lunes, 16 de noviembre de 2015

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SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1

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Blurb:

Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a

quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for

a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimples lying in his bed.

When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less

than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?

Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a

well-loved baseball cap on his head and a cross-country journey on his mind, but

he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be

the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of

life jab him in the heart again?


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Bio:

Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author

Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a

human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love,

probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer­brewing

hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but

ultra­sarcastic son.

Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts

of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and

novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!


You can find her at http://www.julesdixon.com



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Excerpt

The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard

the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver

light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His

warm liquor­colored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull

the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced

the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.

Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain

willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.

“One more night, Izaac.”

“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”

“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”

He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.

I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”

“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”

What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses

prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than

the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every

move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I

had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important

person I’d ever had in my life.

“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.

“What?”

“I could still be a good guy to you.”

“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for

your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if

you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”

“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”

“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”

His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he

explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give

him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.

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