He froze, completely surprised. If his breath hadn’t hitched, I wouldn’t have known he’d heard me. He just stared at me, until I felt like a complete idiot. I stepped back then, lifting my hand from his arm.
It hurt. I hurt. I suspected his life was a lot more complicated than I knew, but I thought…I hoped…he cared about me too. Maybe I just wanted him to?
“Night.” The word was a garbled mess and I headed back in the direction I’d come.
“Allie,” he ground out, taking my hand and pulling me down one of the alleys between empty pens. It was darker, but I held on to him, my heart thumping in my chest.
He stopped and turned, his hands sliding up my bare arms to my shoulders, causing wicked delicious shivers the whole way. His hands, callused and rough, were feather-light along my neck, cupping my cheeks and tilting my head back as he bent low.
His lips were so soft against mine. I hadn’t expected that. Or the way his breath mixing with mine made me dizzy. I swayed into him, gripping his dusty shirt tightly. His lips grew firm, a little demanding, and it was perfect. All I wanted was this—and more.
When his lips lingered, the heat between us took over. Pressed against him, his heartbeat bounced with mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. His hand pressed against my bare back, hesitant…uncertain.
My hands moved, pressing against his hard chest and sliding up to cup his neck—knocking his hat off—keeping him there.
Why can’t I stop shaking? It was okay. He was shaking too.
I parted my lips, sucking in a ragged breath. His lips followed.
He pressed us against the metal pens at my back, keeping us upright and tangled in each other. I didn’t think, couldn’t think. Feeling was everything. Hot and sweet and happy, I ran my fingers through the close-cropped hair at the base of his neck, pulling him in.
The tip of his tongue brushed my lower lip. I made a strange noise, tightening my hold on him, pressing myself flat against him. There was no room between us, none. And it still didn’t seem close enough.
One of his hands traveled down my back, resting against the base of my spine, fitting me against him. Holy hell.
Cowboys and Kisses was a sweet romance that depicts two teenagers who come from broken situations and how they heal each other.
In the beginning of the story, Allie and her family find themselves moving into her late grandmother’s run down house in Black Falls, Texas, to start over. She and her entire family have experienced a series of ups and downs and would like to make a fresh start and reconnect with one another.
For Allie, in particular, she is still reeling from one fateful night which changed everything for her and can’t wait to get the hell away from her family.
She then meets neighbor, Wyatt Holcomb, and continuously fights her attraction for him.
Wyatt, is the embodiment of what every cowboy should be. He’s sweet, hard working, has a charming smile with dimples in tow, but…. also hides a grievous past and present in which he suppresses beneath his sunny façade.
Wyatt assists Allie’s family in repairing and refinishing her house and in the process helping Allie mend her guilt-ridden heart. This is not to say that some good off of Allie doesn’t rub off on Wyatt, as she gives him what he’s never thought he could really have: a family to embrace and a bright future to look forward to.
A cute romance that was palpable in its right but fell into the okay zone for me. Still a great read for you young adult-bordering new adult lovers!
As for the next book in the series, I hope that the next book is on Allie's bro, Dax, and Molly!!
-Overall : 8
-Plot : 8
-Writing : 8
-Characters : 8
-Cover : 8
Sasha is part gypsy, stories have always played an important role in her life. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.
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