From the Publisher
"City and country gals alike will enjoy this fun, sassy and fast-paced romance... Brown does an amazing job. " - RT Book Reviews
"Carolyn Brown does for the book world...what wrangler jeans does for cowboys...they are both a perfect fit! " - Cheryl's Book Nook
"There's sexy cowboys, independent women, references to great old country songs with a storyline that will have you laughing, crying, and saying 'oh, my!' as your pulse races and your go weak in the knees." - Thoughts in Progress
"HELL, YEAH is a fast, fun read that will make you want to listen to country music, drink beer from a mason jar, and find a good-lookin' cowboy to dance with on a hot summer night." - The Book Girl
"Carolyn Brown brings sexy back with wrangler butts that will drive you nuts!" - My Overstuffed Bookshelf
"Hell Yeah, you will love this book!" - Fresh Fiction
"A rowdy Texas ride for the romantic in all of us." - Best Romance Stories
"Hell, Yeah is sure to make you put on your best dancing cowboy boots and take your sweetie for a swing on the dance floor." - The Romance Dish
"Combine good looking people, country music (which I love!) and whiskey and beer drinking, well... You can't really go wrong. " - Red Headed Book Child
"*Hat tip* to Carolyn Brown for this awesome country romance!" - The Cajun Book Lady
"Hell, Yeah lives up to it's name. It's a whole lot of fun. Ms. Brown's characters are real and engaging." - The Long and Short of It
RT Book Reviews
City and country gals alike will enjoy this fun, sassy and fast-paced romance... Brown does an amazing job.
Cheryl's Book Nook
Carolyn Brown does for the book world...what wrangler jeans does for cowboys...they are both a perfect fit!
Thoughts in Progress
There's sexy cowboys, independent women, references to great old country songs with a storyline that will have you laughing, crying, and saying 'oh, my!' as your pulse races and your go weak in the knees.
The Book Girl
HELL, YEAH is a fast, fun read that will make you want to listen to country music, drink beer from a mason jar, and find a good-lookin' cowboy to dance with on a hot summer night.
My Overstuffed Bookshelf
Carolyn Brown brings sexy back with wrangler butts that will drive you nuts!
Hell Yeah, you will love this book!
Best Romance Stories
A rowdy Texas ride for the romantic in all of us.
The Romance Dish
Hell, Yeah is sure to make you put on your best dancing cowboy boots and take your sweetie for a swing on the dance floor.
Red Headed Book Child
Combine good looking people, country music (which I love!) and whiskey and beer drinking, well... You can't really go wrong.
The Cajun Book Lady
*Hat tip* to Carolyn Brown for this awesome country romance!
The Long and Short of It
Hell, Yeah lives up to it's name. It's a whole lot of fun. Ms. Brown's characters are real and engaging.
Read an Excerpt
From Chapter One
"Ten, hell yeah!"
The women yelled with Gretchen Wilson as she sang "Redneck Woman" and asked the redneck girls to give her a big "hell yeah" as the New Year's countdown began.
"Nine, hell yeah."
"Eight, hell yeah."
Everyone held up their plastic flutes of champagne.
"Seven, hell yeah!"
The men in the Honky Tonk beer joint joined in with the women.
"Six, hell yeah!"
"Five, hell yeah!"
Cathy O'Dell was halfway across the dance floor headed for the bar when she stopped to look at everyone who'd be kissing someone in four more seconds. She remembered the previous year when she'd had someone to kiss. Even if he did turn out to be a first-rate son-of-a-bitch, she missed the excitement of bringing in a brand new year with a kiss.
"Four, hell yeah!"
She looked up to see a cowboy coming right at her. She blinked several times. It wasn't possible. Her imagination was playing tricks like it had for twelve years.
"Three, hell yeah!"
Watching him cross the floor in those long strides made goose bumps the size of mountains rise up on her arms.
"Two, hell yeah!"
Was he deranged or just drunk? If he didn't stop soon he would plow right into her.
"One! Hell yeah!" The noise shook the rafters.
He stopped with the toes of his scuffed up boots barely an inch from her feet and wrapped his strong arms around her, tilted her chin with the flat part of his fist, and kissed her hard and passionately.
"Hell yeah!" the whole crowd roared when their kisses ended.
"Hell, no!" Cathy mumbled. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, but it didn't take the red-hot sting from her lips.
He was exactly what she liked in a man. Tight jeans, denim jacket over a knit shirt, blond hair, and dear lord, were those blue eyes? He looked so much like a grown-up version of her first love that, after the kiss and when time and noise at last stood still, she wondered why he didn't wear contact lenses. Eyes the color of a Texas summer sky stared down into hers from behind wire-rimmed glasses. A wide grin split his face, showing off perfectly even and white teeth. No one had teeth that perfect. No one except Bobby Cole, and that was water under a bridge that had been burned years and years ago. Evidently a million-dollar smile hadn't left much for haircuts, though, because blond curls touched his shirt collar.
"Happy New Year." He was surprised that he could speak a coherent sentence. He only meant to kiss the woman for New Year's. He didn't mean for it to glue his boots to the hardwood dance floor and put a shit-eating grin on his face. If he'd had to wipe the smile from his face or eat dirt, he'd have had to open up his mouth and shovel in a spoonful. Hot damn, but that woman had the softest, sexiest lips he'd ever kissed.
"Who the hell are you?" Cathy asked.
"I'm Travis Henry. I'm supposed to meet Merle and Angel Avery here. I am at the Honky Tonk, aren't I?" Cathy pointed to the pool tables. His name was Travis Henry but he damn sure reminded her of Bobby Cole with those pretty blue eyes. On second look, Travis had darker blond hair and wore it a lot longer than Bobby's crew cut. After a third look she decided Travis Henry was a hell of a lot sexier.
"Angel, darlin'," Travis yelled and left Cathy standing there with a bar rag thrown over her shoulder, a tray in her hand, a burning mouth, and a gushy warm feeling down deep in her gut.
She got out a dozen Mason jars for the next rush to the bar for beer. Her crowd might toast with champagne, but it wouldn't be long until they'd be lined up wanting something to take that sweet taste out of their mouths. Besides, she needed something to focus on other than the tall cowboy who reminded her of the boy who'd set her hormones into overdrive when she was sixteen. He'd been so damn pretty and was the star of the football team. He'd been the one to kiss her the first time and then the next day he asked Alice James to the prom. He and Alice married right out of high school and he ran a service station in Mena, Arkansas. Alice worked as a teller at the bank and they had two kids in grade school.
"Who kissed you? You been holdin' out on me. That is one fine lookin' cowboy. If I was twenty years younger he'd be goin' to bed with me tonight. Give me a Miller, darlin'. Gawd Almighty, but that champagne shit is horrible," Jezzy said as she set her empty champagne flute on the bar and slid onto a stool.
"He just plowed through the door, came across the floor, and kissed me when the countdown hit one," Cathy said.
"Looks like he's big buds with Angel Avery. Guess he didn't kiss her because Garrett had a lip lock on her. Wonder if Garrett's kiss is powerful enough to throw her off her pool game. Handsome as that Garrett McElroy is, it would damn sure make me think about something other than racking up wooden balls if I was thirty years younger."
Cathy drew up a quart of Miller and set it in front of Jezzy. "Who were you kissin'?"
"See that big old biker back there with the Celtic cross tat on his arm?"
Cathy looked across the room at a middle-aged biker with a Mohawk haircut, a braided goatee, and a leather vest with enough chains to rope in a forty-acre farm. She quickly scanned the rest of the room and didn't see another tattooed cross.
She couldn't take her eyes from the biker. "Are you serious?"
"Not him. That cute little feller next to him in the red sweater. Couldn't you just take him home and eat him up for a midnight snack?" Jezzy fanned her face with her hands.
Cathy sized up the man. Tall, lanky, middle-aged with a few wrinkles. Definitely not sexy and absolutely not Jezzy's type.
Jezzy laughed so hard that she lost her breath. When she finally got control, she wiped her eyes with a paper napkin then held up her finger and thumb like a gun. "Bang. You've been had. I really did have you goin', didn't I? I kissed the biker, Cathy. That man next to him is married. His wife is in the bathroom. Can't you see the cottontail expression on his face?"
"I'll get even," Cathy said. "And what is a cottontail expression?"
"Little wifey is in the bathroom. He's imagining that all the cute little things with perky boobs and barely enough on top to cover them are honing in their sights on him. He's gettin' ready to run faster than a cottontail with a coyote hot after his cute little white tail."
"Because if the wife comes out of the bathroom she'll think he encouraged the women to make a play for him and he won't get anything but a cold shoulder tonight. And he only gets laid once a year on New Year's when she's about half plastered," Jezzy explained.