The Barn-Dance
The Barn-Dance
Series : Book
Heat Rating 3
Released 2011-06-10
Word Count 19428
Keywords Erotic, contemporary, cowboy, western, baking, foodie, romance, food, second chances
ISBN 978-1-926930-44-2
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Price :$2.99
When Mindy needs a bakers expertise, Leo offers a trade: one day in the kitchen for one night at the Barn Dance. Either way, the heat is rising.
Mindy Edwards can’t bake to save her life, but with no where else to go, she returns to the one place she’d avoided for six years. Her boss’s son, Leo—still strictly off-limits—doesn’t help her starved libido, and what’s a girl to do when she could barely keep her job as the cook?
Leo Fortiss has never quite gotten over his first love nor did he expect her to return and pretend they didn’t have a heartbreaking past, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t save her from all the other cowboys--who definitely weren’t after her burnt buns and horrid cooking. He proposes a trade: he’ll teach her to bake bread if she’ll come to the big Barn Dance with him.
Mindy accepts, but when things heat up in the kitchen, she finds history repeating itself. Will she run or risk her heart a second time?
Just sex.
That was the only way she could think about it. They were like animals, in their lust, and they needed to slake it. Otherwise, if they got into feelings and hearts and futures, it was just too complicated. And Mindy didn’t do complicated anymore.
He glanced at the front of his pants and colored. She’d never seen Leo blush before, but it was really beautiful—a deep, dark mahogany color that spiraled through his face in patches.
"It’s okay, Leo. I want you, too. You just can’t see it."
His eyes traveled down her body and rested on her chest. "I can see it."
Self-consciously, she grabbed her breasts and felt the pebbles underneath her bra and shirt. Leo hissed and closed his eyes.
"Do not do that, Min. Please, God, don’t do that."
She looked down at her hands, cupping her small-ish breasts, pressing them up into her ribcage. It wasn’t a sexual movement, but obviously, Leo wasn’t being discriminating at this moment. So she released them.
His gaze didn’t move from her breasts, and they tightened under his watchful eyes. The charge in the air left her without breath. All she could do was picture Leo stretching across the counter, and her jockeying his hips like a bronco rider at the rodeo.
If he was having similar fantasies, he didn’t let on. "Can we just make these rolls so they can rise? Then I’ll get out of your hair, and we can both walk this off?"
"Do you have to be here while I do it?"
He laughed. "No, you’re right, I don’t. I’ll just…let me do one, and then you can do the rest by yourself."
Leo walked around the edge of the kitchen, careful to keep his distance from her. He pulled one of the flat cookie sheets from under the counter and took a paper towel from the roller next to the sink.
"You want to make sure to grease these pans. Dad probably would prefer butter, but I think lard works the best."
Mindy resisted the urge to ask if his mother taught him that. Last time, he’d shut down so quickly after she mentioned May. And she was secretly hoping that his lust wouldn’t abate, and he’d just throw her up against the counter and pound into her.
She could use a good pounding.
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