Crazy Sexy Love by K.L. Grayson (Cover Reveal)

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Title: Crazy Sexy Love

A Dirty Dicks Novel

Author: K.L. Grayson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Kari March Designs

Release Date: March 21, 2018

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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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PRAISE FOR CRAZY SEXY LOVE

“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

EXCERPTS

 #1

“Make love to me.”

“Plannin’ on it.” Pushing up from the bed, I kick off my shoes and slip her sandals from her feet. Her eyes follow my every move. Careful not to lift my left arm too high, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. When I reach for my sweats, she sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes glued to my cock as I let my pants fall to the floor.

“Your turn.” I crawl onto the bed, her eyes searing through me. When I undo the button of her shorts, she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them off, along with her white cotton panties. Sitting up, she reaches for the bottom of her shirt, lifts it over her head, and flings it off to the side.

“You are so beautiful, Mo.”

The last time I looked down at her like this, sprawled out in front of me, I was too young to appreciate her—too young to understand the depth of what she was giving me. But that’s no longer the case. I’ve dreamed of her many times over the last six years, but my fantasies didn’t do her justice. Nothing compares to having her in my bed—hair fanned out, chest heaving, creamy skin begging for my mouth. I have to reach out to touch her to make sure she’s real.

I slide my fingers over her abdomen. The muscles contract beneath my touch.

She looks down, but I shake my head. “No, sweetheart, keep your eyes on me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen every inch of you, remember?”

Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. “It’s been a long time. My body has changed.”

“Hasn’t been that long, and trust me, your body is perfect.”

With a flick of the front clasp, her bra opens, her beautiful breasts spilling out. She shrugs out of it, and I lower my body to hers, scarcely able to believe this is happening.

 

#2

“You getting on the bull?” Linc asks.

I look at Rhett, unsure who his buddy is talking to. I point to myself. “Me?”

“Yeah.” Linc laughs. “Cheryl is pretty easy. She won’t hurt you too bad.”

“Who is Cheryl?”

“The mechanical bull,” Linc answers, pointing to the opposite side of the bar.

Sure enough, there’s a large doorway, leading into another room.

“If you’re getting on, I suggest you do it before you eat your dinner.”

“She’s not getting on,” Rhett says, stealing a bite of my cake.

I had no intention of getting on Cheryl, but the way Rhett brushed it off makes me want to.

“You don’t think I can handle it?”

Rhett’s eyebrows lift. “I didn’t say that.”

“You were thinking it.”

“Uh-oh,” Linc mumbles.

“That’s not what I was thinking.”

“You dismissed the idea awful quickly.”

I smile as Rhett studies me, daring him to tell me I can’t do it.

“Fine.” Dropping his fork on the plate, he leans back in his seat. “Do it.”

“I will.” I take another bite of cheesecake and set Rhett’s fork on the opposite side of the table, where he can’t reach it.

“Hey, I want another bite.”

“Sorry, I don’t share my cake with people who don’t believe in my riding abilities.”

“Oh, I believe in your riding abilities, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dropping low.

My cheeks heat, and Linc shows Rhett a knowing smile.

“Move.” I scoot toward Rhett, shoving him out of the booth.

Linc tosses his napkin on the table. “This is going to be great.”

“Mo, come on,” Rhett chides. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart.”

I whirl on him. “Well, now maybe you know how I feel. Only when you get on a bull, your life is in danger. Mine, not so much.”

His hand locks on my elbow as I try to walk away. “Okay, point made—although it’s entirely different. You shouldn’t risk getting hurt. You have your dad to take care of. He needs you to come home in one piece.”

“And I need you to come home in one piece. It isn’t just you anymore, Rhett. I’m your who, remember? We’re a we now, and one of these days you’re going to have to accept that. I feel like you’re waiting for me to walk away or do something to mess this up, but that’s not going to happen. I’m in this for the long haul, whether you get back on a bull or not.”

“Wait a minute, I’m lost. She’s your who?” Linc says.

“I’ll explain later,” Rhett mumbles.

I turn around and walk toward the back room. Sure as shit, there’s Cheryl, a big, black mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the room. She’s surround by ropes, and the floor beneath her is covered in mats. Several tables sit off to the side, a few of them occupied.

I march up to the man with the Broken Boot shirt on. “I want to ride Cheryl.”

“You do, huh?”

Rhett and Linc step up behind me, and Rhett reaches around me to shake the guy’s hand.

“Hey, Jimmy.”

“Hey, Rhett. How are ya? How’s the shoulder?”

“It’s good. I’ll be heading back to work soon. Just have to wrap up a few loose ends.”

I’m guessing those loose ends are me.

“This your girl?” Jimmy asks.

“Yeah.” Rhett smiles fondly at me.

“You okay with her getting on Cheryl?”

“Not at all, but I don’t have much of a say.”

“Do we ever? Damn stubborn women do whatever they want,” Jimmy says, nodding toward Cheryl.

“I could say the same about men.” I look up at Rhett, a hand on my jutted hip.

Jimmy lets out a laugh. “I like you, sugar. Follow me.”

 

#3

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

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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