Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Series Feature - Heart of the Rockies Series by Sara Richardson

NO BETTER MAN (Heart of the Rockies, #1)

When it comes to business, Avery King always comes out on top. So after a very public breakup, work is the perfect excuse to flee the Windy City for the gentle breezes of Aspen, Colorado. Her mission: acquire the land of a rundown mountain ranch. Avery expects an easy win . . . until she meets the rugged and irresistible rancher who won't give up his property without a fight.

Bryce Walker is stunned by the stubborn beauty determined to get what she wants. But what she wants is his last connection to the life he used to have. Bryce has plans to return the ranch to its former glory and no way will he sell his family home. Yet the more time he spends with Avery, the more her sweet touch makes him forget his painful memories. Now Bryce must decide whether living in the past is worth losing his future . .


SOMETHING LIKE LOVE (Heart of the Rockies, #2)

IT'S GONNA BE A WILD RIDEBen Noble needs to do some damage control. Fast. His heart has always been in ranching, but there's no escaping the spotlight on his high-powered political family. Now the only thing that can restore his reputation is a getaway to the fresh air of Aspen, Colorado. Not to mention that the trip gives Ben a second chance to impress a certain gorgeous mountain guide. But Paige Harper is nothing like the shy girl he remembers . . . she's so much more.

Paige is serious about Ben, too: seriously annoyed that the playboy cowboy is using her mountain for his PR. Once upon a time, she fell for Ben's aw-shucks charm, but the fairy tale didn't end happily. Paige doesn't intend to let down her guard again. But keeping their relationship all business and no pleasure may be harder than she thinks-especially if the moonlight, the Rockies, and a certain irresistible rancher have anything to say about it...

MORE THAN A FEELING (Heart of the Rockies, #3)

STOP RUNNING . . .AND START FALLINGFor Ruby James the Walker Mountain Ranch is her safe haven. Here in Aspen, Colorado, she can finally build a quiet life for herself without fear of her old one rearing its ugly head. Or so Ruby thinks. Any single woman would be happy to indulge a tall, dark, and curious cop-but the closer Ruby gets to him, the closer she gets to losing her newfound peace.

Police officer Sawyer Hawkins is no stranger to secrets. He's ready to leave town for good until a security threat brings him back to Walker Ranch, and Ruby's gorgeous green eyes soon have him second-guessing his decision to go. Her kindness and quiet strength awaken feelings he'd thought long buried, even as her reluctance to talk about her past worries him. The cop in Sawyer only wants the truth-but the man in him wants Ruby in his arms forever . . .


Best way to get warm is to take a hot bath,Bryce informed her as he kneeled down to crank on the faucet in the oversized tub hed never used.

Thats not necessary,she murmured breathlessly. Hed never heard her sound more afraid.

Itll warm you up faster than anything else. Trust me.He swiped a clean towel from the cabinet and set it next to the tub. Dont worry. Im not planning to hang out and watch.Though he wouldnt mind, but she obviously didnt want that. You can take your time. Ill go make a fire.

Okay,she said, but her eyes shifted like she was uncomfortable. Yeah. That was his fault. Last night, hed walked away, leaving her bare and vulnerable. Hopefully one mistake hadnt ruined his chances with her.

He moved toward the door. Ill find something dry for you to wear and leave it on the bed.Stepping into his bedroom, he closed the bathroom door, then went to the very back of his closet and pulled out the heavy bathrobe he never wore. At least itd keep her warm. Maybe he could throw her dress in the dryer

Bryce?Averys muffled voice came through the door.

He hurried over. Yeah?

The door opened and she stood there still clothed in that soaked dress, which happened to accentuate her perfect cleavage.

Um…” Her face glowed even redder than it had out in the snow. I cant seem to get the zipper down.

Well, shit. That meant hed have to touch her, to see what hid under her dress. Are you sure?he asked. Because once he touched her, it wouldnt be easy to stop.

Ive tried,she muttered, like this was much harder on her than it was on him. It probably was. Itd be a lie to say he wouldnt enjoy it.

I pulled on it, but it started to rip.

Okay.No problem. He just couldnt think about how much he wanted to ravage her right now. Careful not to touch her skin, he gathered her hair in his hand so he could locate the zipper.

As he undid the clasp, a slow breath leaked through his lips. God, she smelled good.

Carefully, he tugged on the zipper. It didnt budge. Of course. Now hed have to touch her. Sure enough, his fingers grazed the soft skin on her shoulders as he tugged harder. Finally, the zipper gave. Howd you get stuck in front of the underwear store?he asked to distract himself from the slow reveal of her bra and underwear.

I was actually at Elevation 8,000,she said, her voice as guarded as his movements. With my father and some of his friends.

Mustve been some dinner,he said, studying the sexy cut of the dress.

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, swam 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 five years 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. Her first contemporary romance, No Better Man, was released by Grand Central forever 2015.


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