Showdown In Southfork by Celia Yeary is the latest addition to the Wayback Texas series published by The Wild Rose Press, and carries on the tradition of being a damn good story full of good cowboy lovin'.
Marla Ellington inherits an abandoned town on ranchland near Wayback, Texas. When she arrives to claim her property, and finds Cody Matheson sitting on the porch of the dilapidated honky-tonk, her temper flares hotter than her pistol. Anger blazing, she settles in for a showdown.
Cody’s only goal for the week is to win the bull-riding event at the Saturday night rodeo. But when Marla receives an anonymous threat that forces her to leave town, Cody finds himself smack-dab in the middle of a mystery. ’Course, catching a criminal and lasting eight seconds on a bull are easy compared to winning the love of the feisty, strawberry-blonde beauty who wants nothing to do with him. Now it's his turn for a showdown.
The interactions between Cody, a rich and mysterious cowboy with a mischievously good sense of humor, and Marla, a little firecracker from the city, provide plenty of fun in this 98-page e-book.
I love that scene.
"I saw mice droppings over here when I arrived."
"Mice?" she squeaked.
"Yeah, I guess they come out over here."
"Noooo," she said with her hands on her cheeks. "Is that the truth?"
"Seems likely to me. That’s why I sleep back over there." He motioned with his head.
"Then, where am I going to sleep?"
Cody looked behind her, and said, "Whoa! One just popped his little head out that hole."
Goosebumps popped up on Marla’s arms and down her back. In one motion, she squealed, "Eeek!" sounding just like one of the mice again, turned, and slammed into Cody. He stood his ground while she literally climbed up his body, grasping his shirt, wrapping her legs around his hips, and moving on up to clasp her arms around his neck.
After only a few moments, she noticed he had not moved, except to lock his arms around her bottom and boost her a little higher. Leaning back, she looked into his face. He grinned like a Cheshire cat, or the one that got the cream.
The man was dangerous.
"I’ll get down now," she said, pursing her lips and looking away.
"Well…you’re gonna have to let go of my neck."
When she did, he held her close, allowing her to slide slowly down his body. When she stood toe-to-toe with him, she made the biggest mistake of her life. She looked up into his eyes.
"You sure are a little thing," he whispered.
"You’re short and compact," he said low and sexy.
"I’m…will you stop it?"
"Haven’t done anything, yet."
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