River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
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You Never Forget Your
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Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as
they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your
heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us
for a ride you'll never forget.
FEATURING:
River’s Edge by Gem
Sivad
From gunslinger to ranch owner. He's finding respectability a lot more
dangerous than his former life of sin.
Forget Me Knot by
Lori King
Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a
mistake?
Cowboy Crazy by Em
Petrova
Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have
struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the
ranch they love so much.
Watching Fireflies by
Jaycee Ford
A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn't.
Sweet As Candy by
Sidda Lee Rain
She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is...if he can
convince her to give an ol' rodeo bum a chance.
Lazarus by Beth
Williamson
Being a Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one
stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.
The Heartsong Cowboy
by Melissa Keir
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?
Gimme Some Sugar by
Stephanie Berget
She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to
whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.
Her Fated Cowboy by
Donna Michaels
Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only
heart fate has damaged.
Cowboy Proud by D’Ann
Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find
love again?
Davis: Letters of
Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two
strong wills together.
Make Mine a Cowboy by
Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes fantasy cowboys for a living...but she never expected to find
her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.
Chocolate Cowboy by
Kirsten Lynn
Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the
town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.
Montana Bachelor by
Hildie McQueen
Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won't mind complications of elite
society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…
Cowboys Never Fold by
Lexi Post
A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy
owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.
Under Pressure by
Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a
cowboy's heart.
Jake: Men of Clifton
by Susan Fisher Davis
He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that
wants nothing to do with him?
The Real McCoy by
Sabrina York
She mistakes him for a stripper...he is happy to comply!
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River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
River
Prescott has everything she's ever wanted—except perhaps a man. The
unconventional ranch owning artist is very certain she doesn't want a husband.
But sometimes she can't help wishing for a lover; especially after her new
neighbor trespasses and she gets a full-frontal view of his assets.
Edge
Grayson moves onto the rundown spread he's inherited, expecting to stay aloof
from nearby town business. But between local artist, River Prescott's
determination to seduce him and protecting her from a killer on the prowl, the
ex-gunslinger is finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former
life of sin.
READ AN EXCERPT
Since she hadn’t made the cowboy aware
that she’d been spying on his fence building activities all morning, River
Prescott was forced to remain crouched in the willow tree, unable to leave
until the he did.
When he mounted his horse, she relaxed.
But then instead of leaving, he rode his horse across the water to her side of
the river. Before she could anticipate his intentions or call out a warning of
her presence, he dismounted and ground-tied his horse, pulling his shirt over
his head and dropping it.
After he unbuckled his gun belt, he
removed the chaps he wore over his denims. Swiftly he shed the rest of his
clothes, discarding them all, before reaching into his saddlebag and pulling
out a sliver of soap and a drying cloth.
Shocked, but still grasping her pencil,
River leaned forward, almost falling from her hiding spot as she prepared
to draw her first nude subject. She studied the sun-kissed figure as he
dropped the towel and walked into the river.
He stood thigh deep with his back
turned toward her and she admired the flex of his shoulder muscles as he
reached low, scooping water to wet his face and chest. Lathering first one
armpit then the other, he bent again, cupping water to rinse the dark tufts of
hair sprouting there.
Momentarily distracted by his fine form,
River stopped sketching and stared at the taut muscles in his buttocks, noting
the jagged scar ruining the contour of the left cheek. And then he turned
around.
Hidden behind her screen of willow
branches, River detailed the heavy shoulder muscles, the pelt of dark chest
hair, and the sharp hipbones framing the flat belly. She bit her bottom lip,
concentrating as she feathered light pencil strokes mimicking the fine hairs
that led to his groin.
A line of water caught the sun, glistening
as it streamed from his chest, down his flat stomach, collecting in beaded
drops on the hair surrounding his manhood. As though her scrutiny had caused
the action, he fisted his hand around his shaft, pumping the flesh until it
became engorged.
A blush started in River’s toes, rising in
a flood of heat scalding her insides. She stifled a nervous gasp,
forcing her gaze away from the intimate act and back to the harsh planes of his
face.
Almost casually, he rinsed, walked out of
the water to his pile of clothes, picked up his gun, and pointed it at the
approximate place where she crouched in the tree.
“Come down from there now or I start
shooting.”
“Please go away,” she called to him,
hastily cramming her sketchbook into her satchel. She had every reason to
believe this stern-voiced stranger might actually carry out his threat. The
sound of her voice identifying her gender seemed to jar him a bit.
He lowered the gun, pulling on his
trousers and stepping into his boots before walking beneath the willow.
“You coming down?” he growled.
“No,” she answered, estimating the
distance to the ground from the limb where she perched. She might have to jump
and run. Cloaked behind a screen of leaves, she couldn’t see his actions or
anticipate his intentions.
“Guess I’ll have to come up to meet you,
then.” The tree swayed under his weight as he began to climb.
About the Author
Hi,
I’m Gem Sivad. When I moved to the southern part of an enchanted kingdom and found
my Prince Charming, he inspired me to write romance.
Although I have hermit tendencies, occasionally I venture out of the writer’s den to meet readers at book signing events. I hope we someday meet, but in case we miss each other, you can find Gem Sivad at the cyber locations below:
*Facebook @ facebook.com/GemSivadAuthor.
*Website @ gemsivad.com
*Newsletter @ http://gemsivad.com/subscribe/
Although I have hermit tendencies, occasionally I venture out of the writer’s den to meet readers at book signing events. I hope we someday meet, but in case we miss each other, you can find Gem Sivad at the cyber locations below:
*Facebook @ facebook.com/GemSivadAuthor.
*Website @ gemsivad.com
*Newsletter @ http://gemsivad.com/subscribe/
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