Today we are part of the blog tour for HOMETOWN COWBOY by Sara Richardson. This is the first book in her brand new series, Rocky Mountain Riders. You can buy it now and pre-order the next book in the series, Comeback Cowboy!
About HOMETOWN COWBOY:
NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A COWBOY
Jessa Mae Love is done with relationships. No matter how tempting he might be, she cannot--will not--fall for a man like Lance Cortez. The outrageously handsome cowboy is practically a living legend in Colorado, as famous for riding bulls as he is for breaking hearts. What would a big-time rodeo star like him see in a small-town veterinarian who wears glasses, rescues animals, and cries when watching rom-coms? Turns out, plenty.
Raising bulls, riding the circuit, and looking after his ailing father--Lance never stands still for long. Yet Jessa catches his attention, and the more she tries to resist him, the more he wants her. When she agrees to move to the ranch to keep an eye on Lance's dad, Jessa tells him they have to keep it professional: no flirting, no sweet talk, and definitely no kissing. But with Jessa now living under his roof, that's easier said than done . . .
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What reviewers are saying about Sara Richardson's novels...
"Charming, witty, and fun. There's no better read. I enjoyed every word!"―Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man
"Richardson's debut packs a powerful emotional punch. [Her] deft characterization creates a hero and heroine who will elicit laughs in some places and tears in others."―Publishers Weekly on No Better Man
"4 stars! Hot! Richardson brings us a modern read set in beautiful Aspen. Her brisk storytelling and the charming, endearing characters set within a solid, engaging plot make this sweet romance shine. A strong and vulnerable Bryce, coupled with a determined, lighthearted Avery, will appeal to readers, especially with their sizzling chemistry. This is a truly delightful read."―RT Book Reviews on No Better Man
"Fresh, fun, well-written, a dazzling debut."―Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man
"The perfect balance of humor, heart and heat. I couldn't put it down! Sara Richardson will sweep you away."―Christie Craig, New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man
"An enjoyable read. Richardson's spunky, baseball-lovin' heroine is delightful!"―Katie Lane, USA Today bestselling author on No Better Man
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
BIO: Sara Richardson grew up chasing adventure in Colorado’s rugged mountains. She’s climbed to the top of a 14,000-foot peak at midnight, swam through Class IV rapids, completed her wilderness first-aid certification, and spent seven days at a time tromping through the wilderness with a thirty-pound backpack strapped to her shoulders. Eventually, Sara did the responsible thing and got an education in writing and journalism. After five years in the corporate writing world, she stopped ignoring the voices in her head and started writing fiction. Now, she uses her experience as a mountain adventure guide to write stories that incorporate adventure with romance. Still indulging her adventurous spirit, Sara lives and plays in Colorado with her saint of a husband and two young sons. Her first contemporary romance, No Better Man, was released by Grand Central forever 2015.
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Before she could stop herself, Jessa darted her gaze to the right and yes, ladies and gentlemen, there was Lance Cortez in all of his bull-riding glory. Chap-clad legs cinched down over the steer’s wide girth, back arched, free arm whipping over his head in a graceful rhythm. Sweat drenched his blue T-shirt, making it cling to every chiseled muscle, and that black cowboy hat on his head made him look downright dangerous.
The maniacal bull snorted and jackknifed his body, but Lance held on, those powerful arms fully engaged, and god they had to be as big around as the fence posts she was loading. Then there were his hands. There was something so seductive about large, rugged hands skilled in the art of holding on. She’d like to bet they were skilled in other arts, too.
A slow heated breath eased out as she thought about all of the places those hands could hold her body.
Lance continued the dance--that’s how he made it look, graceful and choreographed--riding that steer like he owned it. In complete control.
Wooooowwww. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t take her eyes off him. His body was actually built for this, muscle stacked on muscle, tendons as thick as ropes. The more the bull bucked, the more Lance seemed to come alive.
Awe surged through her, nearly buckling her knees, turning her arms weak.
The fence post dropped from her hands and slammed onto her toes. Pain shredded through her feet.
“Ow!” she screamed as she fell to her knees to push the thing off.
The post rolled down to the ATV.
“Oh no!” she heard Gracie screech. “Hold on, Uncle Lance!”
Jessa looked up. Lance had turned his head in her direction, which threw off his form. The beast below him bucked and kicked its legs in the air.
Jessa scrambled to her knees.
Lance was trying to recover, hands both grasping, but his body was being tossed violently. With a final snorting fury, the bull threw his head back, a horn connecting with Lance, then leaped and sent him flying toward the fence.
“Oh god!” Jessa shot to her feet and hobble-ran the perimeter. It was horrible seeing him sprawled there. He could be dead!
Tucker was already out in the corral, luring the bull away from Lance. Somehow Jessa managed to squeeze herself between the fence posts and sprint to him, but her foot caught a rock. Momentum pitched her forward and launched her right on top of Lance.
His wide eyes stared into hers. They were open. And he was breathing.
“Are you okay?” she choked out. The lingering pain in her toes throbbed with the fast pulse of her heart.
“Of course I’m okay,” he said with an amused smile. “That’s not the first time I’ve been tossed, Jessa.”
His eyes were so pretty. Grayish blue with heavy thick lashes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting his head.
Oh. Right. She was still lying on him.
The maniacal bull snorted and jackknifed his body, but Lance held on, those powerful arms fully engaged, and god they had to be as big around as the fence posts she was loading. Then there were his hands. There was something so seductive about large, rugged hands skilled in the art of holding on. She’d like to bet they were skilled in other arts, too.
A slow heated breath eased out as she thought about all of the places those hands could hold her body.
Lance continued the dance--that’s how he made it look, graceful and choreographed--riding that steer like he owned it. In complete control.
Wooooowwww. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t take her eyes off him. His body was actually built for this, muscle stacked on muscle, tendons as thick as ropes. The more the bull bucked, the more Lance seemed to come alive.
Awe surged through her, nearly buckling her knees, turning her arms weak.
The fence post dropped from her hands and slammed onto her toes. Pain shredded through her feet.
“Ow!” she screamed as she fell to her knees to push the thing off.
The post rolled down to the ATV.
“Oh no!” she heard Gracie screech. “Hold on, Uncle Lance!”
Jessa looked up. Lance had turned his head in her direction, which threw off his form. The beast below him bucked and kicked its legs in the air.
Jessa scrambled to her knees.
Lance was trying to recover, hands both grasping, but his body was being tossed violently. With a final snorting fury, the bull threw his head back, a horn connecting with Lance, then leaped and sent him flying toward the fence.
“Oh god!” Jessa shot to her feet and hobble-ran the perimeter. It was horrible seeing him sprawled there. He could be dead!
Tucker was already out in the corral, luring the bull away from Lance. Somehow Jessa managed to squeeze herself between the fence posts and sprint to him, but her foot caught a rock. Momentum pitched her forward and launched her right on top of Lance.
His wide eyes stared into hers. They were open. And he was breathing.
“Are you okay?” she choked out. The lingering pain in her toes throbbed with the fast pulse of her heart.
“Of course I’m okay,” he said with an amused smile. “That’s not the first time I’ve been tossed, Jessa.”
His eyes were so pretty. Grayish blue with heavy thick lashes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting his head.
Oh. Right. She was still lying on him.
