River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
First Ride Cowboy Collection
You Never Forget Your First…
Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget.
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River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.
Forget Me Knot by Lori King
Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?
Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova
Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.
Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford
A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.
Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain
She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.
Lazarus by Beth Williamson
Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.
The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?
Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget
She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.
Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.
Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?
Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.
Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.
Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn
Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.
Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen
Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…
Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post
A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.
Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.
Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis
He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?
The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!
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River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
River Prescott has everything she’s ever wanted—except perhaps a man. The unconventional ranch owning artist is very certain she doesn’t want a husband. But sometimes she can’t help wishing for a lover; especially after her new neighbor trespasses and she gets a full-frontal view of his assets.
Edge Grayson moves onto the rundown spread he’s inherited, expecting to stay aloof from nearby town business. But between local artist, River Prescott’s determination to seduce him and protecting her from a killer on the prowl, the ex-gunslinger is finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.
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Since she hadn’t made the cowboy aware that she’d been spying on his fence building activities all morning, River Prescott was forced to remain crouched in the willow tree, unable to leave until the he did.
When he mounted his horse, she relaxed. But then instead of leaving, he rode his horse across the water to her side of the river. Before she could anticipate his intentions or call out a warning of her presence, he dismounted and ground-tied his horse, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it.
After he unbuckled his gun belt, he removed the chaps he wore over his denims. Swiftly he shed the rest of his clothes, discarding them all, before reaching into his saddlebag and pulling out a sliver of soap and a drying cloth.
Shocked, but still grasping her pencil, River leaned forward, almost falling from her hiding spot as she prepared to draw her first nude subject. She studied the sun-kissed figure as he dropped the towel and walked into the river.
He stood thigh deep with his back turned toward her and she admired the flex of his shoulder muscles as he reached low, scooping water to wet his face and chest. Lathering first one armpit then the other, he bent again, cupping water to rinse the dark tufts of hair sprouting there.
Momentarily distracted by his fine form, River stopped sketching and stared at the taut muscles in his buttocks, noting the jagged scar ruining the contour of the left cheek. And then he turned around.
Hidden behind her screen of willow branches, River detailed the heavy shoulder muscles, the pelt of dark chest hair, and the sharp hipbones framing the flat belly. She bit her bottom lip, concentrating as she feathered light pencil strokes mimicking the fine hairs that led to his groin.
A line of water caught the sun, glistening as it streamed from his chest, down his flat stomach, collecting in beaded drops on the hair surrounding his manhood. As though her scrutiny had caused the action, he fisted his hand around his shaft, pumping the flesh until it became engorged.
A blush started in River’s toes, rising in a flood of heat scalding her insides. She stifled a nervous gasp, forcing her gaze away from the intimate act and back to the harsh planes of his face.
Almost casually, he rinsed, walked out of the water to his pile of clothes, picked up his gun, and pointed it at the approximate place where she crouched in the tree.
“Come down from there now or I start shooting.”
“Please go away,” she called to him, hastily cramming her sketchbook into her satchel. She had every reason to believe this stern-voiced stranger might actually carry out his threat. The sound of her voice identifying her gender seemed to jar him a bit.
He lowered the gun, pulling on his trousers and stepping into his boots before walking beneath the willow.
“You coming down?” he growled.
“No,” she answered, estimating the distance to the ground from the limb where she perched. She might have to jump and run. Cloaked behind a screen of leaves, she couldn’t see his actions or anticipate his intentions.
“Guess I’ll have to come up to meet you, then.” The tree swayed under his weight as he began to climb.
About the Author
Hi, I’m Gem Sivad. When I moved to the southern part of an enchanted kingdom and found my Prince Charming, he inspired me to write romance.
Although I have hermit tendencies, occasionally I venture out of the writer’s den to meet readers at book signing events. I hope we someday meet, but in case we miss each other, you can find Gem Sivad at the cyber locations below:
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*fanning self* I think I need a shower! *grin* Thank you.