He’s walking sex on a stick and knows it. Stowe is comfortable in his own skin and embraces what he is and that shows with every step he takes. Even if he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, his aura alone would have women turning to watch his every move. The author did a phenomenal job painting a picture of Stowe in my head that had me wishing he were real. And mine.
Tabbart was a stick of dynamite just waiting to explode. The woman had no life other than her career and she was a faded shadow of what she could be. Her meeting Stowe probably saved her in more ways than one, but she had to reach out and pursue him and that showed gumption. Painted as a modern day Martha Stewart, it’s hard to feel sorry for someone who appears to have it all, but the author did justice to the fact that all is not as it necessarily appears. I liked that Tabbart had self-image issues and was basically a shy person. That made her more believable.
The Boot Knockers Ranch series has been a joy and each new book seems to be my new favorite. There is something magical between Tabbart and Stowe, though. A meeting of souls in the first glance across a crowded room sort of magical that takes a slow and winding road, but once they are together moves at warp speed from lust to love and then a soul deep connection. The escalation of the physical relationship was very well done and it was like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon to its full splendor; an awesome addition to the series.
She wants to turn up the heat. He’s got the skills to whip her into a frenzy.
TV food show host Tabbart Tracy works hard to give viewers her best recipes. But while her fans are legion, her personal life is colder than a meat locker. Most men just want her to serve up some pie—in the nude.
One glance at her assistant’s sexy brother, though, and her body skips straight from low simmer to rolling boil. Especially when she tracks him down at a stud ranch. Where he’s the stud.
When a certain little TV foodie personally requests Stowe’s company for a week, he’s flattered as hell. She needs to give up some control, and as a sex therapist otherwise known as the “Dom from Down Under”, Stowe has the leather, rope, and paddles to do it.
Just as Tabbart melts into a puddle under Stowe’s hands, her worst fear chills her back to reality: someone recognizes her. Worse, her Master frowns on opening her checkbook to make it all go away. But trusting him means hanging onto their connection with both hands—while he takes her for the ride of her life.
Warning: This book contains a TV chef looking for some R&R (as in rough and raunchy) and a whip-wielding Aussie cowboy Dom intent on showing her she can take the heat. As hot as—and anywhere—she wants it.