Bucked (The Invincibles Book 6) by Heather Slade
She’s a city slicker. He’s a cowboy to the core. Together, opposites may attract but, will sparks fly.
Getting called back to the ranch,
After my dad dies,
I know I have my work cut out for me.
As a CIA operative,
I can juggle it all.
But when she needs my help,
I can’t possibly refuse.
After all, she’s the sexiest city slicker,
This Buck has ever seen.
My heart and soul is in the city.
The last place I ever saw myself was on a ranch,
And smelling like a barn all day.
But I need his help,
And he needs mine,
Whether he realizes it or not.
As for him,
The most rugged and irresistible man I’ve ever known,
I can make this sacrifice.
After all, this city filly could use a BUCK of her own.
While each book in the Invincibles series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.
Excerpt Bucked by Heather Slade
I led Stella into a western wear shop and over to a rack of jeans.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she muttered.
I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Try on one pair. For me.” My smile broadened when she went into the dressing room with no fewer than six.
I stood right outside, hoping she’d model at least one pair for me. “Stella?” I said when I decided it had been long enough for her to take off the pants she was wearing and slip the jeans on. I held my breath when I saw the doorknob turn.
“Wow,” I mumbled under my breath. She had her back to me and damn if the pair she wore didn’t hug her ass in all the ways I imagined they would. I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was close by and slipped into the room with her. I closed the door behind me and grabbed her bottom with both hands.
Stella giggled. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure they fit.” I squeezed both cheeks and then spun her around, admiring the way they looked from the front just as much. “Your body was made to wear jeans, Stella.”
“There are a couple others I really like,” she said, flipping through the hangers.
“Try them all on.”
“Overkill would be if I went back out there and grabbed all the pairs I wanted to see on you.”
She put her hand on the waistband.
“Go ahead. Take them off.”
“You need to step out.” I sat in the chair instead; I loved the way her cheeks flushed bright red. “Take them off, darlin’.” I watched as she peeled them from her body, wishing I had offered to do it for her. “You are so damn sexy,” I murmured, pulling her over to me, so I could put my hands on her bare bottom. I put my finger under the strap of her thong. “By the way, I love this.”