Okay, hopefully, you will all forgive me, as this should have gone up yesterday!! But, I was home with a sickly kiddo, and completely overlooked it- so sorry everyone!!! So, without further ado- let's get to cracking on this amazing book!!!
OMG, did I LOVE this one. Courtney and Decker are HOT as hell!! Heather's writing style puts me in the mind of Alexa Riley's, which I also adore, so I jumped right on this one. A hot as all get out alpha male, with a feisty heroine, both of which love sex- what could be better?
Their story isn't quite over the top, but is a great case of insta-lust, which quickly becomes insta-love. The connection between them is so strong, from the very beginning. Even though they drive each other insane, they cannot stay away from one another- and that is what makes a fantastic couple, in my opinion.
Decker manages to be possessive and demanding, without being a jerk, while pushing Court to follow her dreams and chase her happiness. Totally swoon-worthy. I wanted to jump his bones at every turn it seemed.
If you are looking for an instant love connection and a dreamy hero that makes you melt into a puddle of goo, while giving you the inner lady tingles- then Plow is for you, without a doubt. 5 huge stars for this amazing book and author!!!
PLOW is Heather Stone’s newest straight to the point
novella is NOW LIVE and ONLY $0.99!
Blurb
Cold
snow.
Empty
tank.
HOT sex.
Courtney
Brighten knows as the assistant to the governor she should avoid public
indecency at all costs. But when your boyfriend is a cheat, emotions are high
and you get stuck in a snowstorm all bets are off.
Can
Courtney resist the sexual chemistry or will she succumb to her desires and
find herself in the unemployment line?
**This is
a short, happily ever after steamy novella. It contains insta-love and gets
straight to the point.
Excerpt
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Already a pain in my ass, but damn
it if she isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“This isn’t necessary,” she says as she struggles to get
out of my grasp. She’s hell-bent on freezing her ass off out here, but I’m not
letting it happen on my watch.
“Settle down, Princess. If anyone is watching, they’ll
think I’m kidnapping you.” I smirk.
“You practically are,” she wails.
“Are you always this princess like?”
“You keep calling me Princess? What’s that supposed to
mean?” Her eyes narrow.
“Just what I said. Princess.” My lip turns up as she
starts to pull away from me.
She shrugs out of my grip, which I allow, and heads
towards my truck without another word. I watch her hips sway as she walks
briskly. She’s completely underdressed for this kind of weather. Even before
the snow started, it was definitely cold enough that she should have had a
heavy coat. Nope, not princess. She’s in some long tight shirt over a pair of
leggings. Her heels, although completely inappropriate for the weather only add
to her sexiness.
She whips around when she gets to the truck. “Well, are
you coming or are we to sit out here and freeze to death?”
I shake my head in exasperation and stalk towards her. I
don’t miss her perusal of my body. She takes her time looking me over. It’s
brazen and hot as fuck.
“See something you like, Princess?” I smirk once I’m
within reach of her.
“I-what? You’re insane.”
I unlock the truck.
“Aren’t you going to open the door?” she questions.
“This isn’t valet. You can open it yourself.” Her thin arm
reaches out and begins to struggle with the handle. She won’t be able to jimmy
it open. That shits been busted for years. After struggling with it for a few
minutes she turns to me, our gaze meeting and she furrows her eyebrows. My lip
turns up and I finally help her out.
Once the door is open, she huffs but attempts to climb in.
I place my hands on her slim hips to help give her a boost. She’s average
height, 5’6” if I’m guessing, and her long blonde hair has me leaning in and
catching a whiff of coconut. I sigh without thinking.
“Did you just sniff my hair?” she calls over her shoulder.
“Get in.” I nudge her ass.
“Hey!” she yells.
“Princess, I’m freezing my dick off out here. Can you get
a move on?”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Just get in the damn truck.” My jaw clenches and starts
to rattle from the cold. As soon as she clears the door, I plop into the
driver's seat and turn up the heat full blast.
About the Author
Daydreamer
by day professional child wrangler by night.
Bred in the Midwest, I often would conjure up stories in my head to fill
my day. When I'm not concocting a delicious new tale, I can be found curled up
in a corner with a cup of coffee and the newest page turner.
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