My Valentine Cowboy

by Ashley Adams

Overview

Guys, never put your job before a hot date. She may find someone else to love. Tammy’s date for the company Valentine’s Party has cancelled at the last moment, leaving her to go unescorted. This in itself isn’t a problem, but her plan to get laid on Valentine’s Day has been seriously derailed. Dressed to kill and running on tequila shots, she sets her sights on the company courier, very much the gentleman as well as a cowboy at heart. Cupid’s arrow strikes home, and she soon learns there’s more to this cowboy than ropin’ and riding.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940149868438
Publisher:	TWB Press
Publication date:	02/10/2015
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	187 KB

About the Author

To say I’m sexually frustrated would be an understatement. Men think they know what women want, but in my experience, they haven’t got a clue. I once had the hots for my boss. Oh, he’d pat my fanny once in a while, in the break room, but what I really wanted him to do was take me in his arms and kiss me dizzy. I didn’t have the nerve to kiss him first, that wouldn’t have been socially acceptable behavior on my part. I didn’t want to be labeled the office flirt and didn’t want to get him in trouble with his wife, so I quit in frustration. Unemployment gave me a lot of time to think. I couldn’t be the only woman whose fantasies went unexplored, and I wondered if those fantasies were universal, or was I just being silly? What woman wouldn’t want to put her fears and inhibitions aside to visit a discrete sex club and meet a gorgeous man who’d show her a new lifestyle? Was I the only woman on earth who fantasized about a threesome with a husband and his best friend? Who wouldn’t want to skinny-dip in a mountain hot spring with a couple of hunky cowboys and a curvy cowgirl thrown in for fun? I decided to write about women exploring these fantasies. If I’m right about what women really want, I’ll know by the number of fans who enjoy my stories. If I’m wrong, at least I’ll have explored my fantasies on paper and become a little less frustrated, or perhaps a little more demanding of the men who come into my life. Wish me luck.