Nothing Sweeter (Sweet on a Cowboy Series #2)

Nothing Sweeter (Sweet on a Cowboy Series #2)

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by Laura Drake

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A Love as Wild as the West . . .

Aubrey Madison is starting over. Leaving Los Angeles and everything behind except the scars of her ruined past, Bree sets out for cowboy country. Now she has a new home, a new job-and a new worry: the ruggedly sexy rancher who makes her long for things she shouldn't . . .

Rough and tumble cattleman Max Jameson has


A Love as Wild as the West . . .

Aubrey Madison is starting over. Leaving Los Angeles and everything behind except the scars of her ruined past, Bree sets out for cowboy country. Now she has a new home, a new job-and a new worry: the ruggedly sexy rancher who makes her long for things she shouldn't . . .

Rough and tumble cattleman Max Jameson has broken wild stallions and faced angry bulls. Yet the redheaded city cupcake who turned up at the High Heather Ranch might be his undoing. Bree has a plan to rescue the ranch from foreclosure that's just crazy enough to work. But will Max gamble his future on a beautiful stranger?"

Touchingly real. Tender and timely. Laura Drake creates characters you know you've met and you have to root for." -Pamela Morsi, USA Today bestselling author on The Sweet Spot"

An emotionally packed story that will pull all the heartstrings." -Christie Craig, New York Times bestselling author on The Sweet Spot

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The second entry in Drake’s Sweet on a Cowboy series (after The Sweet Spot) is another character-driven contemporary western with more heart than heat. Rancher Max Jameson, stunned by the unexpected death of his father, is determined to keep the family spread in Steamboat Springs, Colo., despite pressure to sell to a greedy neighbor. His brother, Wyatt, tries to help out, though the sibling relationship is strained due to Max’s discomfort with the fact that Wyatt is gay. Bree Tanner is scarred physically and mentally after being wrongfully convicted of and imprisoned for her ex-boss’s shady financial dealings; now exonerated and free, she decides to start over by helping to raise rodeo bulls on the Jameson ranch. Max’s tough exterior masks relatable fear, his relationship with Wyatt is handled gracefully, and Bree’s genuine shame about her past makes her sympathetic. While Max and Bree’s romantic relationship is secondary to their internal and interpersonal struggles, complex characters and some fun bull-riding scenes balance out the seriousness. Agent: Nalini Akolekar, Spencerhill Associates. (Jan.)
New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller on THE SWEET SPOT
"Drake is a fabulous new voice in romantic fiction; this is a first-class Western!"
RT Book Reviews on THE SWEET SPOT
"4 1/2 stars! TOP PICK! A sensitive, honest look at a family destroyed by loss...Drake's characters are so real, so like us, that you will look at your own life and count your treasures." on THE SWEET SPOT
" I felt instantly connected, enjoying the humor and tearful...THE SWEET SPOT touches your soul with the joy of living, enfolding your emotions in the characters' love for life in the end. Author Laura Drake's storytelling skills are a gift to those of us who love to read an emotional story with an uplifting ending...THE SWEET SPOT is highly recommended."
"Drake writes excellent contemporary westerns that show the real American West--not a dude-ranch fantasy...This one's not to be missed."
From the Publisher
"Drake writes excellent contemporary westerns that show the real American West—not a dude-ranch fantasy...This one's not to be missed."

Max's tough exterior masks relatable fear, his relationship with Wyatt is handled gracefully, and Bree's genuine shame about her past makes her sympathetic."—Publishers Weekly on NOTHING SWEETER"

Poignant, heart-wrenching, hopeful...this realistic contemporary zeroes in on issues of trust, communication, healing, and forgiveness. A cut above the rest."—Library Journal on THE SWEET SPOT"

4 1/2 stars! TOP PICK! A sensitive, honest look at a family destroyed by loss...Drake's characters are so real, so like us, that you will look at your own life and count your treasures."—RT Book Reviews on THE SWEET SPOT"

Lovers of western settings will enjoy debut author Drake's detailed descriptions of bull riding and cattle ranching."—Publishers Weekly on THE SWEET SPOT"

Drake is a fabulous new voice in romantic fiction; this is a first-class Western!"—New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller on THE SWEET SPOT

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Grand Central Publishing
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Sweet on a Cowboy Series, #2
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4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

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Nothing Sweeter

By Laura Drake

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2014 Laura Drake
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-2197-5


Her "new" life was going be so much better than the last one. Aubrey Madison would make sure of that.

She savored the sight of a solitary saguaro standing sentinel on the flat Arizona landscape. She savored the red-tipped ocotillo branches that waved in the stiff breeze of the Jeep's passing. She even savored the chilled air that swirled in, raising the hair on her body in an exquisite shiver.

God, it's good to be out of prison.

Her face felt odd. Until she realized she was smiling.

Glancing at the gas gauge, she vowed to stop soon, only long enough to get gas and use the restroom. She had to keep putting on distance.

What if it's not possible to outrun your own conscience?

The pull of the road in front of her was as strong as the push from the vision in the rearview mirror.

A weather-beaten Sinclair sign in the distance made up her mind. She took the exit leading to a deserted corrugated building that might have once been painted white.

Pulling to the pump, she killed the ignition and sat a moment, listening to the tick, tick, tick of the cooling engine and the wind keening through the power lines. She stepped out, closing her denim jacket against the wind's probing fingers.

A bell over the station door jangled as she opened it, and a black-haired Native-American teen glanced up from behind the register.

Aubrey pulled bills from the pocket of her jeans. "I need to fill it up. Where's the restroom?"

His expression didn't change as his stare crawled over her throat. She fisted her hands to keep them still. When he finally pointed to a dark corner, she almost ran to it.

After solving the most urgent matter, she washed her hands. Her gaze locked on the black-flecked mirror. The ropy scar twisted from behind her ear to the bow of her collarbone, looking like something out of a slasher movie. Shiny. Raw. Angry. She jerked her gaze away, turned the water on full force in the sink, and tried once again to wash away the shame.

In her mind, she saw the sign she'd woken up to in the prison infirmary, hanging on the wall across from her bed.

If you're going through hell, keep going. Winston Churchill

In spite of her mantra, the walls closed in, as they always did. Yanking the door open, she fought to keep from running until she was outdoors, the wind kicking around her once more.

She reached for the gas nozzle, the tightness in her chest easing. When the Feds released her from eight months of perdition, her mother begged her to stay in Phoenix. But Aubrey couldn't get a deep breath there. The suburban ranch house crowded her with memories and worried eyes. This morning she'd packed and escaped.

Holding the lever in chilled hands, waiting for the tank to fill, she turned her back to the wind. Alone. She pulled the luxury of the empty landscape into her solitary-starved soul and lifted her face to the sun's tentative warmth, smiling once more. Nothing was sweeter than freedom.

Max Jameson twisted the cowboy hat in his hands and lowered his eyes to the body in the gray satin-lined casket. His father's broad shoulders brushed silk on both sides. His face looked unfamiliar, mostly because it was relaxed. But there was no mistaking the strong jaw and high cheekbones. Max saw them in the mirror every morning.

Just like you to duck out when the going gets tough, old man. His mouth twisted as his father's familiar chuckle echoed in Max's mind. Leave me holding a sack of rattlesnakes. Lotta help you are.

No response, which, on several levels, was probably a good thing.

Max scanned the empty viewing room. He dreaded the remainder of the day: the funeral, the cemetery, the reception at the ranch. "Your dad is reunited with your mother after thirty-five years." The thought of solicitous friends spouting platitudes was enough to make him bolt for the barn, saddle his horse, and get the hell out of his own life.

He surveyed his father's waxen features. Yeah, and don't tell me you wouldn't do the same, you old boot.


The singsong cadence in that single word snatched him back to when the man in the casket was a mountain, and a little kid with worshipful eyes dogged Max's footsteps. Only one person on earth dared to call him that.

Strap yourself in, Daddy. It's gonna get bumpy. He turned to face Wyatt.

His younger brother stopped a few steps short of the casket, his gaze dropping to his father. A worried frown marred the angelic face from Max's childhood. Wyatt looked familiar, but different, too. Soft cheeks had hardened to a man's, and his golden locks were gone, shorn short.

Well, the prodigal son returns. No points for bravery maybe, but—

"Did he suffer, Max?" Wyatt's voice wavered, his gaze locked on his father's face.

"Nope. One minute he's pounding in a post for the new fence line. The next, he's on the ground. Gone."

Wyatt's head snapped up, his eyes wide. "Jesus, Max. Do you have to be so cold- blooded?"

So much for the new and improved Max he'd committed to becoming just this morning while lying in bed, probing the scabbed-over edges of the hole in his life. "Kinder and gentler" melted before the blowtorch that was his life lately. "Just telling you what happened. Sugarcoating won't make it any prettier."

A hurting smile twisted Wyatt's mouth. "You sound like him."

Max knew he hadn't meant the words as a compliment. "Let's grab a cup of coffee before the vultures show up." He settled his Sunday Stetson on his head. "You and I have a bucket of trouble, little brother. And trouble don't wait."

Three weeks later

Crisp, alpine air trumped the heat of the sun. Aubrey steered the top-down Jeep with her knee and swiped wind-whipped hair out of her mouth. The snow-capped Rockies whispered of winter, but brave weeds flowered at the side of the highway. With no set destination the past three weeks, the road had pulled her north. She'd slept in generic hotels and eaten at mom-and-pop diners. The familiar stiffness in her core leached out in the sameness of the days and the anonymity of her role as generic traveler.

A cautious optimism replaced it, along with a niggling of road weariness. When had she last felt excited about the future? College?

A quick look in the rearview mirror told her that her scrunchie had failed. Curly chestnut hair floated around her pale, too-thin face. That and the oversized cheap sunglasses made her look like a So-Cal heiress just out of rehab.

Except for the scar, of course.

She pulled the Dodgers cap from behind the seat and snugged it over the riot to solve two problems—she didn't need more freckles added to her collection.

A city limits sign announced her approach to Steamboat Springs. Her empty stomach growled demands.

Old-fashioned brick-fronted buildings lined the typical Western main street, foreground to a striking snowcapped mountain backdrop. She snagged a parking spot in front of a trendy bar and grill and climbed from the car, her joints creaking.

Noticing a stand of free local papers on the sidewalk, she grabbed one. She tugged open the heavy wooden door of the restaurant to lunch babble and a welcome blast of warm air. High ceilings and a long old-fashioned mahogany bar with a brass foot rail dominated the room. Midafternoon diners occupied the soda fountain–style chairs set around small wooden tables. The smell of onions and grilling beef told her she'd gotten lucky.

She chose a tall seat at the empty bar. The bartender appeared from a back room, a moonlighting college student, unless she missed her guess. "Sorry, ma'am. Didn't realize you'd come in. What can I get you?" He wiped his hands on a damp bar rag.

Ugh. My first "ma'am." Aubrey smoothed her hands over her waist to be sure middle-age spread hadn't begun since she'd gotten dressed that morning. Everybody looks old to a baby like that.

She ordered, then opened the newspaper. Designed as bait for cruising tourists, she'd found these local Realtor rags a good source for a quick area overview of the local geography, economy, and demographics.

An earsplitting shriek raised the hair on Aubrey's neck and arms. Her muscles jerked taut and she froze, head scrunched into her shoulders. The scream trailed off to a happy laugh. She spun in her seat.

A young couple sat at a small round table, attention focused on the baby in a high chair between them. The little boy was rapt, watching a small stuffed elephant his father held, his Cupid's-bow mouth open in anticipation. The man shook the toy and the ears flopped. He swooped down and burrowed it into his son's neck. The baby threw his head back and shrieked again, the pitch rising to dog-whistle range before trailing off in a delighted giggle.

Aubrey felt her mouth stretch in a dumb grin. The peals of laughter were more than carefree; they were total ignorance of care. How long had it been since she'd heard happiness like that? Heard it, hell, had she ever felt it? Nobody knew how to party like a baby.

The mother glanced at Aubrey before putting her hand on her husband's arm. "I'm sorry. We forget that what we think is cute can be irritating to others."

A band loosened in Aubrey's chest, releasing a small moth flutter of happiness. "Anyone that finds a baby laugh irritating is dead inside." She smiled at the mother. "Thank you for sharing your joy."

Lighter, she turned back to her research. Turning the page to a marketplace section, she read of lost dogs, goats for sale, litters of kittens, and a burro free to a good home. Aubrey noticed quite a few ranches for sale. She turned to the brief help-wanted section.

Wanted: Full Time Stablehand.

Room & Board Included. Apply To High Heather Ranch.

That might be worth looking into. It would be fun to work with horses again. And God knows her new life could use some fun.

The band around her chest ratcheted as the craving for open air danced along her nerves. I've got to find a way to stop this running. She glanced out the window to where her Jeep waited, imagining spending the rest of her life as a ghost, driving across the country, never leaving a shadow of an impression on the places she left. Almost as if she never existed at all. A goose-on-a-grave shiver started between her shoulder blades and shot through her body.

Could she stop? Aubrey did a gut check, but her gut just repeated the demand for food. It didn't really matter if she could—she had to.

If I don't stop now, I never will.

She glanced at her faded UCLA T-shirt and sweatpants. Not quite interview couture. The college kid returned with a still-sizzling chunk of beef smothered in cheese. "Here you go ma'am. Anything else I can get you?"

"This looks great, thanks." Her mouth watered. "Can you tell me—is there a Western-wear store in town?" The kid filled her in as she reveled in her food, taking large bites of yet another meal that didn't come from a prison kitchen.

At the Western Emporium a half hour later, Aubrey stood before a mirror, a shirt in either hand, considering. She'd found the perfect pair of skinny jeans, and the paddock-style lace-up boots she'd tried on went well with them. Good for work, but stylish too.

The tailored shirt on the right was dressy, polished black cotton with pearl snap buttons and white embroidered roses on the yoke. The one in her left was blue windowpane plaid, more a workday shirt. If the High Heather was a dressage barn, she'd know what to buy, but from the merchandise here, odds were against that.

She'd already decided to buy them both, but which one for an interview? The business rule in her previous life dictated dressing one notch above the position. A booster of adrenaline dumped into her bloodstream. This interview would set a whole tone for her new life. In the past week, the shining promise of the open road had soured. It now felt tainted, dark, and off somehow, like a whiff of carrion.

She had to get this job.

She changed into the fancy shirt and after a glance-in-the-mirror reminder, selected a package of bandanas on her way to the counter. She handed over her credit card and watched as the clerk ran it through the old-fashioned imprint machine.

She scribbled, Aubrey Mad—

Crap. Her fingers spasmed. Heat shot up her neck, making the scar throb. She scratched out her last name and wrote "Tanner" over the bad beginning, then pushed the receipt across the counter. Banks never looked at those things anyway.


Max leaned on the pitchfork and wiped sweat out of his eye with his sleeve. He pushed his straw Stetson back, looking at the mess in the barn breezeway. He'd flipped Wyatt over the day's jobs, and Wyatt laughed when he chose the books, thinking Max had lost.

Shoveling shit is less depressing than wallowing in red ink all afternoon.

The past two hours he'd worked his way down the corridor, throwing soiled bedding from stalls into the aisle and laying new straw. Now he just had to bring the Bobcat around and push everything out the door. The ripe miasma of hot manure hung like a fog in the air. This job was not his career plan. He couldn't wait to hire somebody to take over.


When he looked up, the brightness of the barnyard almost blinded him, but there was no mistaking the sleek feminine line of those long legs.

"Can you tell me where I can find your manager?"

He had to give her credit. Though she avoided the reeking mess in the aisle, she neither minced steps nor held her nose, glancing into each stall she passed.

Creamy skin and high cheekbones spoke of good bloodlines. Curly hair the color of a chestnut's mane floated around her shoulders. Damn, red hair wasn't a dominant gene. So why did it keep cropping up in his life?

Sweet Jesus. He winced. When he realized he was staring at the angry scar on her graceful neck—and noticed that she noticed—he moved on to the fancy Saturday-night-go-to-town shirt. He propped the pitchfork against the stall door and wiped his hands on the seat of his jeans.

"You found the manager. Are you here about boarding your horse?"

"No, sorry." She pulled a folded newspaper from her back pocket. "I read you were looking for a groom," she said in a perky interview voice.

In that getup? He gestured to the corridor. "As you can see, we need one."

She put out a slim hand. "Aubrey Tanner."

"Max Jameson." Taking her hand, he let his eyes roam from the shiny new boots on up. "It's not a job you'll want." This is a waste of time, but I need a break. The scent of fresh lemon drifted to him. And she smells a damn sight better than manure. Besides, he could use this as practice for that kinder-and-gentler thing. "Sorry. Strike that. Let's go sit." He turned and led the way to the doorway in the center of the building.

They had to cross the tack room to get to the office. Dusty saddles straddled sawhorses, and more lay sprawled on the dirty tile floor. A few bridles hung from pegs, but he didn't even want to know what was in the pile in the corner, a snake's nest of dirty leather.

The office wasn't much better. He lifted a stack of battered Western Horseman magazines from the folding chair beside the WWII-era metal desk. He gestured for her to have a seat and then walked behind it.

"Our last groom ran out on us. Literally." The torn leather chair let out an alarming squeal when he dropped his butt in it.

She perched at the edge of the metal chair. "I worked as a groom at an English riding stable on the outskirts of Phoenix for four years."

"This is a working cattle ranch as well as a boarding barn. Our groom fills in as a cowhand during branding, castrating, and such. It's not a job for a woman." Especially another good-looking redhead. The last one about did me in.

She leaned forward, her back fence-pole straight. "I can handle myself around animals, and I'm stronger than I look."

His interest caught on the frayed-wire undertone of desperation in her voice. Why so twitchy and nervous for a job as a stable hand? While she recited her skills, he studied her. Those smooth hands weren't kin to manual labor. Her delivery was straightforward, yet she was clearly hiding something. She dressed like a rich client, yet she wanted a groom's position. The red hair reminded him of Jo, but nothing else did. A trickle of interest seeped into a tiny crack in his wall of chronic vexation.

She finished and sat looking at him, chin thrust forward.

"Okay." He lifted himself from the rickety chair. "Let's see what you can do."

Her brows scrunched. "Okay." She stretched the word like warm taffy.


Excerpted from Nothing Sweeter by Laura Drake. Copyright © 2014 Laura Drake. Excerpted by permission of Grand Central Publishing.
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Meet the Author

Laura Drake grew up in the suburbs outside Detroit, though her stories are set in the west. A tomboy, she's always loved the outdoors and adventure. In 1980 she and her sister packed everything they owned into Pintos and moved to California. There she met and married a motorcycling, bleed-maroon Texas Aggie and her love affair with the West was born. Laura rides motorcycles: Elvis, a 1985 BMW Mystic, and Sting, a 1999 BMW R1100.

In Texas, Laura was introduced to her first rodeo, and fell in love. She's an avid fan of Pro Bull Riding (PBR,) attending any event within driving distance, including two PBR National finals.

Laura now lives in California with her family. She is hard at work on her next novel.

For more information on Laura Drake, please visit:
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Nothing Sweeter 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book #2 of the Sweet on a Cowboy Series is as good as the first... Ms. Drake is a new author but she is extremely talented. Her characters and her story lines are flawless and unique... Aubrey Madison, aka Bree Tanner, is just out of prison for a crime she did not commit... Looking for a new start she winds up in Steamboat Springs, CO at a cattle ranch.. Beef is down in the market but she hires on as a groom and gradually works her way into the operation.. Max and Wyatt are the sons of the recently deceased owner of the ranch and they learn that their is not much money left to continue operation... So begins a great story of new beginnings.. Great story and beautifully written... I can't wait for more books by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Laura Drake’s second book in the Sweet series features Bree Tanner, a character traumatized by her past, but determined to make her  place in the world without help from anyone. What she’s really looking for is a home, only she doesn’t know that at first. She arrives at a  Colorado ranch, scarred physically and emotionally. Ranch owners and brothers, Max and Wyatt, couldn’t be more different – yet each has grown up in a home without much love or warmth.  They face ghosts from the past while trying to financially float a ranch loaded with debt. Max has a tough cowboy exterior, as tough as  Bree’s ex-con persona. They each have to show one another their vulnerabilities in order to build a true home undergirded with love and  acceptance. Each character in this book has complex layers that mark Drake’s emotional writing. Her writing is honest, fearless, funny and touching.  I very much enjoyed this book and seeing cameo appearances from characters in book one. Looking forward to the next one as well!
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
NOTHING SWEETER by Laura Drake is an interesting Contemporary Romance set at the High Heather Ranch. #2 of the “Sweet on a Cowboy” series, but can be read as a stand alone. See,”The Sweet Spot”. Cattleman Max Jameson needs a full-time stablehand. Aubrey Madison,aka Bre Tanner needs a new life and a new start,fresh out of prison,she applies for the job. With secrets,deception, past grief, and romance, “Nothing Sweeter” will tug at your heart. Emotionally charged but tender, a story of two unlikely people coming together. Bree is not only a stablehand, but she has a plan to save the ranch from foreclosure,if only her plan will work. Max is not so sure he wants to place the future of the family ranch on a stranger. His family has a secret or two of their own. Max and Bree have a chemistry between them,even if they don’t wish to acknowledge the attraction at first. Fact paced and love filled. There is nothing sweeter than a sexy rancher and a troubled stablehand. I enjoyed the sparks between Max and Bree, the engaging characters and the intriguing storyline. If you enjoy cowboys, ranch life, and the mystery of love you must read “Nothing Sweeter” you will not regret your choice. Won from the author. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
CrystalCB More than 1 year ago
I have now had the grand pleasure of reading both books in Laura Drake's Sweet on a Cowboy series, and over all I have read all three books by one of my new favorite authors. Laura Drake has such a talent for writing a story that just grabs a hold of your heart strings and touches all those emotions. I have not yet read one of her books that I did not laugh and cry during the story. She has such wonderfully creative story lines with characters that I would LOVE to meet. I always feel like I have made a new friend or two when I've finished one her books.  Aubrey Madison is in drastic need of a new start. She has had a horrible couple of years and none of it was really her fault. She has started out to find a new job and a new life where no one knows about her past. She's not hiding it she just really doesn't want to have to deal with it. I loved Bree, this girl is so strong and has such a great charismatic personality.  Max Jameson has lost his father, and dealt with relationship issues in the past. He has a mess on his hands trying to save his ranch. I really liked Max even though at times I wanted to tell him to get his stuff together and see what a gem he had in Bree. One thing I really enjoyed in this story was  watching Max and his brother Wyatt's relationship grow as the story progresses.  There are plenty of sparks between Bree and Max, these two have a lot of chemistry. They each have problems from their past that they must work through to make it to their happily ever after. Max has trust issues and Bree has the major thing from her past that she has to share with Max. She just has to find the right time. There is lots of drama, some humorous moments, a really nice romance with some steam, and cowboys. Who doesn't love cowboys? If you have read some of my reviews you know I love a good cowboy book!  Once again Ms. Drake has produced another wonderful piece of work that is full of all the great things I enjoy in a story. Laura Drake is on my must read list. If this wonderful lady writes a book I just have to get my hands on a copy of it. In my opinion she is one fabulous writer and I can't wait to see what she has in store for us next. If you enjoy a nice romantic contemporary western book, with some drama, and emotion, I think you really should give Laura Drake's work a try. Nothing Sweeter is part of a series but I don't think you would have a problem reading it as a stand alone, if you want to start with this one.  I am so delighted I was given the opportunity to read this book, so I may share my thoughts with you. As always is has been my pleasure to share my thought with you on this wonderful book.