If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to Dallas.
Description: Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble in Paradise.
Having Doc McNab as competition, not to mention being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning the, sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him. But that wasn’t going to stop the man from trying.
With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s childhood sucked. He’d been jerked around more than raised by his ex-convict of a father, eventually leaving the girl, and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all grown and back in Sutton’s life, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to stay there.
What is the most romantic scene you have written? (A swoon worthy moment with excerpt)
Well, over the years I’ve written a few. *Smiles* But, I’ll pull one from my newest release,
Trouble in Paradise – A Paradise Ranch Novel. Thanks for having me over to visit your blog by
This scene is after Sutton has decided to go out. Have some fun for a change. Blow off some
steam. One of the things she really wanted to do was dance with a sexy cowboy, but she has a
run-in with an asshat at the bar. Her ranch foreman intervenes on her behalf. So, her night was
cut short when Flint takes her home.
“I’ll get your door,” Flint said, breaking the silence. “Sit still.”
Sutton should have expected the man would want to be chivalrous in his bossy way.
“I never got to dance,” she uttered.
“Tonight,” she said, head swiveling to look at him. “I never got to dance.”
Flint hopped out of his pickup, came around to her side, opened the door, waiting for her
to undo the seat belt and gave her a hand.
When her boots where on the ground, his gravelly voice came to her with, “Let’s dance.”
Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
He nodded. “Why not?”
Sutton watched him as he stretched himself inside his still running truck, and over the
seat, reaching the knob on the radio. Flint turned it on and up.
The DJ’s voice echoed into the night. “…going back in time with the Cowboy Junkies
and Sweet Jane.”
When the sultry song began, Flint was in front of her, tugging her away from the open
truck door and pulling Sutton into his strong arms.
She glanced up into his handsome, partially shadowed face. “Maybe this isn’t a good
“Probably not,” he agreed.
Four thoughts struck simultaneously. First, the large palm slipping down the material of
her sundress, slowly following the line of her spine, and coming to rest just shy of the legal limit
above her ass—possessed her. Second, whatever type of cologne Flint was wearing smelled good
enough to lick from his skin. Third, the man could dance. And fourth, no way could she ever
With a breath, Sutton melted into Flint, cheek resting on his steel-hard chest, her right
hand in his, her left arm around his taut waist. Soon, she was losing herself in the rhythm of their
bodies as they swayed together beneath a velvet-black sky filled with a million pin-pricks of
A Review by Beckey
I am going to say this as an advanced warning… This has one HELL of Cliffhanger that will have you thinking WTF… I have read several London’s books and this wasn’t something I was expecting from the author… (and London if you are reading this you best be in a chair hands on the keyboard and typing out something to get a book released soon that completes that last scene you had your readers hanging onto… Holy hell woman)
You kind of expect that April will be an … to Kale – Yeah this is a spoiler free review blog.
Hot steamy, whoa good golly that was interesting up until the end… and DAMN Cliffhanger that will leave you hanging and wondering WTF since was cut mid scene in this readers opinion..