“Lisa Renee
Jones does wildly sexy alpha heroes like no one else!”- Jill Shalvis, New York
Times bestselling author
The Truth About Cowboys, a steamy,
sexy, and laugh-out-loud funny contemporary romance from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, is available
now!
While I was off pitching in
the big leagues, my family was back in the small town of Sweetwater, Texas,
running the family ranch. Then tragedy hit and I discovered there were secrets
that my family kept, problems they hid. I went home, left behind the money,
women, and fame. I took over the ranch and took care of my grandmother. I took
over hiding the secrets. Then she came to town. A smart-mouthed, clumsy,
too-smart-and-too-pretty-for-my-own-good city girl hiding out to write a book.
She's right here, on my property, in the cottage my grandmother rented her
without my permission, and she sees too much. She knows too much.
Now suddenly my world is
spinning, and she's shoving a baseball back in my hand while baking cookies
with my grandmother. She's the devil and an angel all in one fiery little
package. I decide I'll wait her out. She'll go back to the city. Only suddenly
I don't want her to leave, and everything I’ve settled for in my life isn't enough.
I want to play ball and I want her, but there's that secret that won't let go,
but neither will she.
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Excerpt:
Jessica…
I dart toward the door in the
far right corner and enter the bathroom, where I find a giant old-fashioned,
barrel-style tub. I open one of the white cabinet doors and also find a towel,
but I’m just too wet for it to help. Like that woman was for Craig. Oh God.
There I go again. No. No. No. I will not think those thoughts. No more. I’m
done. With him. With her. I strip down naked, wrap the towel around me, and
hunt for my suitcase, which I hope like heck has the other bag of chocolate I
packed.
Naked might get a girl in
trouble, but I’m alone and it’s not like anyone is going to see me naked
anytime soon. I can go right ahead and happily pack a few pounds of chocolate
weight on a petite frame that can’t handle a few extra anything. There will be
no more men for me. Therefore, there will be no trouble to be found. It’s a
great plan and on this one, really truly, I dare to say, what could go wrong? I
exit the bathroom into the bedroom and scream at the sight of a man standing
there.
The cowboy who saved me on the side
of the road is not only here, minus his trench coat and wearing a snug black
T-shirt, he’s bigger and broader than I remember. The bedroom shrinks. My heart
races.
“I was right,” I accuse,
clutching at my towel, the only thing between me and him besides footsteps.
“You are a serial killer.” I search
for a weapon and I don’t know why there’s a giant flashlight on the nightstand,
but it’s long and strong, and I grab it, my new prize. I also manage to drop my
towel. Oh my God, I’ve dropped my towel. Goose bumps lift on my naked body and,
Lord help me, my nipples pucker.
I try to grab my towel and
almost drop the flashlight, which is a better weapon than terry cloth. I commit
to the flashlight and my state of undress. “I will hit you if you come near me,”
I warn. “I mean, kill you.” That sounds unrealistic and therefore lacks the
bite I intend. “I will hurt you.”
He arches a brow and, to my
shock and his credit, he doesn’t so much as blink at anything below my neck. I
don’t know if I should be appreciative or offended. Am I not distracting? Am I
not worthy of a look? Obviously, my ex didn’t think so and—
The cowboy starts walking
toward me.
“What are you doing? Stay
back.” I hold up the flashlight, but I’m the one backing up, hitting the wall
with a hard thud. He snatches up my
towel and hands it to me, his hand brushing my nipple in the process. I suck in
a breath, even as the flashlight is removed from my hand and tossed on the bed.
“The game is over. Getting naked won’t stop me from calling the police.”
“I’ll knee you. I’ll scream.
I’ll—”
“You’re standing in my
property, sweetheart.”
“This is not—”
“And yet it is. You picked
the wrong house to squat in and the wrong town. I saw where you turned off. I
knew where you were headed. Wrong choice, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me sweetheart.
And what the hell are you talking about? Squatter? What is a—” A bad feeling
hits me. “You think I’m freeloading by sneaking in here and now I’m trying to
buy a bed with my naked body? Really?”
“If the shoe fits, sweetheart.”
I scowl. “Stop calling me sweetheart. Since when
do women seducing men try to hit them with a flashlight? Then again, we are
talking about you here. I’m pretty sure you could make anyone want to hit you.
Maybe that’s the only foreplay you know. A flashlight and a—”
“Stop,” he orders, his hands
pressing to the wall on either side of me, and now his big body framing my
naked body.
About Lisa Renee Jones
New York
Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the
highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the
INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world
that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed,
complex, and sexy - a modern girl we all can identify with.
In addition to
the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful
titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN
series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and
USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new
series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin's Press.
Prior to
publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many
times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's
Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in
Entrepreneur Magazine.
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