Title: Crazy Sexy Love
A Dirty Dicks Novel
A Dirty Dicks Novel
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Release Date: March 21, 2018
Blurb
Three-time world champion bull rider Rhett
Allen has never been afraid to get his hands dirty. Hard work, sweat, and
determination have gotten him where he is today—and that’s holed up in a
hospital room, wondering how he let that damn bull buck him off. He’s also
wondering why he thought it was a good idea to let his twin brother talk him
into returning home to heal.
Rhett has a million reasons to come home to
Heaven, Texas, and only one reason to stay away. That reason comes in the form
of a sweet and feisty girl who stole his heart long before he ever thought to
give it away. The only problem…that girl has turned into a stunning woman.
Monroe Gallagher is downright sexy with more
curves than he has notches in his bed post. It’s been six years since he’s seen
her, six years since he’s felt any form of peace, and six years since she
gripped his heart in her delicate little hands and squeezed the life out of it.
The longer he’s in Heaven, the more he starts to realize that the heart she
took from him—the one she crushed into a million pieces—she also never gave
back.
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Early Reviews
"KL Grayson's writing is intoxicating. She effortlessly sweeps you away into a world of love, humor and tenderness. I love her!" - New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby
"KL Grayson delivers with an emotional second chance romance with laugh out loud poignant moments to capture every type of reader." - New York Times Bestselling Author, Heidi McLaughlin
"Crazy Sexy Love is KL Grayson's best work to date. Plan to fall helplessly in love with this swoony cowboy and his first love. 10 + stars!" - Rebecca Shea, USA Today Bestselling Author
Excerpt
There are a few moments in my life that have left me breathless—falling off a bull for the first time in competition, getting kicked by a bull, the day Mo broke my heart, and subsequently, the moment she stole every piece of it back.
This moment.
She’s an angel, brought to Earth for the soul purpose of torturing me, and like the devil I am, I enjoy every minute of it.
Pulling her hair over one shoulder, Mo peeks at me. Her cheeks are stained the most delicious color of red as she slowly, deliberately lifts her shirt over her head. The flimsy material falls to the ground as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slip down her arms before joining her shirt on the grassy bank of the pond, and when she shimmies out of her panties and jeans, I nearly lose it.
Her body is breathtaking, a work of art meant to be examined and explored, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets the privilege of doing just that.
I’ve seen Mo naked more times than I can count, but not once has it been like this. Not once has she seduced me with the soft sway of her hips or this hungry look in her eyes.
She’s no longer the girl I knew all those years ago. She’s turned into a beautiful, confident woman who I want to lay before me again. She’s all-consuming: the rise and fall of her chest as she turns to face me, the goosebumps that scatter over her arms when my gaze traces her body, and the vulnerability in her eyes as she comes over to join me on the blanket.
I hold out my hand. Her fingers lace with mine as she straddles my legs and lowers herself to her knees.
Her hand, gentle and steady, cups the side of my face. “There might be six years of pain between us, but nothing has changed. I feel the same way today as I did back then.” She hooks her fingers under the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my head, being extra careful with my shoulder. “And I can’t wait another second to be with you, Rhett.” She smiles. “In fact, I need it more than I need my next breath.”
“Mo.” I push my fingers into her hair, pulling her face to mine, and I kiss her with everything I have. Her tongue pushes between my lips, and we kiss until we’re both panting and breathless.
With her forehead pressed to mine, she searches my eyes. I let her see everything—all the pain and love and happiness she’s brought me. With her hands on my chest, she gently pushes me back onto the blanket. Her hair falls forward, brushing against my chest, creating a curtain. She kisses me once, twice, and then a third time before scooting back. My boots and socks are the first to go, followed by my jeans.
Author Bio
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis,
MO. She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man. Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer. She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.
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