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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Cover Reveal for Slow Ride Home by Leah Braemel
Slow Ride Home
by Leah Braemel
Contemporary Western Romance
Release Date: 11/11/13
Losing his father was hard enough, but now Ben Grady must face the fact that he and his brother may not be sole owners of their beloved ranch. To protect his family’s legacy, he’s forced to rely on the legal prowess of the woman who stars in his erotic fantasies: Allie O’Keefe. Ben’s never forgotten the illicit encounter they shared fifteen years ago—or forgiven himself for letting her go.
Allie thought she’d moved beyond the scandal that cost her Ben in the past. But working so closely with the seductive rancher arouses the wild child within the cautious woman she’s become. Though she tries to keep business and pleasure separate, Allie soon gives in to temptation, and discovers Ben’s sensual skills surpass even her X-rated memories…
Allie has every intention of leaving Bull’s Hollow forever after her investigation is complete. But there are a few complications. Not the least of which is that while saving the ranch, Allie’s lost her heart.
If someone had told Allie O’Keefe fifteen years ago
that she’d set even one toe on Bull’s Hollow Ranch again, she’d have cussed
them out. After she’d decked them. Which explained why Allie jammed her foot on
the brake when she reached the ranch’s wrought-iron gate. Or maybe she stopped
because of the man talking to a group of ranch hands in front of the ranch’s
trailer office. It wasn’t just his weathered brown Stetson that stood out from
the standard baseball caps the others wore. After a casual glance in her
direction, he resumed talking.
Read More after the Jump!
Even from this far away she could tell who he was—Ben Grady, the first
man she’d ever loved. Just as he had back in high school, he still managed to
set butterflies fluttering in her stomach, although right now they felt more
like boulders tumbling in a spin dryer.
Ben Grady was the quintessential cowboy, from the way he stood with his
thumbs hooked through a belt loop, leaving his fingers to drum on the worn
leather of his chaps, right down to his dust-covered boots. He could step back
in the 1800s and live in the Wild West with no problems. The only thing missing
was the six-shooter at his hip.
He hasn’t seen you yet. You
could still turn around. Plead with her boss once again to have someone else assigned
to the case. Although all her previous attempts had earned her was a “suck it
up, buttercup” comment from her boss.
Two of his men strutted over to ATVs parked neatly in a row by the bar
while the other took the reins of the bay horse. Finally freed of whatever
responsibility had been keeping his attention, Ben faced her.
One look at that straight nose and angular jaw and bam, her body
Not good, not good, not good, she repeated. You’re not eighteen years old anymore. And you didn’t do anything wrong.
Right. She could do this.
Taking a shaky breath, she parked her car beside the mud-crusted white
pickup, its dual rear wheels dwarfing her small sedan. Tucking her case beneath
her arm, she picked her way across the gravel-strewn yard. She really shouldn’t
have worn her heels today, but her pride wanted to show off that she’d traded
in her work boots for kick-ass stilettos that stopped traffic. Her
not-so-subtle see what you missed out on
statement. Which would be lost if she twisted her ankle.
His gaze locked on her, Ben leaned against the stair railing in his
oh-so-casual way. When they’d dated, she’d loved how he’d stop to watch her
approach. Now she felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion. No, not such a
proud animal. The Gradys were scavengers. Vultures, ready to pick the flesh
from the bones of anyone who got in their way.
He’d filled out from the rangy teenager she’d known. He’d always been
strong, but his muscles were more defined, the light cotton shirt tight across
his chest and wide shoulders. His biceps bulged as he gripped the stair
railing, hinting at the strength to lift and haul both hay bales and stray
Ben tipped his hat up with one finger and shot her a lazy grin that
melted her a little inside. His gaze swept down her body, blazing a path even
hotter than the sun, then returned to meet hers. The lines at the corners of
his sky-blue eyes gave him a distinguished air.
“You’re early. I wasn’t expecting you for another half hour.”
His voice still had the low roughness that had driven her crazy,
especially when they were lying skin-to-skin. Damn it, she’d gotten over him,
so why was the ache in her chest back? She took a deep breath but the anguish
Clutching her case tight under her arm, she stopped in front of him and
shielded her eyes from the morning sun. “Hello, Ben.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Allie? What are you doing here?”
Her breath rushed out at the realization he hadn’t recognized her. If
there’d been even a hint of friendliness to his voice, she might not have
snapped, “I’m here to save your ass.”