Slow Hand
By Victoria Vane
Sourcebooks Casablanca
November 4, 2014
$7.99/£5.99
Summary:
In rural Montana…
Wade Knowlton is a hardworking lawyer who’s torn between his
small-town Montana law practice and a struggling family ranch. He’s on the
brink of exhaustion from trying to save everybody and everything, when gorgeous
Nicole Powell walks into his office. She’s a damsel in distress and the breath
of fresh air he needs.
Even the lawyers wear boots…
Nicole Powell is a sassy Southern girl who has officially
sworn off cowboys after a spate of bad seeds—until her father’s death sends her
to Montana and into the arms of a man who seems too good to be true. Her
instincts tell her to high tail it out of Montana, but she can't resist a
cowboy with a slow hand…
About the Author:
Victoria Vane is a multiple award-winning romance
novelist and history junkie whose collective works of fiction range from wildly
comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes
historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic
Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog.
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Excerpt:
He went to work on his shirt buttons. His collar was soon
wide open revealing a generous show of muscular chest that make her hands itch
to rip it off him. She diverted her gaze and curled her itchy hands by her
sides.
“Have no fear, cowboy,” Nikki replied in a tone meant to
disguise the warm flush that had come over her. “I corralled all my wild
impulses long ago.”
“Did you, now?” He still stood in doorway, head cocked.
“Somehow, I think you may have missed a few strays.”
“Maybe I need to make myself clearer. I have an aversion to
cocky cowboys.”
Just keep telling yourself that, Nikki. Maybe if you repeat
it often enough it’ll become true.
“Is that so?” His brows flew upward. “I can’t say I ever met
a woman with an actual aversion to me.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s nothing against you in
particular, but to your type.”
“And what do you think you know about my type?”
“Since I don’t have a pole handy, enough to keep you at
arms-length. Besides that, this whole line of conversation is entirely
inappropriate in light of professional ethics, don’t you think? You are my
attorney, after all.”
“Well, darlin’,” he scratched his unshaven jaw, “there’s a
little hitch to that.”
“What do you mean? You said you’d help me.”
“And I will, but you can’t engage my professional services
until I know who you are.”
“I’ve told you who I am!” she insisted.
“Sweetheart, I’m a lawyer, and according to the law, your
claim don’t weigh without authentication.”
“Authentication?”
“Proof.”
“So what are you saying? That you don’t believe me?”
“I’m not saying that at all. Only that our professional
relationship will commence once you get your I.D. In the interim,” His gaze
slid over her in a way that threatened to melt her insides, “you’d best find
yourself a nice, long, sturdy pole.”
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