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The Hotel Rodeo in Las Vegas has seen better days, but managing partner Ty Morgan has come up with a way to return it to its former glory. His plan looks promising until the unthinkable happens. Suddenly Ty is working for the boss’s daughter. And Miss Monica Brandt, hot as she may be, doesn’t share his vision…
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She left a fabulous career and a frustrated fiancé in New York to move to Vegas and save her father’s investment. But now Monica is locking horns with a sexy cowboy-turned-businessman. What does Ty think he can do that she can’t? All Monica knows is that she doesn’t dare trust him—or is it herself she doesn’t trust?...
The battle lines are drawn. The stakes are high. And the attraction can’t be denied—especially the more closely Ty and Monica have to work together. Some odds are just meant to be played, and with chemistry this electric, it may be time to grab life by the horns…
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Hell on Heels
Hotel Rodeo Series
By Victoria Vane
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2016 Victoria Vane
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Las Vegas, Nevada
Two weeks earlier
Ty was late meeting Tom. Noontime traffic was a bitch, and finding a parking spot for a dually anywhere in the city was always a royal pain in the ass. Giving up the truck would be the most practical thing to do, but the F350 power-stroke diesel was as much a part of his identity as his Stetson. Although this place was once nothing more than a lonely desert cow town, his hat and truck were both becoming increasingly out of place in a progressively urbanized Las Vegas.
Sometimes Ty wondered what had kept him in Sin City all these years, but the longer he'd stayed away from Oklahoma, the more impossible it seemed ever to go back. Tom, on the other hand, only used Vegas for brief getaways, a return to civilization after months of seclusion at his ranch. Although he'd made vast improvements to the spread since the old days, the isolation of it — hours away from anything but cattle, cactus, and tumbleweeds — was probably the biggest reason three wives had left him.
Barely squeezing into the first vacant parking spot, Ty cut the engine and then quickly scrolled through the messages on his iPhone — nothing that couldn't wait. He switched it over to vibrate, slid it into his pocket, and climbed down from the cab.
Bob Taylor's Ranch House was a haunt of the Vegas old guard, and one of Tom's favorite restaurants. The western memorabilia covering the walls created an ideal ambience for a couple of transplanted cowboys. It was also all the way on the northwest side of town, which made it far enough off the beaten track to ensure the privacy they required. Ty hadn't even realized how hungry he was until he was hit by the mouth-watering aroma of meat seared on the open mesquite grill. He'd skipped breakfast, too preoccupied to think about food. He inhaled deeply and salivated as he scanned the room, spotting Tom at his favorite table, a booth favored by Elvis and Ann Margaret when they were shooting Viva Las Vegas.
Catching his eye, Tom flashed a lopsided grin and started to rise, but then gripped the table edge as if to balance himself. Early drinking didn't bode well. It wasn't like Tom, but then again, Ty had asked a helluva boon even from someone as flush in the pockets as Tom was.
"Sorry I'm late, Tom." They came together with a hand squeeze and shoulder clap, the closest they ever came to an actual hug. Ty slid into the booth.
"No trouble." Tom waved his hand. "I went ahead and ordered for both of us."
"Great." Ty grinned. "What're we having?"
"The twenty-two-ounce porterhouse from the dinner menu," Tom replied.
"Kinda heavy for lunch, doncha think?"
"Hell, yeah, but I didn't come to the food capital to eat veggie burgers. The steak here is still the best in town, and Rosa doesn't let me have beef but twice a week since my damned coronary last year. If I never see another chicken it'll be too soon."
Hiring Rosa had been Tom's answer to his three matrimonial strikeouts, but judging by his housekeeper's relative youth and voluptuousness, Ty guessed she was a bit more than that.
"When'd you get in?" Ty asked.
"Day b'fore yesterday."
"And you only called me this morning?" That wasn't like Tom either. This meeting already wasn't looking good. Deciding he should brace himself for bad news, Ty flagged down a cocktail waitress. "A double Jim Beam Black on the rocks, please."
The waitress was an attractive blonde with a nice rack who eyed them both from hats to boots with a blinding smile. Now that he thought about it, most of the women in Vegas had great tits and blazing white teeth. Maybe that's part of what kept him here. After taking Ty's order, she turned to Tom.
"You want anything from the bar, Mr. Brandt?"
"Nothing, thanks," Tom replied, looking her over with overt appreciation. He might be getting up in years, but he still admired a good-looking woman as much as the next man.
"All right-y, then," she replied with another flash of white teeth. "Be back in a jiff."
Both men watched her ass sway as she walked away. She noticed, caught Ty's eye, and winked. His prick stirred to life. Hell, it was only a wink. Was it that long since he'd been laid? Weeks probably, he realized dismally. But he'd been so damned busy lately. He decided then and there to add a good long fuck to his agenda once this meeting was over. Hell, if things turned out as he feared, he'd have to flag it as a number-one priority — right after getting shit-faced.
"I didn't call sooner because I wanted to meet with my banker, accountant, and lawyer before answering you," Tom replied at last, his perfectly impassive expression giving nothing away.
"And?" Ty prompted.
"I'm sorry to say they all counseled me against it, Ty. The ROI is piss-poor compared to what I'd make on the shale fields. You know how those bean counters are."
Fuck. Ty's gaze darted to the bar, where the waitress was flirting with a brawny blond bartender. He really needed that bourbon. Now.
"We both know the place is well past its heyday," Tom continued. "It hasn't made a profit in the past decade. Sure, it made money back when all the city dudes were hot to impress their gals on the mechanical bulls, but times have changed. I hate to say it, Ty, but my financial advisers want me to pull out of the hotel altogether and put the money where it'll grow — into hydraulic drilling and exploration." Tom sat back with a thoughtful look. "Ironic, isn't it? My granddaddy made a fortune wildcatting, lost most of it in the Depression, and now fracking the very same sites has made mine."
The waitress returned with his drink, but this time Ty answered her inviting smile with only a curt nod and a terse thanks. Pretty blondes, even ones with nice racks and pert asses, were now the last thing on his mind.
Tom's decision to pull out was a blow he'd half-expected but still wasn't completely prepared for. But with no wife or family, and nothing but old scars and broken bones to his credit, the hotel was all Ty had left. He took a long drink, savoring the bourbon bite while struggling to collect his scattered thoughts. After another fortifying swallow, he set his glass on the table. He still believed he could save the place and wasn't about to give it up without a fight.
"I can't argue with what your money men say, Tom, but Vegas is coming back. Maybe slowly, but it's happening. Gaming may still be down, but entertainment is up. Way up. Have you seen the High Roller yet? It's bigger even than the London Eye."
"Shit!" Tom shook his head with a chuckle. "Makes me dizzy just to look at that damned monstrosity. Can't stand anything higher than the back of a horse, myself. Not that I even do much of that anymore. It's hell to get old, Ty," Tom added with a sigh. "As for Vegas, you're right that this town has weathered a lot of shit storms since your father and I first hauled up here thirty years ago. Still can't believe it's been that long." He shook his head in bemusement. "Did I ever tell you I met my first wife here that very week?"
"Nope. I don't believe you ever did." In reality, Ty had heard the story half a dozen times, but he chose to indulge Tom's fondness for reminiscing.
Tom studied his drink for a while with a ghost of a smile. "It was back in eighty-five, the same year they moved the rodeo finals from Oklahoma City to Vegas. Her name was Vivian. Well, it still is, last I knew," he chuckled. "She'd come out to Vegas on a private jet with a group of girls on spring break from one of those snotty Ivy League schools. I forget which one. They were all dressed like movie stars and hot to slum with us cowboys — not to say we minded it a lick." He winked. "I was here with your ol' man. We'd hauled up a dozen bulls to an outfit outside Salt Lake and stopped in Vegas on the way back, only planning to stay one night, but ended up spending a long wild weekend in a penthouse at Caesar's. I remember having some good luck at the tables, but after that it's all a bit hazy." Tom looked chagrinned. "To tell the truth, the most I recall of that whole weekend is going to bed drunk as a skunk and waking up married."
"Not the first time that's ever happened in Vegas," Ty quipped. "How long did it last?"
"Not long. Vivian high-tailed it back to Connecticut the minute I voiced my intention of hauling her back to Oklahoma with me. It was maybe a week later that I got served with divorce papers. I thought about contesting it but didn't see the point. It was fun while it lasted, but she was far too highbrow for the likes of an Okie like me."
"I know that feeling," Ty remarked dryly. He'd made a similar error with a Houston-bred beauty named Delaney McCall. Ty had sworn never to repeat the mistake. Tom, on the other hand, wrote triple alimony checks.
Ty and Delaney had met at the Houston Livestock Show. He'd been instantly infatuated with her, while she'd taken up with him purely out of rebellion. Much like Tom's marriage to Vivian, their honeymoon had been short-lived. The sex was hot but the rest ... was not. She'd wanted to settle down on the ranch and have babies, but Ty wasn't ready to give up rodeo contracting. He also wasn't willing to let anyone dictate his life. One of his chief faults was his refusal to answer to anyone. Tom was the only exception to that rule, but Tom had largely let him go his own way.
"I never heard from Vivian for nigh on eighteen years," Tom continued, snapping him back to the present. "But when she got word I'd come into some money, I got the shock of my life — and slapped with a patrimony suit. It turns out that Monica was born only two months after the divorce was finalized, but I never even knew she existed until Vivian decided to sue for eighteen years of back child support ... and won," he ended dryly.
"That's a bitch and a half," Ty remarked.
"She is," Tom laughed. "But it wasn't paying out all that money that burnt my ass as much as losing all that time with my daughter. You were the son I never had, and she's the daughter I didn't even know about." Tom shook his head with a look of profound regret. "All those years wasted. There ain't no way to ever make that up, Ty."
"How'd Monica react to the news?" Ty asked.
"It was as much a shock to her as it was to me, but she agreed to a legal adoption. She was already in college when I finally met her. We've been slowly building on that ever since. Better late than never, I guess. I go to New York a couple times a year to see her, but I've never been able to convince her to come out to the ranch."
"I don't imagine a New York woman would care much for cattle ranching."
"You're right about that," Tom agreed with a chuckle and then retrieved his wallet. "Here, take a gander." He pulled out a photo of a young brunette in her graduation cap and gown. "Harvard Business School, magna cum laude."
Ty studied the photo. She had Tom's clear gray eyes, but where Tom's were softened by a perpetual hint of humor, Monica's held a gleam that suggested she knew her worth. Her mouth was curved in a subtle kiss-my-ass kinda smile. Going by looks alone, Ty summed her up as a bitch-in-the-making. "So what is she now, about twenty-eight?" he asked, more out of courtesy than real interest.
"Yup. Graduated with an MBA five years ago and landed a job on Wall Street in investment banking. Smart as hell and tough as nails to boot. You know a woman's gotta be twice as good as a man just to compete. I've offered to put her in charge of any of my business interests, but she refuses. Says we'll talk only after she's made it on her own merits."
Ty handed the photo back with a nod. Whether Tom was close to his daughter or not, it was clear that he was mighty proud of her.
"She recently got engaged to a real asshole, though," Tom continued. "Smug, self-important sonofabitch. Don't know what she sees in him." Tom paused, still looking at the photo. "You know, Ty, if I thought you had any mind to settling down ..."
"Me?" Ty snorted. "You're barking up the wrong tree there, Tom. I ain't marriage-minded, and my track record with women isn't much better than yours."
"All right. Enough ancient history." Tom replaced the photo in his wallet. "We're here to talk about the present. I want to hear more about this idea of yours, Ty."
Ty dipped his index finger into the glass and stirred the ice cubes. Even though it was the original purpose of this meeting, the sudden turn in conversation after talking about Tom's successful daughter made him feel like a real shitheel. Monica, his own flesh and blood, had refused his help, and here he was with his hand out. He consoled himself that at least he'd worked for everything Tom had given him. He'd done his best, but the old hotel was finished unless Tom agreed to invest in it.
"I want to revitalize," Ty finally said. "But we need an attraction to do it. Caesar's has invested over five hundred mil in their new expansion, and SLS is refurbing the old Sahara across The Strip. They're reopening it as a boutique hotel with a Fred Segal outlet. Everyone who wants to make it out here is renovating or innovating to attract a new non-gaming demographic.
"We can't hope to stay in business, much less compete, unless we act on a big scale. For months I've been dealing with a settling foundation, leaking roof, and almost daily repairs. I've been slapping Band-Aids on the place for too long. If we don't do something soon, we might as well demolish the whole damn place."
There it was, the fifty-million-dollar question laid out on the table.
Ty waited, watching Tom stare into his glass, mouth pursed in thought. "I agree with you, Ty," Tom said after a time. "But I've never been real eager to throw good money after bad. And you're asking for lotsa good money. Fifty million is a huge investment under the circumstances. Hell, I only paid eight for the place."
"But that was thirty years ago, Tom. Real estate on The Strip has skyrocketed since then. The land alone is probably worth triple that now."
"I don't get out here much anymore," Tom said. "Maybe it's time to just sell out. I admit I've thought about it a dozen times over the years and I've had some good offers too. Benny Binion offered for it three times. Don't know why I've held onto it. Maybe it's just foolish nostalgia."
Ty swallowed hard, as if given a death sentence. He recalled watching the demolitions of the old landmark casinos and shut his eyes on visions of implosions and wrecking balls. He opened them again on a fatal sigh, scrubbed his face, and then took another long swig. Although they were still talking, he couldn't judge by Tom's expression whether he had cause to worry or to celebrate.
"You really think you can turn the operation around?" Tom asked.
"Hell, I don't know," Ty groaned. "But I wanna try."
"You really think building an attraction is the answer?"
"Yeah, I do. The life you and I know is a novelty to these folks. I'd like us to offer live entertainment of a kind folks don't expect here in Vegas."
"Yeah," Ty said. "Why not? People come from all over to see magicians and those pansy-ass Canadian circus performers. Why not give them some all-American entertainment? America still loves cowboys. The proof is in the pudding on that — the national bull-riding association's making money hand over fist."
"I thought you wanted out of that game. Wasn't it why you left Oklahoma?" Tom's question was more probing than rhetorical.
"I had a lot of reasons for leaving," Ty replied. "But I figure some of those aren't as relevant anymore."
Tom had offered him the job in Vegas when Ty was at an all-time low and desperate to break the cycle that had killed his father, the cycle he'd sworn never to fall into. But he had fallen. Deeper and harder than his old man ever had. Given time, his end would have been the same. The change of scenery had been a literal lifeline.
"Didn't say I plan to be the one in the arena," Ty corrected. "I'm too old and busted up for any more of that shit, but there's plenty of younger guys gunnin' to do it. Vegas holds the bull-riding championships every year, but I'd like to take the whole thing up a notch."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Not yet, but I'm exploring some new ideas."
"Bulls, eh? I like it, Ty. I really do. Fuck the bean counters!" Tom slapped the table. "I'd like to see where you take this. Let's rebuild the place. Make it bigger. Make it better."
"What did you say?" Ty could hardly believe his ears.
"You heard me right. If we're gonna do it, let's not go about it half-assed. Here's what I'm willing to do." Ty's heart raced as Tom pulled a bundle of papers from his jacket pocket and penned a figure on the page that nearly made his eyes cross. He'd already done the research and spoken with architects. He knew his big plans required big funding, but Tom was offering far more than he'd asked for. Almost double.
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Two strangers, a hotel in financial trouble, misconceptions, poorly explained agendas and a debilitating stroke set the scene for the first in the Hotel Rodeo series. Ty is from Oklahoma, relocated to Las Vegas with a once successful, now in need of upgrades, hotel. Women find him charming and irresistible, fortunate for him as ‘commitment to a relationship’ is not in his vocabulary. When his friend, partner and mentor/father figure Tom agrees to finance the renovations, things are looking up for Ty, and then Tom has a massive stroke. Racing to her father’s side, Monica has dropped everything to manage her father’s affairs and see to his health. These two are oil and water, acting on assumptions and first impressions with little or no validation for their conclusions. It was understandable to see Monica’s distrust at first, but Ty’s obvious caring for her father should have allayed those concerns, at least to some degree. But the continued back and forth, the repeated refusal to see what was staring themselves in the face was frustrating and made me want to shake them both. There was chemistry for sure, but the deeper connection that they both fought so hard to ignore had me unable to buy into Ty and Monica as a couple. And, perhaps they will give me more time to see them together, and fighting the obstacles to their happiness instead of one another, as the story is not yet complete…. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Good quick read at around 145 pages. Well written , doesn't bog down and the characters are enjoyable . Romance ,sass and Hot cowboys . Look forward to the next one in the series to find out if monica and ty finally get together.
Tye and Monica have nothing in common. They start off hating each other, but it gets hot and heavy fast. Very fast. They both are so set in their ways, I didn't expect one of them to want commitment so soon. Too bad the other isn't ready yet. These two grabbed my attention. IT was a very fast and entertaining read. I'm ready to start the next book. Hell on Heels (Hotel Rodeo #1) by Victoria Vane was kindly provided to me by the publisher through NetGalley for review. The opinions are my own.
Hell on Heels is the first installment of the Hotel Rodeo series. I enjoyed this fun short story and look forward to the next installment. Four stars
This is part 1 of the Hotel Rodeo series and ends with cliffhanger. The story features Ty, a former rodeo star and managing partner in the run down Hotel Rodeo. He has a grand plans to renovate it and seeks the backing of Tom, his partner and mentor to proceed. After Tom gives Ty the go ahead to renovate, he has a stroke and is hospitalized. Ty calls Monica, Tom's daughter, who lives in New York and who is very close to her father. Tom urges Monica to take his place and makes her in charge of his holdings while he recovers. Ty and Monica are opposites and their chemistry is off the charts. She is in a committed relationship and has different ideas on how to handle the hotel. Will Ty be able to change Monica's mind about the hotel? This book had me worried after I finished the first five chapters, but I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the ending of this half of the story. The story was fun, steamy, and well paced. I don't normally like cliffhangers, but I do plan on reading the second book in this series. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
A new series by Victoria Vane . It's a contemporary . The Hero is Ty and the heroine is Monica . And a few minor players . Place is Vegas in the book and Oklahoma . Ty was meeting his partner (Tom ) at a restaurant to discuss doing renovations to a hotel . Tom is like a father to Ty who took care of him when Ty father was killed . The 2 men agree on certain things and they are ready to leave . Out in the parking lot Tom has a stoke . He is rushed to the hospital . His daughter is in New York (Tom has only known her for 10 yrs ) and gets a phone call about Tom . Let's just say Monica's life in New York is a dog eat dog world . Especially her boss . Monica rushes to Vegas to see her father . That is where Monica meets Ty at the hospital. Monica takes one look at Ty and doesn't trust him. Monica thinks that Ty caused Toms stroke . Monica also what's to get back to New York ASAP . She plans on selling the hotel . Ty feels like she is giving him the third degree and he wants to quite . Monica tries to buy some time so she tries to by Ty . Monica gives him 2 options some mega money I mean millions and a B___job . Ty wants her to see the beauty of his plan for the hotel . He dosnt want to sell and Ty wants some hanky panky . Getting down and dirty . Meanwhile Tom (Monica's dad) is paralyzed from the right side . He can't speak at all . Only on the iPad . There is a few twits and turns to the story . Right when you wonder there is another turn . Both Monica and Ty get a few surprises at the end of the story . It's a great read . Couldn't put it down
The Hotel Rodeo may not look great now but Ty has a plan for it and it doesn’t included working for the boss’s daughter. Monica moves to Vegas from New York and has plans of her own to save her father’s investment. The banter between these two is highly entertaining and the chemistry is hot. I really enjoyed the beginning of this new series. Be advised this does end on a cliffhanger. Looking forward to the next book.
Ty manages his hotel in Las Vegas, but with the change in times, it needs updating. His partner, Tom, the man who’s always helped him, is willing to invest the money into the update. When he suddenly has a stroke, his daughter comes to oversee her father’s health and investments. How will Ty be able to convince Monica that her father wants to invest in updating the hotel? She wants to sell the place and get back to her own career. Now the attraction between them seems to be making life a bit more complicated. When they both want their own way, the stakes skyrocket and all bets are off… Hell on Heels is yet another action packed, sizzling hot, work of art from Ms. Vane! Her stories are always comprehensive and lack nothing. The sexual tension between Ty and Monica was palpable and I couldn’t wait for consummation. When that came (of course, the pun is completely intended!), it was blatant and sizzling hot. Ms. Vane definitely knows how to warm me from the inside out when I read her romances, completely involved in every single word. Ty is quite a scrumptious cowboy who knows just how to please his women. He’s so alive in Hell on Heels, you’ll feel the lovin’ and that’s not only what I want, I’m sure it’s what every romance reader demands…and Ms. Vane will pull through every time! With the sneak peak at the next book in this series, I’ve already been drawn in for more and I can hardly wait! 5 Stars!
#1 in the new and exciting "Hotel Rodeo" series. A new Contemporary Romance by an author who has proven she can write across genre. "Hell on Heels" is a fast paced, quick read. A tug of war between a feisty, Investment heroine and a sexy, Cowboy turned Hotel partner, Ty, with ideas to turn this hotel around. Enter, the boss' sexy, opinionated daughter, Monica, who has her own plans. Sparks fly between the two, from the beginning, but will it be enough to begin a romantic relationship? Can Ty and Monica make their budding romance work? Will they grab life and hold onto what they have found or let love slip away? A sexy, Romantic, and passionate story where the characters are engaging, opinionated, stubborn, and passionate. The storyline is unique, interesting and the sensual moments are tactfully done. This story is intense, emotional and powerful. While, not a cliffhanger, it does leave some unanswered questions. I strongly recommend! Be warned... it is a sexy story. I can't lie, I have enjoyed everything Ms. Vane has written thus far, whether, Contemporary or Historical. She is a powerful and talented storyteller. A must read for Contemporary Romance fans, and fans of sexy Cowboys and feisty heroines who know their own minds. Can't wait for the next installment. * Received for an honest review from the publisher via Net Galley * Rating: 4 Heat rating: Hot Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
This was a great read. When Monica's father has a stroke she comes face to face with someone who captivates her as much as he irritates her. Her fathers business partner and someone he has known since he was a young boy. Ty is scared, the only man who he has ever cared about, the father figure in his life has had a stroke and thrown Ty's life into a tailspin, when he meets Monica for the first time, first impressions are less than impressionable. But the sparks quickly fly between these two. But both are stubborn and from different worlds, can these two total opposites make it work? Do they want it to work? You have to read on to find out, and I highly suggest you do, this was my first read by this author and I'm hooked.
I must say I really enjoyed this book!! It's my first by this author and I will definitely be looking at more from her. This one is a fun opposites attract story that is the beginning of a new series. Word of warning, while there isn't a huge cliffhanger the story does continue in the next book. Monica Brandt is in Las Vegas for one reason. To help her father with his business dealing while he's recuperating. She has an MBA so she is fully confident in her ability to handle anything thrown at her. What she hadn't expected was Ty Morgan. Former rodeo bull rider, now managing one of her father's hotels. He has big plans to bring the hotel back to it's prior glory. Her plans - sell it!! The back and forth between these two was very entertaining and I can't wait for the next book to see how this story continues!! I highly recommend it.
Monica Brandt has an MBA from Harvard, Ty Morgan is a former bull rider. What do they have in common? Tom Brandt, Monica’s father, who is a partner along with Ty in the Hotel Rodeo. When Tom has a heart attack, Monica has to rush to her father’s side in order to see to his business; her fiancé Evan, who is also her boss, forbids her to go or else she loses her posh job; well, family comes first. However, when she arrives in Las Vegas, she fails to see why the hotel should be bothered with, while it is Ty’s pride and joy, and he wants to make improvements and see it brought back to its former glory. There is just one little problem, they must work together and they hate each other. I loved everything about HELL ON HEELS, even though Monica comes off at the beginning as an ice queen, but I had problems with how Ty and Monica first dealt with their animosity, and how super sexy Ty handled the sexually frustrated Monica; it felt forced. But I adore Victoria Vane, her cowboys, her tremendous storytelling skills and her flawless writing. As long as I can get the unfortunate episode out of my head when the second instalment comes around, I’ll be happy, because the Hotel Rodeo series sounds very promising, and Victoria Vane is the author. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
A pleasant surprise. I have read some of Ms. Vane's work in the past so I am familiar with her as an author. Love her historical romances. I had no idea that she wrote contemporary romance though. I received an ARC of Hell on Heels in exchange for an honest review. At the beginning it was touch and go for me. The build up to the intro between the main characters seemed far too drawn out. Once it happened however there was no going back. The tension permeated off the page in every interaction between Ty and Monica. There was no clear favorite for me in their steamy battle enjoyed it so much that that I am looking forward reading more contemporary from this author.