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Synopsis:

She’s used to the glitzy, big-city life. He hides behind country-boy charm.
Will these total opposites spark unquenchable flames of attraction?

Izabel Silva is wary of men. After escaping an awful relationship and a workplace betrayal, the talented marketer seeks refuge with an old friend in small-town Montana. And though worried she’s falling in with another control-obsessed hunk, she accepts the kindly neighbors’ invitation to stay with them and their flirtatious son.

Zack MacEntier longs to live down his reputation. With his ranch’s bank accounts at rock bottom, the one-time lady’s man isn’t ready to take on a gorgeous and strong-willed Latina. But when his mother volunteers him to show the lovely newcomer around, the loyal cowboy is secretly glad of an excuse to spend more days in the fierce woman’s company.

Taken aback by local prejudice, Izabel’s concerns over Zack’s stubborn protective streak start to fade when he comes rushing to her rescue. And even as the brave rancher fears that he has nothing to offer the beautiful outsider, their growing passion has placed them firmly in danger’s crosshairs…

Can they survive the unexpected threat and claim a scorching love?

Casanova Cowboy is the steamy second book in the Montana Men romantic suspense series. If you like determined women, heroes with hidden depths, and slow-burn chemistry, then you’ll adore Jamie Schulz’s fiery path to happily ever after.

Buy Casanova Cowboy to flirt with trouble today!

* No cliffhangers. Though the stories intertwine in places, each book is a standalone suspenseful, western romance with adult content. The perfect read for fans of strong heroines, broken heroes, cowboys, horses, slow-burning love, and small-town romance!

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EXCERPTS:

Cabin First Time Excerpt:
Her mind filled with thoughts, and scents, and images of this man, of Zack. She welcomed the hungry nature of his kiss and the hard strength of his body, and she wanted more.

Without breaking the kiss, she slid her hands down his chisel chest and tugged at the navy material of his T-shirt until it came free from the waistband of his jeans. Greedily, she slipped one hand inside and she groaned at the hard heat that flexed beneath her fingers. Needing to touch him, to see him, Izabel sat back and jerk the rest of his shirt from his jeans. Frantically, she pulled and pushed it upward until Zack lifted his arms and allowed her to haul the shirt over his head.

She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The masculine beauty she’d unveiled sucked it all from her chest as her eyes took in every work-hardened crest and valley of his well-built body. The breadth of his shoulders, the thick layers of muscle that made them and his brawny arms bulge and flex when he moved. The perfect plane of his pecs and the ridges of his belly. Her nails rasped over the dusting of dark, curling hair on his chest, her fingers following its path as it narrowed into a line that disappeared under his jeans.

“Izabel?”

She looked up, startled by the strangled sound of his voice. His cheeks were flushed as his breath heaved in through parted lips, and his soulful whiskey eyes were hooded and full of passion as he stared back at her.

“You are gorgeous, Zack.”

He smiled, but when she swiveled and got to her feet, apprehension filled his face. “What are you doing?”

Reaching for the closure of her jeans, her mouth curled suggestively as she popped the button and slowly lowered the zipper.

Zack’s lips tipped up at the corners and appreciation washed over his expression.

Once she’d shed the jeans, Izabel crawled back onto his lap, but straddled his legs this time.

“Did you think I was going to leave?” she asked, flicking her nails over his nipples. Her grin grew when he sucked in a breath and his eyelids closed briefly. When they opened, he cupped her butt cheeks in each of his huge hands and drew her against the large bulge in his jeans.

“I thought so, yes.” He ducked his head and his lips found her neck. “I thought you might leave me with this,” he said as he lifted his hips and pressed himself against her core.

She moaned as he nibbled the tender column of her throat, drawing gasps of pleasure from her. When he found a sensitive spot at the base of her neck, a sharp pang of desire shot through her belly. Lust electrified her, zapping along nerve endings and driving her need for him…for Zack.

“What do you want, Izabel?” His voice sounded rough against her skin. “Tell me what you need.”

“You, Zack. I need you,” she gasped. “I want to see you. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want you to make love to me. Right now!” She reached for her blouse and quickly unbuttoned the first two buttons, but frustrated with how long it took, she reached down and yanked it over her head.

Zack’s passion-filled eyes had followed her movement, but now she sat back and watched as his gaze devoured her. From the disarray of her curly hair to her small breasts and down to the plain white bikini underwear she wore, he soaked it all in as his chest rose with each rapid breath. Slowly, almost reverently, he traced the gentle swell of her breasts above the lace edge of her bra with his fingertips. The touch sent a shiver through her body as need pulsed hot and wet between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Zack,” she cried, the ache from his simple touch so acute, she had to grip his shoulders to keep from tumbling to the ground. Her head dropped back onto her neck and she sighed. “What you do to me…”

“Tell me, goddess,” he said with a throaty growl as his hands bracketed her face and pulled her in for another soul-melting kiss.

“You’ve lit a fire inside me,” she said when he let her up for air. “You give me strength when I feel week. You make me feel strong and beautiful and wanted. You make me want…more.”

Couch Excerpt:
Zack searched his mind for something else to say, but came up empty. He heard her shift on the couch, but didn’t look up.

“So,” she murmured, “will we have another riding lesson tomorrow?”

He met her gaze and caught the hopeful expression on her face. “You actually want another one?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“I wasn’t sure after your fall.”

“It wasn’t the horse’s fault. Besides,” she said quickly, then lowered her gaze briefly, “I kind of liked it.” Her eyes widened, obviously remembering how he’d held her after she fell. “The ride, I mean.”

She wasn’t the only one who’d thought about their embrace. The memory of her cradled in his arms sent a jolt through his body. He wanted to touch her, feel the smooth warmth of her skin. His hand practically itched to close the short distance to caress her cheek, but he pressed it flat against the couch’s back cushion and kept himself in check. 

“Really? But you were so against it…”

“I know.” She shrugged. “It surprised me, too.”

“Well,” he straightened up, “in that case, the next nice day we have, I think we’ll take a short ride into the hills, maybe have a picnic while we’re there.”

A picnic? He winced inwardly. Where did that come from?

Her eyes widened. “Do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean, I’ve only been on a horse once.”

He tilted his head, assessing her nervousness. “I think you can handle it.” He risked a little tug on a stray curl. “Sometimes it’s best to just jump right in. Besides, I’ve been riding my whole life; I won’t let anything happen to you.”

A rosy blush colored her cheeks and Zack thought she looked even prettier than before.

“I know you won’t,” she said, meeting his gaze boldly and reaching out to place her hand on his bent leg. “Thank you, for all the time you’re spending with me and the lessons, too. I know it wasn’t what you’d planned to do this week, nor was it your responsibility, but I really appreciate it…and I think a picnic tomorrow would be really…nice.”

The heat of her small hand soaked through his jeans and slammed into his groin with the force of a runaway truck. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, he could only stare at her delicate fingers resting against his leg. Then he cleared his throat awkwardly. “No problem.” His voice came out like a croak, so he coughed and tried again. “Really, I don’t mind, but another lesson might have to wait a day or two. We got rain coming in tonight.”

Her answering smile nearly knocked him over, and the urge to touch her had him leaning in her direction.

“You’re very generous,” she said as her eyes dropped to his mouth. She licked her lips and looked up again. Her gaze was direct, but the stiffness in her shoulders made her still seem nervous. “How about I…help you with some chores while we wait for the sun to return?”

Is she feeling the pull, too? Was she lingering beside him because she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her? Was she trying to come up with more reasons to spend time with him?

He took a chance and brushed his knuckles against her cheek. She tilted her head into his hand, closed her eyes, and sighed. Zack’s heart skipped a beat. He pushed his hand into her silky hair and moved a little closer.

“Izabel,” he whispered, his whole body humming with total awareness of her.

She met his gaze with soft, languid eyes, darkened with desire, and her lips parted. A look he’d seen many times before, but from her, it meant so much more. He didn’t know what, but he wasn’t in the mood to evaluate it.

With his hand behind her head, he asserted some slight pressure to draw her closer. She didn’t resist, but lifted a hand to his chest as she leaned toward him. His heart thundered beneath her fingers and he felt the distance between them like an ache banding his chest, his nerve endings zapping with anticipation. Only a little farther and she’d be in his arms, her soft breasts pressed into his chest, and her lush lips on his as he tasted his gorgeous goddess for the first time.

She’d nearly fallen against his chest, their lips mere inches from each other, when the light above the stairs came on.

They sprung apart, and Izabel began brushing her hair as if he’d been tangling his fingers in its springy softness for hours. Zack grumbled a curse about living with family as he got up and reached for the TV remote Emmy had left on the chair.

Dance Floor Kiss Excerpt:
With that, she released his hand to slide it behind his neck, flattened her body against his, and tugged him down to press her lips to his.

The sudden movement surprised him and for a moment, he didn’t respond. Izabel wasn’t deterred; she used her hold on him to wiggle closer as her tongue swept along the seam of his mouth. That small movement compelled him into motion.

With a growl of pent-up desire, his arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips, and took over the kiss. Izabel moaned into his mouth, the small sound of pleasure lighting a fire in his blood. A kiss in a crowded room wouldn’t be enough, no matter how hot and satisfying, but that knowledge didn’t stop him.

He traced the curve of her hips, inched down to cup her sexy ass in his huge palms—Soft, so soft and right, just as I’d imagined—and lifted her off the floor. Izabel didn’t complain. Instead, she held on tighter, darted her tongue into his mouth, and challenged him for control.

Oh, God, she’s gonna kill me, he thought, wanting nothing more than to take her home to his bed. Is she ready for that?

He didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop. He kissed a line from her lips, across her jaw, and down her neck. With a contented sigh, she tilted her head back to give him more room. Her hands slid into his hair and she moaned when his lips found the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured between heavy breaths. “Take me home, Zack.”

He froze.

He’d heard those words so many times in the past, but this was different. This woman was different. Her obvious vulnerabilities made her different and brought out his protective nature, though that wasn’t so unusual in itself. No, it was the power of his need for her—to hold her and keep her safe—that unnerved him. It was the reflection of that same need in her eyes and the sweet taste of her lips that drew him. Something about her he couldn’t define heated his blood and captivated his mind to the exclusion of everything else, even self-preservation.

But those same vulnerabilities and her recent rejection was what made him pause. He lifted his head to stare down into her upturned face. She smiled, her eyes liquid emerald pools. All he saw reflected in her expression was a beautiful woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her. No hesitation, no fear. So different from what he’d seen in the clearing two days ago. 

Somewhere in the midst of their wild passion on the dance floor, her legs had wrapped around his waist, bringing her core right up against the now-ridged part of him. He could feel the heat of her through the stiff denim of their jeans. She squeezed him with those long legs and leaned into him again.

“I want you, Zack,” she whispered against his ear, her warm breath caressing his neck and raising goosebumps over his skin.

He nearly groaned with the explosion of lust her words shot through him. She nibbled on his neck, tempting him further, but he needed to think this through to protect them both. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, and in the process, injure his own tattered heart.

Author Bio:

Jamie Schulz lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her family, her husband, and their fur babies. Writing has always been a big a part of her life, and she hopes to one day reach the best sellers lists.

Cowboys, ice cream, and reading almost any kind of romance are among her (not so) secret loves. To her, every one of her stories, no matter how dark, must have a happy ending, and she strives to make them impossible to put down until you get there.

She balances her free time between reading her favorite romance authors–in genres ranging from erotica and dark romance to sweet historicals and contemporary romance–and spending time with her family.

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