.jpg)
Title – Somethin’ Dirty
Series – Country Fever
Author – Em Petrova
Genre – Contemporary erotic western romance
Publication Date –
2/11/14
Length
(Pages/# Words) – 217 pages
Publisher – Samhain Publishing
Book Blurb/Synopsis –
She’s headed for the big
time…unless her heart gets stopped at the pass. Country Fever, Book 4
Forty-two-year-old single father Griffin Turner couldn’t have made it through colic and calving season without his mother’s babysitting services. But just when he thinks he’s got the hardest part of the infant learning curve licked, he gets devastating news. Mom is sick. And Griffin is forced to hire a nanny.
With nothing but twenty dollars in her pocket and her voice, Nola Brady wants to leave small-town Wyoming to pursue her dreams in Nashville. She answers Griffin’s ad to keep body and soul together until her big chance arrives. Love isn’t even on her radar…until she unexpectedly falls for the rough-and-playful cowboy.
Between the sheets, they’re poetry. Outside the bedroom, he inspires her to be more woman than she ever dreamed possible, which scares her enough to put on the brakes…and hit the road.
But if she thought he’d just let her leave quietly, she was wrong. Because hell hath no fury like a cowboy in love…especially one with a baby on his hip. And a ring with her name on it.
Warning: This cowboy daddy is determined to make a May/September romance work—even if he has to lay down his palm or his mouth on a round ass cheek to do it.
**TAMER EXCERPT**
Nola’s mind lost track of
Molly’s words. Everything around her vanished but those two dark eyes pinning
her down.
A movement from Molly snapped
her out of it. She looked up in time to see her sister had raised her glass in
greeting to Mr. Thigh-Clenchingly Hot.
She wrapped her fingers around
Molly’s arm. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t draw his attention.”
“Why not? Have you scored in
the past six months? You’ve gotta be feeling the weight of that stare, sis. Why
not invite him onto the dance floor?”
“No, I—” She glanced up to see
him pull away from the wall and make his way across the floor. “Oh f***. Now
look what you’ve done!”
She tried to duck and run into
the masses, but Molly hooked a boot around her shin and sent her careening
off-balance. Her beer sloshed over the floor, spattering the boots of some
dancers.
“So sorry,” she mouthed, her
voice lost in the stampede of boots and the cry of appreciation as someone took
the microphone for an old Hank Williams song.
Two long, denim-clad legs slid
into her vision. She followed the lines up, up, up to the thick chest sporting
the white and gray western shirt. And hell, the fabric had a small embroidered
flower design next to the pearl buttons.
A man who wore embroidery was
very comfortable in his skin. Not a boy. A man.
If she’d had any question about
this, she didn’t now as she stared into his face. Small lines framed his eyes
and lips, and a few threads of silver wove through his beard.
She quivered.
“Wanna dance?” He offered a
hand to her, and she gaped at it for two heartbeats.
Before she could think, Molly
had divested her of her beer. Then her sister shoved her from behind, and Nola
jerked forward. Taking her movement as acceptance, Mr. Thigh-Clenchingly Hot
wrapped his fingers around hers and tugged her onto the floor.
Before she could suck in air,
she was whipped into his embrace. When she did, she filled her head with his
personal musk—man and clean soap. Leather.
He was smiling at her. She
returned it, then gave a laugh and dropped her gaze.
He leaned in. “I’m Griffin. And
before you ask, this is the first dance I’ve had in over a year. So don’t laugh
at my jumbled up feet.”
How could she remain aloof to
that? Everything about him charmed the pants—or mini-skirt—right off her.
“I’m Nola.” She inhaled deeply
and didn’t catch a hint of beer or whiskey on him. “You’re not drinking
tonight?”
The corner of his mouth tipped
up. “Nah. I’m a designated driver. Love to help out the cause and my ma has
the—” He bit off the rest of the sentence with a shake of his head. “My ma
taught me to give back to the community.”
For several heartbeats, she
lost herself in his deep, chocolate gaze. God, were those golden flecks in his
eyes? And the creases around each corner enhanced the image that he perpetually
squinted into the sun or smiled. Or both.
“Crowded in here,” she said a
little breathlessly. The bodies hemming her in tighter to Griffin were
unwelcome. Weren’t they?
Damn, she needed to get away
from him, and fast. One more upward quirk of his mouth and she’d be wearing a
wedding band and apron.
.png)
Em Petrova lives in
backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy
named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write
gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching,
panty-soaking erotic romance.
Thanks so very much for being part of the tour today - Tonya
ReplyDelete