The Cowboy and the Brazilian Blaze: Riding into Love, #2

By Lily Clarke

Dive into the sizzling world of "The Cowboy and the Brazilian Blaze," a captivating tale where fiery passion meets a clash of cultures on a sprawling Texas ranch. This novel promises to enthrall readers with its blend of steamy romance, compelling drama, and the raw, untamed beauty of the American Southwest.

Meet Travis Moore, a cowboy with a rugged exterior and an arrogant smile that conceals a heart of stone. Known for his strong temper, Travis's only soft spot is his beloved daughter, Audrey, until a chance encounter turns his world upside down. On a dusty road leading to his farm, Travis stumbles upon Bianca, a Brazilian beauty with curves as dangerous as her wit. Her impetuous nature and sharp tongue ignite a spark in Travis, setting off a firestorm of desire and conflict.

"The Cowboy and the Brazilian Blaze" weaves a tale of two souls, as combustible as fire and gasoline, caught in a whirlwind of lust and passion. As their connection deepens, Bianca's presence threatens to melt Travis's defenses, compelling him to confront the secrets that lurk in the shadows of his past.

But just when their relationship seems to be heading towards a new horizon, Travis pulls back, afraid of getting burned. Unbeknownst to him, Bianca harbors a secret of her own, one that could shatter the fragile bond they've forged and transform the fearsome cowboy into a tumult of fear and disorder.

Will love triumph over fear? Can Bianca unlock the mystery of Travis's heart and bring peace to the chaos? "The Cowboy and the Brazilian Blaze" invites you on a journey of discovery, where the stakes are high, and the rewards are infinite. Perfect for fans of romance novels that blend heartfelt emotion with sizzling tension, this book promises to be your next unforgettable read.

Search no more for your next romance fix. Embark on a journey with "The Cowboy and the Brazilian Blaze" and get lost in a story where love knows no bounds, and the path to happiness is as wild as the West itself. Get your copy today and let Travis and Bianca take you on a ride you won't soon forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lily Clarke
• Release date: Mar 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223044970

Lily Clarke

Born amidst the charming cobblestone streets of Brussels, Belgium, in 1997, Lily Clarke discovered her passion for storytelling from an early age. Raised in a city that breathes history and cultural richness, Lily's imagination was sparked by the vibrant tapestry of life that surrounded her. A literary explorer, Lily ventured into the realms of fantasy, mystery, and drama with equal enthusiasm, inviting readers to embark on a captivating journey through her imaginative landscapes, where every page reveals a new facet of her storytelling prowess.

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CHAPTER 1

Bianca

PAST

Ifelt every bump as we advanced meter by meter on the dirt road. What don't I do for you, huh, Larissa? I sighed again when my ass lifted off the leather seat once more. I was almost stopping the car to pee because I didn't think I could hold it much longer. I drove another three meters until I saw a huge pothole, tried to avoid it, but it was impossible, and I ended up falling into it. I accelerated to get out, but the car shut off and died right before my eyes. I tried to start it two more times, but there was no sign of life in the poor thing I rented at the airport.

Old junk. I'm sure they gave me the most unreliable car, guessing I would pay for the repairs. My ass to them.

I got out of the stupid car with my cellphone and tried in vain to turn it on. It was dead. I sat on the hood while waiting for someone to pass on the stupid road. Not that I was worried about a car passing without offering help. I was in the middle of the road, if someone wanted to pass they would have to help me.

Coming to Texas was a last-minute thing. I didn't have much time to ponder or plan my stay. But I didn't imagine it would start with this chaos.

Larissa doesn't get into trouble, like, ever, so when she called me saying she got married while drunk, well, I imagined a catastrophic mess.

I heard a roar in the distance after a long time lying on top of my car. I sat up slowly and smiled, seeing a car approaching me. The dark windows didn't let me have a notion of the driver, however, when he stopped right in front of me and got out, I knew the guy was angry.

I don't know if you've noticed, but this isn't a beach for you to be sunbathing.

I felt a throb between my thighs when I heard his voice. It sounded like a log of wood being split in half.

Okaay, that was a trip, but, God, what a masculine voice.

Oh...

As much as I would really love to debate my taste for sun and tanning, I need to tell you that my car is dead. And no, I don't want to hold a funeral for it, I grumbled, getting down from the hood. I looked at the vehicle and grimaced. I knew I should have chosen a taller one.

The silence lingered, so I turned around to see if the man in jeans and a plaid shirt was still standing there. And he was, but now his arms were crossed and his gaze was icy. I approached him slowly and saw his gaze move from my legs to my breasts discreetly. Jerk!

I need to get through, he murmured slowly, taking off his hat to scratch his head.

I just said the car is dead...

That's your problem. Get out of my way. He put the hat back on, starting to turn his back on me.

You... you... you jerk! I exclaimed, irritated to the max.

He furrowed his eyebrows and approached me. In just two steps, the Troy was almost bending me over so I could look up at him.

You... you cursed at me in another language? What the hell? His nostrils flared, and I smiled, crossing my arms.

No! That's outrageous. I would never say something like that. I meant to say that you are handsome. 'Chifrudo' in Portuguese means that you are handsome. Really beautiful. I smiled when he stepped back, with a confused look on his face.

I am 'chifrudo'? You think I am 'chifrudo'? he spoke slowly.

I brought my hand to my mouth, holding back laughter.

Yes, you are very 'chifrudo'. I burst into laughter while he stepped back to look at my car.

Why are you laughing?

It was funny you saying 'chifrudo'. Just that. I smiled, playing coy.

He nodded, looking at my car.

I spent a few minutes just staring at him and fidgeting as I watched him lean over the car while his cowboy boots got stuck in the mud. His broad shoulders were covered by his shirt, but I wished to ask him to take it off. Of course, not for me, but for the sake of the poor shirt. Imagine if mud fell on it? Or worse, oil?

It's a mess. I'll have to call the tow truck. Where are you staying? I can give you a ride, he offered, closing the hood with a loud bang.

At Hank Moore's farm. My sister is his wife.

His eyes seemed to darken when I mentioned Larissa's husband's name. Maybe they knew each other. Small town and all that.

I'll take you there, he mumbled and went to the trunk to take out my luggage.

I need to go to the bathroom. Do you know anyone who lives around here? It's still going to be a while before we get to Larissa's house, according to the GPS I explained, feeling stupid. I couldn't believe I was about to pee my pants in front of this man.

I live nearby. We can stop there before going to Hank's.

Thank you, I said as we sat in his car.

You're welcome.

Less than three minutes later, he parked and helped me out of the car. His house was huge, the porch around it had several hammocks on it. I would like to lie in one of them, as I was dead tired. Traveling for hours in an airplane seat, and then getting that damn car exhausted me.

Come in.

His voice made me jump. I entered the house after we climbed the steps to the big wooden door. The Troy guided me through the living room as I tried not to look too nosy when I saw a large painting hanging above a fireplace. It was a baby.

I diverted my eyes, and he showed me where the bathroom was.

If you want, you can take a shower. I know the trip was long, he murmured near the bathroom door and pointed to the towels, so I nodded in thanks.

I'll need one of my suitcases, I murmured, staring at his face.

He bit his lip and nodded.

I'll get it. Make yourself comfortable.

After peeing and taking a quick shower, I came out to the bedroom he had put me in. I didn't know whose it was, but it felt impersonal, so I guessed it was for guests.

As soon as I saw my suitcase on the bed, I took out a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. I dressed and put on the cowboy boots I was already wearing. As soon as I combed my hair, the door opened.

My throat went dry at the sight of the Troy entering with a tray in his hands, filled with various fruits and bread. My stomach growled, and I smiled, trying to hide it.

Food. I know you're hungry. He placed the tray on the bed, and my legs weakened as he circled around me.

My God, what was it about this man? Why did I turn into a bitch in heat every time he opened his mouth?

Thank you, Troy, I hissed, licking my lips.

He smiled sideways and crossed his arms, throwing himself into the armchair in front of me and watching me with his dark, lively eyes. I sat smiling and ate slowly, staring at him each time I slid a piece of fruit across my lips.

His chest rose and fell slowly, making me realize that I was affecting him. Oh, this was magnificent.

I ate the last piece and licked my fingers and lips, still with my attention on him.

Aren't you going to eat? I asked, whispering. Aren't you hungry? My words made something in him squirm, as he shifted in the armchair.

His elbows rested on his knees while his gaze was locked on me. His plump lip was bitten by his straight, perfect teeth, and I let out a low moan.

I am. Very. He ruffled his short hair and smiled cruelly. But not for food.

I crawled over the bed until I was at the edge, right in front of him.

And for what? I questioned, as I leaned towards him.

For you.

Everything happened quickly, but I managed to discern his movements, because I had never been touched or kissed in that way. His hand gripped my hair, and he pulled so that his mouth descended upon mine. My tongue was sucked, bitten, and caressed inappropriately. I held his shoulders, and the Troy came over me, pressing his hips against my worn jeans.

I whimpered when he stepped back and unzipped me. My jeans slid down my legs quickly after he removed my boots, and he smiled at me, shedding his shirt and tossing it in the corner. My panties joined the jeans seconds later, and I swallowed hard as his calloused and rough hands parted my thighs.

This will be my breakfast, his words threw me into a whirlwind of pleasure.

I gasped as his tongue hit my pussy. His licks were slow, and his moans mixed with mine. I couldn't focus on anything for long, as Troy increased his pace, squeezing my thighs, pushing for more room.

My mind was foggy, my pussy throbbed, eager for the imminent orgasm, and when his calloused finger pressed my clit, I came with so much pleasure I had never experienced before.

Oh my god!

I need this man to fuck me. Now.

But then someone knocked on the door. Travis pulled away licking his lips, with a hungry look and his tight pants outlining the huge shape of his penis.

Kill the person at that door, please.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

So, the cowboy hurricane headed for the door, leaving me naked from the waist down.

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THE CAR DOORS CLOSED, and he left his farm heading towards my sister's husband's place. I spent the ride to Lari sneaking glances at him. I caught him staring at my thighs covered by jeans a few times. Did he have some kind of fixation on thighs, or was it that Texan women didn't have much meat on their legs?

Delivered, he didn't get out of the car or make any move to grab my things, just sat there looking out the window.

Aren't you going to get out? Help me with my luggage?

You don't want me to carry you inside as well, do you? he grumbled seriously.

I was speechless for a few seconds. But what else to expect from him, right? I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car. It didn't seem like just minutes before we were... well, we were. Maybe Texan men were just jerks.

My blood boiled, and I walked away, slamming the door of his stupid car.

Fucking idiot. God, I will kill...

Bianca! I heard Larissa's voice and turned around, seeing her on a second-floor balcony of the house. I'm coming. Wait a bit! she yelled.

I smiled, placing my hands on my hips.

I'm not going anywhere, sis. I winked, seeing her smile and pull a man who was gaping at Troy's car. Helena ran, and I threw myself into her arms.

Oh my God! Is this your husband? I looked at the man as big as Troy and smiled. I heard him get out of the vehicle and turned to him. Got out now, did you? My panties, poor thing, were destroyed again. A glimpse of what we did at his house minutes ago made me want to press my legs together.

I was startled when Helena pulled me to her