Ranch Hand — Alla Kar

Bridget Wilks is a successful editor at Harper Teen and proud to be out of Texas. When she is thrust back into the hay filled fields to see her dying ‘papaw,' she comes face to face with Levi James, the main reason she left Texas in the first place. He is still the sexy, jaw-dropping cowboy he was when she left seven years ago. Bridget tries to fight the urge she has to be with Levi, and when Christopher, her fiancé comes down, she is stuck between her past and her future. Bridget will have to decide if she wants her fiery past or her stable future.

Reader Alert!
Bridget never felt she belonged in Texas until she is thrust back into the southern state to see her ill papaw and comes face to face with her ex boyfriend, Levi, who looks all too well in his cowboy hat. Levi knows how to ride a woman better than he knows how to lasso a horse.

To My Readers: I'm so glad y'all have taken the time out to read about RANCH HAND. I love the south, I've lived here my entire life. To have a chance to share a story that takes place in the Deep South is a blessing. I brought Bridget Wilks and Levi James to life because I feel every girl loves her a cowboy deep down. I also feel every girl is secretly still in love with her first love. I hope that y'all enjoy reading RANCH HAND as much as I enjoyed writing it!

About the Author: I go by Alla Kar and I am from the Deep South. I love to write. I have two novels coming out with Black Opal books soon that are YA. I feel that every person has a story within himself or herself to tell or bring to life whether it is fiction or nonfiction. I work in the publishing world as an agent and I love the literary world and every aspect of it.

Excerpt:
"Get your nasty cowboy boots off of my bed. It's probably got cow shit on the bottom of them.”
He laughs but puts them on the ground. “Oh, darlin' I'm sure they do. You use to like these cowboy boots.” I still do. ‘Now, I guess you prefer loafers?”
I grunt and walk toward my balcony. My room is the only one on the house that has one. The Texas air is starting to get humid and I pull off Levi's shirt. I hand it to him.
“It's getting hot out here,' I say.
“Well, feel free to take the rest off while you're at it.” He grins and tosses his shirt onto my bed. “Do you remember?” he asks, leaning over the railing and looking out toward the pond.
“Remember what?” I ask.
“All the times I use to climb the trellis to sneak into your room?” He turns toward me but I keep my eyes focused on the pond. “The times I begged for you. Begged you to let me make love to you, for you only to pull away and say you weren't ready.” He steps forward. “The times we kissed until our lips were bruised, or us tearing at each others clothes until we were naked in each others arm.” His long index fingers pushes the strands of hair back from my neck. “Prom night,” he laughs, “or my favorite. Graduation night. The night I finally got to make love to you for the first time. In the barn. That was the best summer of my life.” A low animal sound hums through his throat. “When you let me touch you all over,” he says, his hand wondering to my waistline. I fight the urge to slap his hand back but he feels so good.
Levi rests his hands on my waist and a wet hot lust consumes me. His lips flicker at my earlobe and I grab the railing for support. I feel his hardness against my ass and I shiver. Levi groans in my ear when his cell phones rings and he pulls away from me, not knowing I want him back, I want him touching me. He answers the phone and his voice is deep.