Tempt Me, Cowboy
By Megan Crane
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Jasper Flint made himself filthy rich in the Texas oil business by the age of 35. Now he wants a quieter life and building a microbrewery in Marietta, Montana is the perfect project.
Neither one of them knows what to do with the passion that explodes between them! But Chelsea knows a man like Jasper will never stay in one place for too long. Can he convince her that this time, he means to stay?
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53.5 stars Too much temptation… Chelsea Collier wants nothing more than to save the old depot built by her railway baron ancestor and turn it into a museum—until it’s sold out from under her! Jasper Flint made himself filthy rich in the Texas oil business by the age of 35. Now he wants a quieter life and building a microbrewery in Marietta, Montana is the perfect project. Neither one of them knows what to do with the passion that explodes between them! But Chelsea knows a man like Jasper will never stay in one place for too long. Can he convince her that this time, he means to stay? Synopsis from AmazonTEMPT ME, COWBOY is my first Montana Born book.Chelsea Crawford Collier is a small town girl who’s allowing herself to grow old before her time. She teaches history at the high school but she lives it as well. She doesn’t have a choice, or does she? I adored Chelsea and was rooting for her 100%. It’s not easy to become who you truly are vs who people expect and make you out to be.Jasper Flint is a multi-millionaire from Dallas. Jasper just bought the Crawford Depot intending to turn it into a microbrewery putting himself at cross purposes with Chelsea. She’s been trying to raise money to buy the depot and turn it into a museum. Jasper is all Texas cowboy confidence and sexy. He sees the true Chelsea hiding beneath the frumpy clothes and prissy attitude and he’s just the man to bring that dormant Chelsea into the world.His nickname for Chelsea is adorable.A snippet of their second meeting sets the tone and fun for my first delightful visit to Marietta, Montana. “It sounds so pitiful when you say it.”“Not at all, darlin’,” he heard himself say, more drawl than sense. “I’m an excellent way to start a downward spiral. We’ll have you table dancing within the week.”He thought he saw the glimmer of a smile in the corner of her mouth.TEMPT ME, COWBOY is just the ticket to heat up your cold winter night.Reviewed by IvyD for Miss Ivy's Book Nook
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Jasper Flint roars into Marietta on his motorcycle disrupting the calm boring life Chelsea Collins has been living. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. Seems her life might need a little excitement
This is a fun sexy read that everyone needs to grab and enjoy!! - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Loved this book. Sexy and fun.
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Tempt Me, Cowboy - Megan Crane
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Chapter One
She was exactly the kind of trouble he didn’t need.
Jasper Flint could see the woman from halfway down the block, like a shot of bright color against the weathered old brick of his newest acquisition. She hadn’t been there when he’d left the railway depot earlier that morning for a run around the outskirts of Marietta, Montana, his brand new home. There’d been nothing but the crisp blue dawn, the hint of the coming winter already there in the chill of the late September morning while Copper Mountain stood high above the town, a sleepy blue and purple giant slouching in the distance.
And the quiet. The blessed quiet and more of the same on the wind. A far cry from the noisy, frantic, nonstop life he’d left behind in Dallas.
An hour and a leisurely five miles later, Jasper was more than ready to face a long day of renovations, the current highlight of the best decision he’d ever made: his early retirement at thirty-five. He was ready to lose himself in the simple joy of making instead of taking, the sheer, hard won happiness in transforming something old into something new. He wasn’t ready for whatever trouble this woman had brought with her, the storm of it swirling around her despite the early morning sunlight and the clear fall day, practically casting the whole street in her shadow.
It was there in the way she stood waiting for him, impatient hands on her sweet hips and her chin tilted up—belligerent and scrappy, like she wanted to exchange a few punches right there in the street. It made him smile. He wouldn’t mind getting his hands on her, blonde and cute and with legs that could inspire a man to wax a little poetic even in the blandly conservative clothes she wore, and preferably before she opened her mouth and ruined the perfectly decent fantasy he already had going on.
But he knew her type. Prissy and disapproving, spring-loaded way too tight and, unless he misread that downturned mouth of hers and the glare she aimed at him like she already knew him, constitutionally unhappy.
Not—it went without saying—the sort of woman he usually found hanging around, waiting for him to show up. Not enough cleavage, for one thing. And definitely not enough teased hair. He liked his women cheap and obvious and all but flashing neon signs above their heads to shout out their availability.
This woman looked like trouble. Expensive trouble and a whole lot of work. He was in the market for neither.
Jasper slowed to a stroll as he drew near, eyeing her not-nearly-tight-enough pants and definitely-not-slinky-enough top, that thick blonde hair twisted back from her face in a way that shouted sensible, with something uncomfortably close to regret. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman like this—her figure concealed by her outfit instead of starkly presented to him like a Vegas buffet—throw herself at him the way the bimbos did so easily. But that was the paradox, of course. The good girls had steered well clear of him even before he’d had money, like he had darkness grafted onto his very bones and they could scent it in the wind.
He’d learned to live with cheap and calculating. He’d even have said he liked it, the predictability and the ease of that kind of woman, the uncomplicated nature of such mercenary transactions, until now.
Sorry,
he said when he was close, letting his Texas roots have their way with his drawl, and surprised to discover he meant it. You’re not really my type.
She blinked, her lips parting slightly, which drew his attention to what might have been the most carnal mouth in the whole of the West. It hit him like a hammer, pounding an impossible lust through his body to pool in his sex.
What the hell?
I—what?
It was like she could read his mind, and it made her stammer.
I like easy and sleazy.
He grinned slightly, imagining that mouth of hers engaged in practices that would fall under both headings. I’m afraid I’m true to my redneck roots.
He flipped the bottom of his ratty green Stars t-shirt up to wipe at his face, and when he lowered it, was more delighted than he should have been to find her staring at his abdomen with a look on her face that suggested he’d smacked her over the head with a hammer of his own. His grin widened. I don’t really go for the disapproving schoolmarm thing. But I sure do appreciate the thought.
She blinked again. Then understanding flooded over her surprisingly readable face and Jasper watched in fascination as she went pale, then a deep red. A blush? When was the last time he’d seen a woman blush? His ex-wife had been incapable of it—and, for that matter, just about everything else it turned out a marriage required.
Jasper banished thoughts of that blessedly short-lived disaster, and concentrated on the woman in front of him instead. He couldn’t seem to keep himself from imagining what that blush might look like in far more interesting places. And were those freckles across her delicate cheeks, complicating the creamy sweep of her skin?
He didn’t understand why he found that so intriguing. Or why it made him want in a way he hadn’t felt in so long, it took him a moment or two to recognize what that particular feeling, sharp and intense and roaring in him so loudly, even was.
It’s seven thirty in the morning.
She sounded scandalized. Her eyes were a blue to rival the Montana sky, and they widened in what had to be horror, which he felt like a heat wave throughout his body, reminding him how dark and perverse he was compared to an undoubtedly pure, small town sweetheart like this one. "On a Monday."
It wouldn’t matter if it was the sweet spot of a Saturday night,
he told her, enjoying himself immensely despite his own twisted soul. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, could he? It still wouldn’t work out, unless you’re hiding a honky tonk or two beneath that Head of the PTA outfit of yours.
I most certainly am not.
But her hands moved to the ruffled part of her blouse, then her quiet little belt buckle, as if she’d forgotten what she was wearing and had to remind herself by touch. Or make sure it was still there.
Or maybe she was as baffled by these garments, neither of which he’d ever seen on a woman under sixty-five years of age, as he was.
I’m afraid we’re just not meant to be, darlin’,
he drawled, more Texas in his voice than usual and a fire he couldn’t quite control beneath it.
That rattled her for a moment, he could see it in that intense blue of her eyes, but then she squared her shoulders and tilted that chin of hers back up anyway. Scrappy, he thought again, and with a purely male jolt of approval that boded ill for the both of them, he just knew it.
What on earth would make you think someone would show up and proposition you at this hour?
she demanded. What kind of degenerate are you?
Jasper realized then that she had no idea who he was. He found that notion wildly liberating. And, strangely, arousing. He couldn’t remember the last time someone hadn’t known who he was and acted accordingly. He’d forgotten what it was like—the honest responses that had nothing to do with his net worth, the total lack of artifice or calculation, that look on her face that suggested he was nothing but a man, and a rather unappetizing one at that.
He thought he loved this place already, and he’d been here all of two days.
The kind of degenerate you appear to be hanging around on the street waiting for,
he replied easily, not at all surprised that he was enjoying himself now. His brows arched up. "At seven-thirty. On a Monday."
This was much worse than Chelsea had imagined.
I heard it from Carol Bingley myself, Mama had said on Saturday, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her entire small frame radiating tension and fury, which usually made everyone in a six mile radius duck for cover and/or hide.
Everyone except Chelsea, that was, because it was Chelsea’s duty to take care of her. Margot was down in Salt Lake City tending to her ever-expanding family, Nicky had stayed in North Carolina after college and married a woman who had no intention of leaving the area, and Daddy had died almost fifteen years ago now, which left Mama to Chelsea.
Whether she liked it or not. Mostly, of course, she liked it fine. Mostly.
Sometimes I think Carol Bingley makes things up just to feel important, Chelsea had replied in a light tone, pretending to be deeply involved in the preparation of her sandwich, not that she could imagine eating anything with Mama glaring at her like that, so accusingly, like Chelsea had betrayed her in some way. It has to feel like a pretty small life, spending all day in a pharmacy when you’re not even a pharmacist, snooping on people every time they drop off a prescription or pick up an extra tube of toothpaste—
The depot has been sold. Mama had intoned it like a death knell, and it rang through the kitchen like one, then inside of Chelsea, because she knew what it meant. That she’d failed. That she’d let Mama down. That she was as useless as Mama had always told her she was, though she tried very hard not to let that get to her. The new owner—some Texan roughneck—is moving in this weekend. Congratulations, Chelsea. That Wright girl—she meant Chelsea’s best friend Jenny, of whom Mama had never approved, and it pained Chelsea deeply that it was because of where Jenny had lived growing up—is bettering herself by marrying a Monmouth while the Crawford family legacy is lost forever. What do you have to say to that?
Don’t worry, Mama, she’d said. Rashly, perhaps, and it wasn’t like her mother listened anyway. Not to her. I’ll fix it. I promise.
Even if she didn’t want to fix it. Even if