Cowboy On The Run blurb and excerpt
Running from a torrential past, Nate Walker had never planned on returning to a town where the only good thing had been a brunette-haired beauty with more compassion than he deserved. Finding himself on a ranch for boys facing the same issues not only taught him how to be a man, it taught him that there was more to life than running away. However, coming back for what he left behind was going to be anything other than easy.
Nate always did know how to make an entrance, once again turning Jessie Calhoun's routine life upside down. Unfortunately, he'd also had the same impact when he left her mending a broken heart in a cloud of dust and taillights. But this time would be different. No longer a gullible, naïive girl, she'd be a fool to fall under his spell again. Especially now that she had more at stake --two very important reasons!
Even after all these years, the sound of his deep, raspy voice still gave her chills and she hated herself for this lack of control. Her breath caught in her throat as his nearness caused a surge of excitement to course through her veins, overcoming the last little bit of her perseverance.
Sinfully, she allowed herself to relish, only for a moment, what they once had. Jessie caught herself inhaling his manly scent -- a distinct mixture of leather and masculinity. The heady fragrance rekindled faded memories she'd tried like hell to forget.
Flashes, like scenes from a movie, of a time when they had been inseparable. Nights spent holding hands and staring at the stars in the back of his beat up pickup. The dreams they'd shared, the hay barn, the creek....
"I'm not leaving here without you," he stated, leaving no room for argument.
As if she could. The though filtered away as quick as it appeared replaced by the blissful heat of his mouth scorching her neck. She closed her eyes as the longing she'd denied for years returned full force.
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine and she abandoned all thoughts. He reached for his hat, his body leaning into her and pulling her out of the lust-enhanced stupor.
She opened her eyes, drawn to a bouquet of small, purple flowers in the spot where the worn Stetson had been. A forgotten memory jilted her senses as she stared at the wildflowers, unsettled by such a romantic gesture.
"Not this time," he said huskily, seducing her with his words once more before making his way out of the bar. Cowboy On The Run http://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Run-Devon-McKay-ebook/dp/B0145P8JYO/