SOMETIMES ALL LOVE NEEDS IS A LITTLE LUCK
Allie Logan isn't the type to land a hot hunk of cowboy. Truth is, she's given up on dating since shedding her no-good ex. But the new owner of the most ramshackle ranch in Texas might just change her mind about that. He's six-foot-plus of tall, dark, and charming-the kind of guy who could make a girl throw caution to the wind . . . or the kind of guy who could break her heart.
Blake Dawson hopes he can make Lucky Penny Ranch finally live up to its name, but the property needs a ton of work. Allie and her carpentry skills are his best shot at getting things in order. Besides the fact that her brown eyes and dangerous curves have him roped and tied. Now Blake only needs to convince her that a wild cowboy can be tamed by love-and she's just the one to do it . . .
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author and RITA® Finalist, Carolyn Brown, has published more than sixty books.
Brown presently writes both women's fiction and cowboy romance. She has also written historical single title, historical series, contemporary single title and contemporary series. She lives in southern Oklahoma with her husband, a former English teacher, who is not allowed to read her books until they are published. They have three children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.
At midnight Deke
handed Allie the keys to his truck and said, “Place closes at two. Frankie says
y’all can stay long as you want. Leave the keys on the front seat, Blake. I’ve
got a lady who says she can make a mean breakfast come daylight.” He grinned and
disappeared in a fog of smoke.
“One more dance?”
Blake asked.
Allie stood up and
moved out to the middle of the empty floor as Sam Cooke sang “Bring it on
Home.” She wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck and smiled up at him. “It’s not
hard to imagine my granny in her best dress out here on this very floor dancin’
with my grandpa to this song.”
“Who says she came
here with your grandpa. Maybe it was with Walter,” he teased.
“I don’t want to
think about that.” She leaned back and looked up at him.
She’d said no more
kisses but those dark brown eyes mesmerized him. He tipped up her chin and
whispered, “Then let’s think about this.”
His lips closed
over hers and his arms pulled her tighter against his chest, his tongue finding
its way inside her mouth, tasting the peach pie moonshine. Finally, she put her
hands on his chest and pushed.
“Blake, I told you
about that,” she said.
Her tone wasn’t
every convincing so he brushed another kiss across her lips. “I was just seeing
if the peach pie tasted better on your lips than it straight from the glass.”
“Have you always
been a charmer,” she smiled.
“I can’t help it
when I’m around you. You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are or how you
affect a man, do you, darlin’?”
“On that note, I
think it’s time for you to take me home.” She blushed, shrugged and threw up
her palms all at once. It was so damned cute he wanted to kiss her again. “I
mean, take me to my home, so don’t look at me like that.”
The dance ended
and he led her out to the truck, wished the whole way back through the rutted
road and to the county road leading home that she was sitting as close to him
as she had been on the way to Frankie’s, and cussing himself for wanting her
for more than a friend.
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