“No one can hurt me if I don’t let them have the power to do it. Which means I’m better off alone.”
Well… I do love me some Cowboys and Harper Sloan has fast become my go to girl to give me my fix. But seriously though, I have adored this series from the very first book and have waited with baited breath for Clay’s story. There was just something that always intrigued me about him and I just knew Harper would pull out all the stops to deliver his story better than expected. Even though I have loved all the books in the Coming Home series, if I had to choose one, I would probably say Cowboy Up is my favorite.
Clay is the eldest of the Davis siblings and hence a lot of responsibility rests on his shoulders. He has always been the one to take care of the other Davis clan, the family business, he takes his responsibilities seriously. Poor, serious and moody Clay has not had the easiest of lives and history with past relationships and as a result has become quite the loner, but that’s ok because he likes to be by himself. He works too hard and has no time or the inclination for a relationship, until now that is…
Caroline has not had the easiest of lives either. She has had to pack up and leave due to her ex, but this mammoth move was made easier thanks to her two best friends. Now is her chance to live her life for herself and no one else. What she wasn’t counting on though was a steamy one night stand with dark cowboy named Clay.
“I’m not ready to let the woman in my arms go. I’ve never felt this connected to someone. I felt it the first time I had her in my arms, ignored it, but I won’t make that mistake again. I’m sick of living a shadow of a life because I let my fucked-up past cloud my way toward some sort of normal future. Even if nothing comes of this, I’m going to try.”
The attraction and intense chemistry between Clay and Caroline was instant and I just knew this was the beginning of something beautiful. After their initial one night of passion they went their separate ways, but I read with anticipation for fate to step in and bring these two back together again.
I absolutely loved this series and to say I’m sad that it has ended is a massive understatement. Harper Sloan sure knows how to draw you in with her plot, humor, steam, emotion, romance and let’s not forget those broody sexy cowboys that she creates that I just can’t help but fall in love with.
If you’re anything like me and love your possessive and sexy cowboys that will make you swoon beyond all belief, then look no further than Cowboy Up, book three in the Coming Home series. Each story can be read as a stand-alone, so be sure to check it out… you know you want to 🙂
I push my hands from his shoulders and palm his jaw as his stubble prickles against my fingers while my hands wander up to his hair. His hat falls to the ground with a thud and I know he’s just as lost in me as I am in him, because he doesn’t even make a move to pick it up. He lets out a deep grunt when I mold myself against his body, seeking some sort of friction. The next thing I know, my back is against the door and he’s gripping my bottom. His mouth hits my jaw with a bite of his teeth, making a squeak of pleasure shoot up my throat, and his deep rumble of laughter reaches my ears as he presses me harder into the door with his hips. The heavy bulge of his erection against that spot makes me so desperate for him that I whimper in relief when his mouth finally closes over mine in a wet tangle of tongues.
I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.
This is the kind of kiss that sets the bar for any that might follow.
The kind that shows you everything you’ve been missing and everything you never knew you wanted. I’m going to be comparing every kiss I ever have to my dark cowboy’s, even though I know there’s a good chance no one will ever compare. The sounds coming from my mouth, the ones being swallowed by his, are nothing short of needy. My hips move in tandem with the thrusts of his, and even though we’re both fully clothed, I know it won’t take much more of this for me to go off like the town’s fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Fuck, you taste just like apple pie,” he whispers against my lips, breaking away with a gasp.
“Goddamn, I love apple pie,” he says before his mouth is back on mine, this time with a whole new kind of hunger deepening his kisses.
I’m held captive, enraptured. Then his hands move from my bottom to glide up my torso. He lifts his hard chest off mine and suddenly those delicious fingers are at my breasts. Even if I had big boobs his hands would dwarf them, I’m sure, but as it is he covers both with a firm grasp before adjusting his hold with a deft twist of the wrists. His mouth continues to feast on mine while his huge hands learn my body with slow movements. I tear my mouth from his with a breathy moan when he pushes my shirt up and slips his fingers into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.
“Oh, God,” I moan when he does it again.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles.
“Please,” I beg, not with the slightest clue as to what I’m begging for.
His hips dig even harder into mine as he leans back, supporting me against the door with that connection alone as he pulls my shirt off. The darkness makes me feel more confident than I normally would be, almost half naked with a man—no, a stranger.
“Yours too,” I tell him as his fingers move to unclasp my bra. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, taking over the task so he’ll hopefully give me what I want.
I fumble in my haste to feel more of this dangerous arousal he’s creating in my body, but the second my bra is free and dangling toward the floor, his naked chest collides against mine, pushing me into the door with a force that sends the air rushing out of my lungs.
His mouth hits my collarbone at the same time his hands grasp my bottom, sliding me up the door until I feel the wet heat of his breath against my breast.
Then he stops.
About the Author:
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.