The summer Alanna Rodger turned eighteen, she thought it would be just like the rest of the summers spent on her parent’s farm in Amarillo Texas. That was until champion bull rider Callan James returned home.
Everyone in town knows about the James’ boys and why they disappeared four years ago.
Everyone but Alanna.
She’s warned to keep her distance but there’s something about Callan’s allure that has her wanting a closer look to unravel all of the reasons that he left — ensuring he stays long after his eight seconds in this town are up.
And when he finally does leave town, she knows exactly where to find him.
There’s nothing that can stop her from wanting him… even the four year age difference won’t prevent her from pursuing him. When Callan can’t get past the age difference, he does everything within his power to show her just how dangerous his lifestyle is.
Can she break through his rough exterior?
Well I have to say I really enjoyed reading this story from beginning to ending. It held my attention through the whole book and who doesn't love a book about a sexy Bull Riding Cowboy! I would give this book a 4 star and definitely recommend it to others. This book will touch on some very prominent things teenagers go through and how they survive. Of course its steamy read so I wouldn't suggest for 18 and under. The way Chelsea writes pulls you in and you actually feel like you can be apart of the story and live what they are living. You will connect with the characters and it will get your mind reeling when the bull ride scenes come into play because god knows I might love a sexy cowboy but have no clue what bull riding is about so I was intrigued to learn a bit about it... oh and I guarantee you that you wont look at a mechanical bull again the same way.
Alanna has been counting down the days until she turns 18. Her and her best friend would flee at any moment if they could. Alanna has lived through at tragedy that has made her do things with her body that make it seem like she doesn't care about herself.. but its all a front it helps her mask the hurt and pain she lives through every day because of her loss. Her dad is very controlling and she can't wait to get away from him either. When she goes to a party one night she will find herself instantly drawn the broody Callan who doesn't know well but knows that he has been gone for a long time. When they get a little intimate she finds herself wanting more.. but a little white lie could possibly destroy everything.
Callan has been bull riding for years and is at the top of his game.. but a scandal will break and a lie will turn his life upside down. So when he returns to his home town after many years because his father became ill he will make it his mission to focus on working off his fathers debt and getting back to making a life as a bull rider again. He doesn't do relationships he doesn't have time for them with his career and he certainly doesn't trust any woman after the scandal he went through. When he meets Alanna at a party when he is drunk they will share an intimate moment together... but the next will change everything because Alanna lied to him and it will only bring him more misery than its worth.
What will happen at the end of summer? Will Callan and Alanna be able to stay away from eachother or will one night change everything?
GO get this book ASAP! You will not be disappointed! Thanks for a great story and I look forward to so much more in the future.
4 Stars....
It's no secret that I have an unhealthy obsession with some sweet talking cowboys! Chelsea Landon didn't disappoint with that oh so sexy Callan!
Alanna is a small town farm girl with big dreams of escaping the monotony of farm town living. She craves to escape from everything she knows; especially her father's strict rules. She know as the fast girl in town, but she has her secrets as to why she is the way she is. Then one night at a weekend bonfire, she meets the one man whom she feels the need to pursue, not the other way around.
Callan is a very sexy, and aloof bull rider who returns home to work off a debt for his father. Low and behold, that debt is to Alanna's father. As soon as Alanna see's him, It's game on!
I was very pleasently surprised by this book. It had everything I look for in cowboy reads. It had humor, angst, and steam!
This was my first book by Ms. Landon, but it certainly won't be the last. :)
If I thought that rodeo was something I’d never experienced before, I was wrong. In the basement of that bar in a private room was a mechanical bull centered on mats and another bar with about twenty people. It seems almost private as if only the selected few are allowed down here.
It’s clear within minutes that Callan is definitely one of those selected few and nods and tips of hats follow his entrance. He’s given a beer, and one for me too, which he twists the top off and hands me, keeping his left hand in mine. Like taking his hands off me is just not possible right now.
“Do you know all these people?”
He looks around.
“Mostly.” And then he draws in a long breath, a motion that exudes sexiness at all levels, and nods to the room with the bull.
“Ever been on a mechanical bull?”
I swallow, not sure if I heard him right. I stare at his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as I reply.
“No.”
“It’s set for slow.” He gives a nod to the mats, his left hand giving my backside a soft smack.
“Show me whatcha got.”
Show him?
I know exactly what that means. He wants a show and I’m hell-bent on giving him one.
We walk over to the mechanical bull and I place my hand on the cool metal. “You yelled at me the last time I was on a bull.”
He shrugs his shoulders and places his hands over mine.
“I know…but I wanna watch this.”
“And you’re in control.” I point out letting him know I know why he wants this.
He stares at my lips when he speaks and I can tell he desperately wants to kiss me. I feel it just like I did on the dance floor.
It’s not easy to get on there, Callan gives me a hand on the bull when the music starts in the basement. Maybe planned, I’m not sure, but it gives me that little push I need to do this. Somehow having music with anything can give you motivation.
“I’m The Only One” starts out with the distinctive twang of the guitar and then moves into the bass and lyrics knowing what I need to do. I wink over at Callan as he sits in a chair with a clear view of me and a beer in hand. I’m curious what he’s thinking right now. So curious I want to ask, beg him to tell me what he wants. I mean, he suggested this. Obviously he’s looking for something, right?
My nerves peak with my racing heart, my hands trembling slightly as the fear subsides with each breath. Taking a look around, I see I have an audience, men who are clearly with women but sneaking stolen glances in my direction as I sit on this mechanical bull.
“Ready?” Callan asks, his voice raised so I can hear him over the music, his hand on the button.
I give the same nod he does.
He hides his grin by lowering his head. “Hang on, baby.” His words are delivered slowly as his tongue darts out and licks his lower lip before the bottle in his hand raises.
It’s clear within minutes that Callan is definitely one of those selected few and nods and tips of hats follow his entrance. He’s given a beer, and one for me too, which he twists the top off and hands me, keeping his left hand in mine. Like taking his hands off me is just not possible right now.
“Do you know all these people?”
He looks around.
“Mostly.” And then he draws in a long breath, a motion that exudes sexiness at all levels, and nods to the room with the bull.
“Ever been on a mechanical bull?”
I swallow, not sure if I heard him right. I stare at his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as I reply.
“No.”
“It’s set for slow.” He gives a nod to the mats, his left hand giving my backside a soft smack.
“Show me whatcha got.”
Show him?
I know exactly what that means. He wants a show and I’m hell-bent on giving him one.
We walk over to the mechanical bull and I place my hand on the cool metal. “You yelled at me the last time I was on a bull.”
He shrugs his shoulders and places his hands over mine.
“I know…but I wanna watch this.”
“And you’re in control.” I point out letting him know I know why he wants this.
He stares at my lips when he speaks and I can tell he desperately wants to kiss me. I feel it just like I did on the dance floor.
It’s not easy to get on there, Callan gives me a hand on the bull when the music starts in the basement. Maybe planned, I’m not sure, but it gives me that little push I need to do this. Somehow having music with anything can give you motivation.
“I’m The Only One” starts out with the distinctive twang of the guitar and then moves into the bass and lyrics knowing what I need to do. I wink over at Callan as he sits in a chair with a clear view of me and a beer in hand. I’m curious what he’s thinking right now. So curious I want to ask, beg him to tell me what he wants. I mean, he suggested this. Obviously he’s looking for something, right?
My nerves peak with my racing heart, my hands trembling slightly as the fear subsides with each breath. Taking a look around, I see I have an audience, men who are clearly with women but sneaking stolen glances in my direction as I sit on this mechanical bull.
“Ready?” Callan asks, his voice raised so I can hear him over the music, his hand on the button.
I give the same nod he does.
He hides his grin by lowering his head. “Hang on, baby.” His words are delivered slowly as his tongue darts out and licks his lower lip before the bottle in his hand raises.
A stay-at-home mom, Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet treats she never eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her novels. A dreamer at heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters. She’s a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak, wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly introverted.
