Tempting the Rancher
Leslie North
(Meier Ranch Brothers, #1)
Publication date: April 26th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Texas rancher Nathaniel Meier always puts his responsibilities first. With his father dead, his brothers away, and his mother off “finding herself,” it’s Nat who runs their sprawling ranch. But with cattle to sell and the bank breathing down his neck, he needs all the help he can get, even when that help comes from the last person he ever expected to see again—his childhood sweetheart January Rose.
Free-spirited January always dreamed of traveling the world. The moment she turned eighteen, she left Close Call, Texas behind and barely looked back. So now that she’s home, she intends to stay only long enough to earn some cash and get back on the road. But when she comes face to face with Nat Meier, she quickly realizes the boy she left behind is now all man.
Even for a nomad like January, wanderlust sometimes gets lonely, and Nat is the one person who’s called to her, even after a decade apart. But for a man ruled by responsibility and a woman whose suitcase is her home, the future is uncertain. And the closer they get, the more Nat worries he’s going to get burned…again.
Excerpt:
“Go right in,” Mona
had said.
“She’ll need a little
prodding to wake up,” Mona had said. Though some particularly hot memories of
that fact were probably not what Mona had in mind.
Nat stood inside
Mona’s trailer, hat in hand, as unable to decide where to look as a priest in a
whorehouse. On a white sheet spread across the bench seat, January lay asleep
on her belly, shirt ridden halfway up her tanned back, her ripe and round and
cheeky ass decorated with cherry-emblazoned panties. Her legs were sprawled, no
doubt from the dawn’s humidity, leaving him with morning glory that had nothing
to do with Mona’s vines out front.
Nat held his hat over
his fly, wiped his sweaty hand on his jeans, and reached for her shoulder.
“J?”
His slight jiggle of
her lithe body had no effect. Except on him.
Nat glanced around
for a way to wake her that didn’t involve his skin and her skin in direct
contact. He spotted a pail of cans to be recycled by the door and nudged it
over with his boot toe.
The aluminum
cacophony had January scrambling off the couch like he’d caught the cushions on
fire, which made his conundrum all the more uncomfortable. Her off-the-shoulder
shirt dipped wide and low enough that he glimpsed clear to her navel with the
most perfect orbs as scenery along the way.
“Nat…what the hell?”
Her words came out in breathy gusts. She put a palm over her heart, effectively
concealing his view. In typical January fashion, she sported a morning
sleepy-scowl in total contradiction to a familiar flush of cheeks and untamed hair.
He did a crisp
about-face that would have made Wes proud.
“I’m sorry. Mona said
to come wake you.”
“With beer cans?”
He had no answer, so
he moved on. “Willie has some work up at the house for you. Some calves that
need grooming—washing, oiling up their coat, hair clipped.”
“You wake every girl
up with sweet talk like this?” She had on her best stink face—he heard it in
her voice.
Again, he had no
answer, so he moved on. Nat could count the women he’d been with on one hand.
One hand where most fingers had been taken off by a rogue saw blade.
“Be up at the house
as soon as you can.” Nat headed toward the trailer door.
“Wait. I’ll get
dressed. You can give me a ride.”
Perfect. Just what
Nat needed in a tiny trailer with no privacy—to watch the love of his life
wrestle herself into a bra and jeans. In his quest to remain a gentleman, he
searched the place for a diversion, saw nothing but the inside of the hump
trailer, and headed for the morning sun.
“Stay, Nat. Nothing
you haven’t seen before.”
Her request had him
at a stop. Dead stop.
Author Bio:
Leslie North is the pen name for a critically-acclaimed author of women’s contemporary romance and fiction. The anonymity gives her the perfect opportunity to paint with her full artistic palette, especially in the romance and erotic fantasy genres.
The truth of the matter is she loves her fictional persona, Leslie North, more than her normal, day-to-day persona! Her bestselling books focus on strong characters and particularly women who aren’t afraid to challenge an alpha male. Inspired after years of travel, her stories are set all over the world, from the tough streets of Russia to the beautiful beaches of the middle east.
Leslie fell in love with romance when she first picked up a scrappy, dog-eared romance book from her local library. She began writing soon after and the rest, as they say, was history. She now lives in a cozy cottage on the British coast and enjoys taking long walks with her two Dalmatians, George and Fergie.
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