Sunday, April 12, 2015

Turn and Burn by Lorelei James


This story takes place two years after the last book.

Tanna Barker is lost and broke.
After her mother died two years ago, her father sold the ranch in Texas, gave her and her brother $100,000 each,  married their mother's best friend and moved to Florida. She no longer has a home to go to.  Tanna got hurt barrel racing.  Her horse died. She spent all the money from her father on her medical bills. 
Celia got her a job at the Lodge for the summer since everyone is pregnant! So she rolls into Rawlins and decides that she will have a no name one night stand before she starts her new job. She meets a really hot large man and has the best sex of her life and sneaks off in the middle of the night and gets an early start towards the lodge.

Fletch is the man that Tanna was with. Boy, did he like her. But he was pissed that she left him during the night. He already has feelings.  There was something about her that made his heart start.

They run into each other and decide to see each other while she has the job at the Lodge. Tanna is going to work with Fletch's cousin Eli and try to get back on a horse again. Will she be able to conquer her fear? Will they be able to stay together after her job is over?

I loved this one. 

When it comes to love... she's reining herself in.

Tanna Barker is a world champion barrel racer. But her personal life has been less of a success, and she’s feeling adrift. After her mother’s unexpected death, her father has remarried, and sold the Texas ranch she called home. Now a rodeo injury has left the restless spitfire holed up in Muddy Gap, unsure what her next move should be.
Until she meets her match in a wild, wild cowboy
Veterinarian August Fletcher has always put his job first. He’s never found a woman who could handle his on-the-road lifestyle. But when sassy, sexy Tanna blows into town, he finally finds the woman of his fantasies. And there’s something between them, but she claims she’s been burned by love ’em and leave ’em road dogs before. How can Fletch prove that he’s in it for the long haul, and that their sizzling relationship is better than winning any rodeo medal? It’ll take some sweet persuasion to convince Tanna that Muddy Gap is where she belongs.


Excerpt:
Tanna glanced up at the man.
Oh, hello, sweet darlin’.
How hadn’t she noticed this giant? At least six feet five, he easily cast her five feet three inches in shadow. And holy frijoles was this guy hot. Like, really hot. After being approached by wannabe cowboys all night, there was no doubt this guy was the real deal. So she shamelessly took in his banging body, from his summer-weight cowboy hat to the tips of his dusty boots—and every inch in between.
His age looked to be mid-thirties. In this part of the country his reddish gold complexion had to be from Native American ancestry. Her avid gaze took in his angular features. A high forehead not marred by a single wrinkle. A slash of dark eyebrows arched over eyes the color of warm topaz. His cheekbones were prominent in a wide-set face. A thin blade of nose. The corners of his lips turned up in an indulgent smile. And check out that ridiculously strong-looking, chiseled jawline. His thick neck tapered into shoulders so wide it appeared he wore football pads, until she realized this hunky man couldn’t hide bulky equipment under his skintight T-shirt.
“You done looking your fill? Or did you want me to turn around so you can ogle my ass too?”
“Better to know up front that I’m staring at your package, and not considering the size of your wallet, doncha think?” Tanna retorted with saccharine sweetness.
He laughed. A deep, sexy rumble that caused a little flip in her belly. “So will you let me buy you a beer if I pull out my wallet?”
“If you’re sure you wanna spend money on an ex-con.”
“You’re not an ex-con by any stretch of your imagination.” He waved down the bartender. “But I am interested to hear which lie I’ll rate.” He shot her a grin. “I’m hoping you’ll claim to be a secret agent.”
Tanna leaned across the bar. “Got a Bond girl fantasy you wanna tell me about, ace?”
“I’m more of a fan of Lara Croft or Sydney Bristow. Chicks who kick ass turn my crank.”
“Hot women who know how to kill and how to dress to kill are the ultimate asset.”
“Oh, those women ain’t got nothin’ on you in the asset department.” His gaze dipped to the deep V of her cleavage.
It didn’t bother her that he was blatantly checking out her rack. When he finally dragged his gaze to hers again, the unbridled lust in his eyes sent a wave of liquid heat through her.
“You are trouble,” she murmured, unable to look away from him. Something about this man pulled her in and revved her up.
“No more trouble than you are, spy girl.” He held out a twenty for the bartender without breaking eye contact. “You wanna grab us a booth and we’ll talk about what kinda trouble we can get into together?”
She nodded. Just as she stepped back, a man jockeying for her spot at the bar jostled her, sending her off balance. Her tall, dark and handsome stranger kept her from falling by using a firm arm to pull her forward. Her breasts met the hard wall of his chest and all the air left her lungs in a rush. Good God was he solid.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden intimate contact.
The side of her face smashed against his pectorals. She remained like that, inhaling his scent until he tugged on her hair to get her attention. She glanced up into his eyes, feeling a blast of pure sexual heat.
“Might be dangerous to keep looking at me like that,” he said softly.

Pages: 320
Published: 2013

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