Leaning N
Can two divorced dads get
a second chance at a redneck wedding?
When Reid Porter agrees to
be his best friend’s man of honor, he never considers that his ex, Mateo, will
be there too. Which is ridiculous, because Jennifer is marrying Mat’s brother.
Reid would never let Jen down, though, so he finds himself at the Leaning N
Ranch with his two daughters and a whole lot of baggage about seeing Mat again.
Mat loves his baby brother
and would do anything for him, including face the love of his life, whom he’s
sure has moved on. When he and Reid come face-to-face after more than two years
apart, they realize they’ve never let go. Now they have to do what they never
could before—balance work, home, and children while finding a way to come back
around to each other’s love.
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Cat gives
this one 4 Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...
I really Like this series
and was hoping for Geoff's story or even the wedding planner or Tiny, but we
got Reid and Mateo a divorced couple with two daughters.
I'm a sucker for second
chances so I didn't mind it being different characters. The story is sweet,
sexy, and fun. My only issue is I felt like I knew Mateo and Reid but would
have liked to know more in the beginning as to why they were divorced and more
back story. As it was at first I saw Mateo as kind of an ass though I did feel
sorry that he was separated from his kids, so I saw both men in a bad light and
had to really work to like them and bond.
I finally did.
If you like second chance
romances, wedding destinations, ranches, cowboys, cute kids and all in all a
good romance this is for you.
Excerpt…
Chapter One
“JESUS CHRISTMAS, why did
I let you talk me into this whole wedding nonsense?” Stoney was sitting at the
kitchen table with Geoff, about as aggravated as could be, tying a hundred
thousand little packets of birdseed together with white and emerald-green
ribbons.
“Me?” His husband, Ford,
raised an eyebrow at him, then reached to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Event
space. That was my schtick. I blame Mason for all the weddings.”
“We have ten this summer,
honey. Ten!”
Geoff began to cackle.
“Poor abused cowboy, having to deal with… what? Seventeen grooms and three
brides?”
Ford grinned. “He’s such a
drama llama, huh?”
“It’s all the birdseed,”
Geoff murmured, looking a little dazed.
Poor guy was the ranch
cook, and he’d made dozens of canapés in the last two days. If anyone had the
right to be tired of weddings, it was Geoff.
Still, Stoney wasn’t dumb
enough to refuse help. He had rough old fingers made for roping calves and
leading horses, not tying fancy ribbons that were slippery and tee-tiny.
“Want me to send help?”
Ford asked, coming to rub Stoney’s neck. “Quartz has little fingers.”
His head fell forward, and
his lips parted as he groaned deep. Oh fuck, that felt so good. So damn good.
“Damn, babe, you’re tight
as a drum.” Ford dug in deep, loosening his muscles.
Geoff cleared his throat.
“Why don’t you two escape into the bedroom and I’ll find Quartz?”
“Really?” Man, he could
use an hour of not this. One of the groomsmen was coming in tonight….
“Really. Come on, lover.”
Ford’s words pleased him, down to the bones.
Stoney dropped his last
tied bag of birdseed like a hot rock. “Oh well, then. I’m with you.”
Ford chuckled softly,
taking him by the hand and tugging him up. That look on Ford’s face was dear,
familiar, and had him grinning right back.
“You ready for this one?”
Stoney asked. “Mason says it’s a big one.”
“All weddings are big.
It’s a big day. You remember ours?”
Stoney shot Ford a look.
“You’re not serious.”
“Only a little.” Ford
winked at him to show he was teasing, Stoney thought. Sometimes Ford still
stumbled over play a little. Like a show dog who never learned what a tennis
ball was.
Stoney lifted his face for
a kiss, humming deep in his chest as Ford leaned down. This Ford never forgot
how to do now. Not ever. Whenever Stoney needed him, the man was right there,
giving him what he needed.
“Mmm… take me to the
bedroom, please? Love on me?”
“Hell, yes. The guests can
wait a bit….” Ford looped an arm around him, drawing him back to their
sanctuary. “I’ll love you into goo before I go schmooze.”
“Good man.” Goo sounded
better than it should.
“I really am. I’m willing
to meet with the bride for you.”
“Damn. My hero. She comes
in tomorrow.” Stoney had it all planned out with Mason, the wedding planner.
They always let someone else come see the venue before the bride, just in case.
Fewer meltdowns.
“Her groom and his brother
are already in Glenwood, enjoying the springs.”
“Oh, cool.” He thought?
Stoney wasn’t sure he had a handle on all the family members. Only the plan.
“Mm-hmm. Come on, you
don’t need to worry about this. You need to think about me.”
“I do? I do.” He wanted
Ford. He really did.
“You do. We have an hour.”
Ford’s grin was pure-D wicked.
“That’s enough to really
get naughty.”
“That’s the point.”
The sound of the door
locking made him smile. “Yessir.”
Texan to the bone and an
unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA spends her days with her basset hounds, getting
tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing
that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing
Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife,
Julia, her best friend, Sean, and coffee. Lots of good coffee. Y'all know that
song, The Happiest Girl in the Whole USA? That's me, down to the bone.
Having written everything from
fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her
damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast
Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and now lives the good life in
the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery
menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed
by anyone but the voices in her head.
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