Turning towards the other bed, she saw Jonathon sprawled out, Chelsea the cat burrowed in next to him. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear them and observe him more closely.
Stubble covered his cheeks but even without that, his features were deliciously rugged. A nose that had been broken at least once, a firm, square jaw, and if she remembered correctly, blue eyes that flashed when he was angry. Which he'd been most of the time since she'd met him.
His facial features certainly did not go along with his prissy, snobbish attitude nor with the expensive dress shirt and slacks he still wore. His looks suggested a man who should be out on the range, roping cows. Did men still rope cows? Why was she fantasizing about cowboys anyway?
This is from Take Me Like a Hurricane in the anthology Coming Together; Through the Storm. The proceeds from this book go to Mercy Corps, a group that aids with relief during natural disasters. If you like erotic fiction, you'll love this book! I've just started reading it and am delighted with the stories already.
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