Title: COMEBACK COWBOY
Author: Sara Richardson
Series: Rocky Mountain Riders, #2
On Sale: June 27, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD
I have not read the first book in the Rocky Mountain Riders series, however this did not affect my enjoyment of book 2.
Comeback Cowboy, as the title probably gives away, is a sweet, contemporary second chance romance.
Naoim and Lucas' relationship is beyond complicated. Throw other people - especially in a small town - into the mix and it could be a down right mess.
However Naomi takes them all on head on and holds her head high, for herself and her daughter Gracie - who is just too cute for words. I love that she doesn't ask or want help - but is not so stubborn to reject help that is offered.
I get the small town vibe of this book - I live in a town where if you sneeze, the next day the gossip mill has you on your death bed, so I could completely empathise with how the characters felt.
Whilst the plot of the story is nothing new - good guy, bad luck, loses the girl, wants the girl back - the execution of Comeback Cowboy that kept me anxiously turning each page.
I love the secondary characters in this book, particularly Lucas' brothers, and now can't to see where the series goes next - and I will go back and read the first book!
A
yellow Volkswagen Beetle blitzed toward Lucas, picking up speed. Yep, he’d
know that car anywhere. Naomi.
He
watched her draw closer and closer, and just like it always did when Naomi got
near, his heart picked up. Would she stop and give him a lift to the ranch?
They hadn’t
exactly been alone since he’d come back to Topaz Falls. She’d
made sure of that.
As
the yellow car sped around the curve, he lifted a hand to flag her down, but
the car didn’t
slow. Maybe she hadn’t seen him. Waving his arms, he stepped onto the shoulder…
Shit! The car was coming right for him! Adrenaline
fired through him and sent him rolling into the ditch just as the car’s
brakes screeched. The thing skidded and fish tailed, likely taking out half of
the tires’
tread.
Breathing
in the scent of burnt rubber, Lucas stared up at the sky. Well, that’d
been one hell of a close shave.
The
car door opened and out Naomi flew, stumbling down the embankment in her
polished red heels, to where he lay on the ground.
“God,
Lucas. I was so distracted I didn’t even see you.” Her
delicate hands covered her face. “My god, I almost hit you.” She staggered a few steps.
That
got him off the ground. “Hey.” He hurried over to her, brushing the gravel
off his ass. “I’m
fine.” He’d
been through a hell of a lot worse than a tumble down into a ditch. “See.
No blood. I’m good.”
She
nodded, but seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating. Which meant she was
in no condition to get behind the wheel of that car.
“Why
don’t I
drive you back to the ranch?” He slipped an arm around her waist to
support her, and he couldn’t resist drawing her close to him, closer
than she’d
been in ten long years. She still smelled like carefree summer afternoons—a
subtle hint of lemon along with the coconut oil she used to use to soften her
hands. That scent, the feel of her leaning into his body, roused a sudden
overpowering greed. He’d never hungered as desperately for something as he
hungered for her. To turn her fully to him. To feel those breasts he used to
kiss so intimately against his own chest again. He knew that body, remembered
every curve and bend, every fine detail…
“I’m
okay,”
Naomi whispered, shaking him off. “I can walk.”
Of
course she could. But she did hand him the keys before hurrying to climb into
the passenger’s
seat without his assistance.
Lucas
folded himself into the driver’s seat. “All right, then. We’re
off.” He
started the engine and backed up, then turned carefully out onto the highway.
He
stole a glance at Naomi. Her soft lips twitched as he studied her. It wasn’t
her full, bright, beautiful smile.
But
it was a start.
Sara Richardson grew up chasing
adventure in Colorado's rugged mountains. She's climbed to the top of a 14,000
foot peak at midnight, swum through Class IV rapids, completed her wilderness
first-aid certification, and spent seven days at a time tromping through the
wilderness with a thirty-pound backpack strapped to her shoulders.
Eventually Sara did the responsible
thing and got an education in writing and journalism. After a brief stint in
the corporate writing world, she stopped ignoring the voices in her head and
started writing fiction. Now she uses her experience as a mountain adventure
guide to write stories that incorporate adventure with romance. Still indulging
her adventurous spirit, Sara lives and plays in Colorado with her saint of a
husband and two young sons.
