmony4eva
COWBOY COCKTAIL, BOOK 4
Who needs luck when you can get Lucky?
When Harmony Santos’s boyfriend dumps her on her birthday, she doesn’t get mad. She gets lucky…with a mysterious cowboy whose bedroom eyes and rough edges bring out her inner bad girl. But when their one-night rodeo turns into more than a rebound, Harmony worries her heart hasn’t healed enough to take on someone new—even if that someone is as sweet as he is sexy. Tie-down roper Lucky Garcia can’t believe his good fortune. A shot at national finals and now this—his longtime crush, in his arms at last. The more time he spends with Harmony, the harder he falls for her. But financial demands and family responsibilities take him further and further away from her—as does his secret fear she hasn’t quite gotten over her dickhead ex. Behind closed doors, Lucky and Harmony are filthy perfection. But when reality comes knocking, the star-crossed lovers must decide: walk away intact, or risk it all for a chance at happiness. Get ready for rope tricks, spanking, self-pleasure, and a smoking-hot cowboy who puts the big D in Dominant.
Harmony walked through the crowd. The room was steamy with dancing and pheromones. Harmony ordered a Bud Light and ran the icy bottle over her forehead.
As she stood at the brass rail and checked out the dancers, she recognized a handful of childhood friends and old nursing school classmates in the arms of their boyfriends or boyfriends-for-the-night. Old timers took their turns on the dance floor, the smoothest dancers of all. Near the front of the stage, she spotted Dean, the eldest MacKinnon brother, dancing sexy with his wife Monica. They looked unspeakably happy. Everyone did. With a grimace, Harmony killed her beer and left the bottle on a nearby tray.
A sense of misery crept over her, clinging to her like a big, wet monkey. She hated that Frank had hurt her. But even worse, she hated that she’d allowed herself to be vulnerable enough for him to do that. After months of pining followed by months of self-improvement, she’d finally gotten the man she wanted.
Trouble was, he didn’t want her.
Harmony winced. Goddammit. This pain.
A new song started up. Shaking off her melancholy, she strode right into the heart of the crowded dance floor. Steve Earle’s “Copperhead Road”—an easy line dance. She counted her way in and soon was stomping across the dance floor. The loud music pounded in her chest. Even though it had been years since she’d line danced, her body knew the steps without her thinking about them. The heartache receded a little.
More dancing. Maybe some shots. Maybe making out with a stranger. That’ll keep me from feeling…this. Whatever this ugly feeling is.
She danced solo for three more songs. Then an old timer led her in a waltz. The country gentleman was followed by a baby-faced cowboy in a camo baseball cap. She danced three more songs with him and bid him goodbye with a hug and a kiss on the cheek—too young.
The DJ took the mike. “Next up, the cowboy cha-cha.”
A slower dance. Harmony fanned herself with her hand and thought this might be a good time to grab a shot of Fireball chased with another beer.
She turned to leave the dance floor when a big warm hand rested on her shoulder.
“Wait. Don’t go yet.”
She turned. In the dark, the new cowboy’s face was obscured in the shadow of his hat. The DJ cued up an old Bellamy Brothers song Harmony remembered her father loved. It began, “If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?” She knew the words as surely as she knew her own name.
The dancers around them paired off in a hurry and got into the sweetheart position. Everyone counted off together and started around the massive dance floor in a counter-clockwise direction, all in time.
Before Harmony could say anything, the stranger took her hands and spun her. His movements were sure and strong. He was an experienced dancer, not someone who had to be babysat around the floor.
“Been a long time, hasn’t it?” he said.
She stole sideways glances at him. Tall and muscular, he wore a black hat and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His forearms were thick and smooth. She could see that he had a strong jaw, a dark, short beard, and dark skin. He spoke crystal-clear English with a lilting Mexican accent.
“You don’t remember me, do you, Harmony?”
A half-smile. “Guess I’m just another cowboy to you.”
For strangers, they moved in perfect rhythm. Harmony felt grateful that he was a strong lead since her brain was otherwise occupied with trying to figure out who he was. When he brought their bodies together, chest to chest, she looked up at him. His body gave off controlled strength and a smooth, unnerving calm. At last, she peeked under the shadow of his cowboy hat.
Dark brows. Bedroom eyes the color of whiskey.
No way. “Lucky?”
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