Forget chocolate and flowers. This homegrown honey is all the sweetness he craves.
Small-town life is nothing but a waiting room for eighteen-year-old honor student Corazón Gomez. Work and school leave little time for love, but with a full-ride Ivy League scholarship and a one-way ticket out of the boondocks, who needs it?
The answer appears on Valentine’s Day when her old cowboy crush ambles into the ice cream parlor where she works, inviting her to go on a late-night ride in his truck. For the first time she wavers between staying on the straight and narrow, and going off-road with the handsome heartbreaker.
After four years working on ranches all over the country, Caleb MacKinnon is back on the family farm helping out his mom and brothers while his father fights cancer. The one bright spot: smart, funny, and wickedly sexy Cora.
From the start, they both know this blazing-hot love affair can’t last. But when autumn comes and Cora has to leave for the East Coast, Caleb must find a solution to keep himself—and his heart—from falling apart.
Warning: Contains hard, cherry-poppin’ sex in a pickup truck and a cowboy charmer who talks dirty in two languages.
Trying not to make eye contact with him, she grabbed a glass dish off the shelf and picked up the scoop.
“What’ll it be?”
“Surprise me.”
She fixed him a black-and-white sundae and tried not to blush under the heat of his stare as she moved behind the counter. When she spooned the bright-red cherry on top, he murmured, “Beautiful.”
She put the dish in front of him. He grabbed the spoon at once and took a big bite. “That’s good,” he said, his mouth full.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, pulling out the fudge pumper. “Why are you here at the ice-cream parlor? Why aren’t you at Frank’s or the Silver Spur like everyone else who struck out tonight?”
“How do you know I struck out?”
“You said you’d had a rough night. I made an assumption.”
He smiled. “Smart girl. I did indeed strike out. But I don’t feel up to either of those bars. I know too many people there.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin and took another bite. “I’d rather be here. With you.”
She snorted, uncomfortable with his flirting. “No one would rather be here. I wouldn’t rather be here with me.”
“So your valentine’s waiting for you at home?”
She covered up the nuts and refilled the marshmallow dispenser. “Sure. If by my valentine you mean my grandma. She drinks a glass of wine and goes to bed at eight.”
“No boyfriend, Cora? I find that hard to believe.” He licked a drop of whipped cream off the corner of his mouth.
Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends.
When she’s not lost in a story, Mia spends her time cooking, gardening, traveling, volunteering and looking for her keys. In a past life, she was a classroom teacher and still has a pretty good "teacher voice" and "teacher stare." She lives in the heart of Los Angeles with her roguish husband and two waggish dogs.
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