Please give a huge welcome to fellow Decadent Publishing author, Brenna Zinn!
Jessica! I’m so glad to be back on your blog. You are one of my favorite people in the writing bizz and your followers are truly some of the best. You’re a lucky woman.
A loud and rowdy, “Hey, Y’all from Austin, Texas” goes out to you, readers. (If you’re wondering if people from Austin really are that friendly, the answer is unequivocally YES. Especially if you greet us with a beer or margarita.)
The topic of my blog today is the appeal of the cowboy.
Take a look at this guy. Did a shiver go down your spine? Mine too when I first saw him. Without his saying a word or even seeing his face we know some basic facts about this guy. He’s strong. He’s independent. He’s the kind of guy who takes what he wants, values what he has, and will fight to the death to protect what he cherishes. He’s works hard, plays hard, and when he falls for the right girl, he loves with ever fiber of his being. He’s a cowboy. An icon of the American West. A true American hero and the stuff of romance and legends.
Before finally settling deep in the heart of Texas, home of the cowboy, I lived in Montana – another place where cowboys (and Indians) also hang out. I’ve met many a cow punch who had me drooling like one of my English Mastiffs after a good walk around the park. Believe me, it’s not a pretty sight. There’s just something almost indescribable about how these men can lure a woman in without even trying. The mystic of the American cowboy is enough to charm even the most sensible woman into dropping her panties before she even realizes she’s lifted her skirt.
I used this mystic in my book When A Lady Meets A King. My heroine, Lady Pembrook, decides to sneak off to San Antonio, Texas to fulfill a fantasy of a one night stand with a real American cowboy. (Yes, the lure even reaches as far as England.) But what Lady Pembrook doesn’t realize is she’s a damsel in distress when intrigue starts to rear its mysterious head. Luckily there’s bigger than life, sexy cowboy there to save the day…or is he?
Here’s a little more about my book, When A Lady Meets a King. I hope you enjoy it. And please feel free to visit me any time at my website and blog. WWW.BrennaZinn.com and WWW.BrennaZinn.blogspot.com.
Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity, to satisfy her fantasy of a one night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But can she fulfill her dream of a naughty sexual encounter after discovering a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior in America?
Though riding bulls and taming wild horses aren’t the only risks Burton King has taken in a lifetime of working on a ranch, nothing scarred him deeper than falling for the wrong woman. When he finds a damsel in distress, will the oath he swore to never get involved with another woman keep him from finding the woman of his dreams?
Her English accent, both refined and seductive, lingered in his head like a favorite melody. Leaning in, he took her hand in his, noting the softness of her touch and the aroma of her perfume. Vanilla and warm brown sugar. She smelled like a fresh-baked cookie, perfect for eating. He stopped himself from licking his lips. “I’m Burton King. It’s my pleasure. Mind if I join you?”
Before answering, she took a deep inhale and released it. In that brief moment her demeanor abruptly changed. Like a switch had been flipped somewhere deep inside her, the vulnerable lamb suddenly vanished.
“Absolutely Mr. King. My pleasure.” She removed her purse from the bar stool next to hers and patted the wood seat. “I hoped this wouldn’t stay empty for long.”
Once high pitched and riddled with fear, her voice had become low and steady, her trembling body calm. If he hadn’t had his eye on her from the moment she’d left the hotel lobby, he would have sworn the lady sitting at the bar was an entirely different woman.
Her shift from damsel-in-distress mode triggered an alarm in his head. Something about this situation seemed off. Just plain wrong. No doubt he should turn around and leave this pot of brewing trouble behind. Did he really want to take on someone else’s problems?
But now that he’d seen her up close—good Lord, the woman was beautiful—he couldn’t walk away. Budding lust and intrigue kept his feet cemented to the floor.
Why is this gorgeous woman here all alone?
Thank you and happy reading.
Ciao – Brenna Zinn
About the Author:
Equally at home camping in the mountains of Montana or shopping on the Champs-Elysees in Paris, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than artfully weaving erotic tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.