The mascot of my high school was the Lumberjacks. Later alumni purchased a statue of a hunky lumberjack posing with axe in his large hands, muscles bulging, to stand in the front courtyard. He inspired many wayward thoughts in our teenage minds back then.
After all... who doesn't love a hot lumberjack?
I live in the woods and dream one up on occasion.
Now, let's take that sexy fella and throw him into our mature, womanly minds.
Here's one in a sexy cover we can take home.
Blurb:
Logging manager Matt Shaw is wary when Kayla
Edwards, the owner of Mountain Specialty Spices, hires his firm to harvest
timber on her Appalachian property. It's a place he knows better than the back
of his calloused hand—it's his family's old homestead, lost years ago in a
painful foreclosure. He's hauled himself up from dirt-floor poor since then,
and resolves to stay professional…but Kayla's vivacious beauty makes it hard to
focus on his job.
Home. That's how army-brat-turned-foodie Kayla feels
about her new mountain hideaway. What's more, the hottest lumberjack ever to
swing an axe has agreed to manage her timber crop and get the old maple syrup
operations back on tap. Matt's ruggedly sexy ways and passion for the land have
her falling hard.
The heat between them grows wild…until Kayla
discovers that Matt hasn't been up front with her. She feels devastated and,
worst of all, used. How can Matt prove it's her he wants and not her land?
Do I have your attention?
Here's your teaser for today:
Kayla waved a hand at the tree.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Measuring the DBH.”
“DBH?”
“Diameter, breast high. To make a
mathematical estimate on how much board footage is in each tree.”
Sharp white teeth nibbled at her
lip. “Uh, you’re like what, six foot something?”
“Six-one.”
“Right. And I’m five-eight. We have
different breast height. How does that work?”
His eyes dropped to her bustline and
that smear. Her breast height would fit snugly into his chest and would work
just fine. He cleared his throat.
“There is a leeway of about twelve
to eighteen inches.” He motioned to the hickory. “Just use the center of your
chest. A measurement from anywhere in that range normally works.”
A purring sound poured from her
throat as she stepped closer. The tips of her breasts grazed his shirtfront.
She tilted her head and looked up at him with a playful slant along her lips.
“Look at that. You’re right. This range works pretty well.”
She smelled of sharp spices,
fresh pine and sun-warmed woman. His stomach clenched with a hunger that had
little to do with food. Every masculine instinct he had screamed to drop his
head and kiss her, to push her back against that hickory and show her a hardwood
of a different variety.
“Lumberjacks are sexy as
hell, know that?”
Heat brewed between them.
Heat he couldn’t return out of self-preservation.
“I’m not a lumberjack, I’m a
forester.”
Her fingers lifted, tracing
along his upper arm, and he fought the urge to tighten his biceps. “What’s the
difference?”
Matt gritted his teeth.
“About a hundred years.”
Kayla moved in. Full breasts
pressed into his chest, and her hands dropped to his waist. She circled her
hips and his erection leaped. Her tongue touched her lip again. “Hmm, how much
does wood grow in a hundred years?”
Lust tightened, drew hard
inside him until the only thing he could feel was his dick throbbing in his
pants. He wanted her naked and under him, now. His feet moved without thought,
forcing her back until her spine hit the hickory, his free hand curling around
her hip.
A soft gasp escaped her but
her hands flew to his shoulders. Dark pupils wide and shining, Kayla stared,
tilting her chin up to offer him her mouth. Her kiss was his for the taking. He
lowered his head, his lips a mere fraction of an inch from hers.
“Kayla.” He swallowed his
groan. “I can’t.”
The Best Journeys are the Ones That Bring You Home... Country Roads
TAKE ME HOME -Inez Kelley
Book 1 in the Country Roads Series
November 25, 2013 - Carina Press
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INEZ KELLEY was born and bred in the mountains of West Virginia. Although you can never take the hillbilly out of the girl, her knight in shining armor transplanted her to the Midwest along with their teenage drama queen, Spawnetta, and the Demolition Duo – Damien and his twin, the Omen.
