After five lonely years out west, Chad Butler spots a curvy beauty in the crowd at his hometown honky-tonk and knows he has to have her. He’s going to lasso this little filly straight into his bed – and into his life.
Rachel Sweeting enjoys the peace she’s found in the middle of miles of cornfields with her Aunt Jessie. Her new life keeps her safely tucked away from the pain and embarrassment of her past. But, when her truck breaks down in the middle of the night and a hunky cowboy rides to the rescue, she’s knocked straight out of her boots.
Her romance books have told her love-at-first-sight is real and for the first time, Rachel is a believer. But when a dangerous past connection threatens their ride into the sunset, will Chad’s devotion to his woman be enough to save the day?
Author’s Note: This cowboy hasn’t touched a woman in years, and when he falls, it’s hard and fast, making for an instant love connection and obsessed alpha hotness. If you’re looking for love-at-first-sight, NO cheating and filthy sweetness, come sit a spell but bring a fan, it’s hot.
Wrangler by Dani Wyatt
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
So…before I start writing this review let me just explain some of the things that you might see in my review, such as terrible spelling mistakes, poor judge of character and so on. Well…here’s the thing. I blame it all on my three hours of sleep, since I stayed up so late to finish this book. It’s all your fault book! Look what you did to me, making me so hyped up to read you and now look at me! Am a walking freaking zombie. Shame on you, SHAME ON YOU!!!
But seriously, all jokes aside, I liked the story! It’s an insta lust/love story for Chad and Rachel, or as Chad likes to call her his Dove, she’s not that far behind from developing feelings for him. You could say she is the ‘normal’ teenage girl who falls for the guys charms. Chad on the other hand, he’s broody and bossy and just a man who knows what he wants from the get go. His POV is so fun to read, he’s got the alpha act down to the t! God help anyone who looks at his woman in a wrong way. There is one scene, more at the beginning, where that side of him comes to life like a hurricane and I loved every second of it. The hero is so completely gone for his girl, it’s sometimes hard to believe what his thoughts are like. He’s a hot piece I wouldn’t mind taking a bite off. And don’t even get me started on his animal lover side. Just, too perfect, really. Thank you writers for making such great book Boyfriends that we can’t ever find in real life. It’s the small tings that count in life, right, right?
Now, as for Rachel. She comes of as this timid mouse but with moments where she’s the cat and her pray is the mouse. I have mixed feelings about her. I don’t know if I liked her enough to deserve Chad or if I just simply didn’t care that much for her character. I don’t know, so don’t hate me. I’m sleep deprived, damn it! Anyway, yeah…but I did love her aunt, she’s a cool persona for her age (not that she’s that old or anything). but I didn’t like Chad’s friend, ‘the manwhore’ as I like to call him. I just felt nothing likable about him, especially after the first scene. Yuck…
The plot is great, flow is kinda also great but the pacing and some scenes…well…this is not a short book (over 200 pages), so it’s safe to say some things I could have gone without. At times it almost bored me to read about things that had little importance to the story as a whole. But everything besides that was quite enjoyable.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
“Lean back. I just want to see something. I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know anything about you,” she stutters but she leans back, her hands moving to support her body as she settles against the cotton feed sack behind her.
“Yes you do. You know a lot about me.” I flip the final few inches of her skirt up to her waist, my eyes dropping from her parted, pink lips to see the matching hush of cotton panties covering what’s now mine. “You watched me tonight as much as I watched you. You can learn a lot about someone from watching.”
“I wasn’t watching you.” She does her best to sound indignant and I stifle my chuckle.
“See, like right now.” I drag my fingertips over the slip of fabric between her legs, feeling the warmth and the wetness that’s seeped through. “You’re watching me.” I give her a little grin. Even under my thick beard, I know she sees me.
Fuck, her panties are soaked through and I rasp my fingers over where her clit is hiding under there, listening to the way her breathing hitches and catches with each slight movement of my hand.
I keep my fingers moving, my eyes on hers as I groan the words that fill my throat. “That feels good. So good.” Even my crazy ass knuckles are happy right now just because they get to touch her. That’s how good she feels. My eyes move from her face to watch my hand and the sight makes another few drops of cum drip out of my dick.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Her words don’t match the needy shiver in her voice.
“You’re not doing this, I’m doing this. You’re thanking me. And I told you what I want.”
“What?” Her voice shakes as my fingers trace around the elastic between her pussy and the sensitive crease of her inner thigh making her twitch under my touch.
I push the offending fabric away, slipping the backs of my fingers inside. When my touch meets the first soft brush of her hairless lips I think I might lose my shit right there.
“I said, I want to know how you taste. And that, my sweet Dove, is going to require you spreading your legs and my tongue licking right here.” I dip a fingertip into her folds. She’s hot and dripping as I caress just inside her juicy cunt.
“These have to go,” I mutter, my other hand pulling her panties down a bit more, then reaching into my pocket and flipping open my knife. In one swift motion, before she even knows what’s happening, I slice the blade through the soft fabric and it falls free, still caught under her luscious ass but her slick bare pussy is on full display and I’m captivated.
I snap the blade closed and slip it back into my pocket as her wide eyes look down to see her naked flesh exposed to me.
She shudders, her head falling back and her hair cascades off her shoulders and down her back as she loses the last few inches of her upright position and melts against the feed sacks.
When I do put my cock inside her where it belongs, she will own my ass forever, but I’m pretty sure she already does. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, Dove, so I can taste you on them for the rest of the night. Then, it’s going to be my tongue. You want that, don’t you? You want my tongue inside this pretty cunt.”
I massage her hard little button and she collapses the rest of the way, boneless onto the sacks of feed. Her hands fly to her face, her palms pressing to cover her eyes as her mouth opens. She likes my filthy talk, and that’s good, because I’m going to tell her exactly how much I want her and all the things I intend to do to her. I may be a soft spoken country boy, but she’s released every filthy, depraved thought I’ve stored up and in my mind and it’s poetry.
I explore, shifting my thumb to rub in easy, smooth circles around her clit, reaching two long fingers low to scoop out the nectar that is already streaming from her. “Jesus, you’re so wet. It’s so fucking beautiful.” A little more pressure from my calloused thumb and I slip a finger into her heat. She’s tight as fuck, and my mind can’t stop playing over and over how she will feel the first time I sink my dick into her.
My hard-on is painful, but I know I would lose all control if I let him out, and my little dove isn’t going to have her first time with me in the back of a pickup truck on the side of the road. No, she deserves so much more, and I’m the man who is going to give it to her, just not tonight.
She presses herself upward into my fingers and lets out a whimper, throwing her hands off her eyes and above her head. Her body is tight, like a bow string ready to release.
“Spread your legs, Dove. Wider.” I push my finger into her until she gasps. “Let me see how pretty that pussy is in the moonlight.” Her breath halts, then she does as I say and that bow string pulls back tighter and tighter. When she finally opens her legs to me, I give her what she needs.
Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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