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Hooked
on Love
Cotton Creek #2
Cotton Creek #2
By: Jennie Marts
October
17th, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
Entangled Lovestruck
In Hooked on Love (Cotton Creek #2) by Jennie Marts, Avery Oliver is looking to move onto bigger and better things in her career as a travel writer. Learning to fly-fish and spending time in a small-town near the Colorado mountains is not her idea of a good time, but if it gives her the chance to write the article of a lifetime, she’ll do it. However, spending time with her sexy guide, Sullivan Reed, and pretending to be his girlfriend in order to help him fend off the unwanted advances of a neighbor start to become a little too real. Can she stop herself from falling for him, or will he be her chance at happy ever after? Read More
OVERALL RATING:
BLURB:
Chicago City Girl Tackles Colorado Mountains with Sexy,
Reclusive Guide
Avery Oliver can see the byline now. What better way to
jumpstart her journalism career than to head out into the woods with a sexy
guide? It’s all very Bear Grylls, but she’ll take it, even if it means ditching
her beloved designer suits and handbags.
All Sullivan Reed needs in life is a fly rod and the roar
of a river. Playing guide to a hot little reporter can’t end well…until they
strike a deal that’s mutually beneficial. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend
to deflect an overly flirtatious neighbor, and he’ll help her with the article.
It’s a win-win.
Until it isn’t. By the time a storm strands them in his
cabin, Sully’s done pretending. He wants Avery—badly—but she’s a big-city girl
looking for adventure, not his simple life. So why does releasing her feel like
he’s lost the perfect catch?
The
distraction of her gorgeous legs almost did him in. Literally.
Sullivan
Reed hit the brakes just in time to avoid a collision in front of the general
store.
The curvy
blonde in the red jacket didn’t even notice, her focus intent, trying to wrench
her purse from the passenger seat of her car—a little foreign number with
rental tags.
She was wearing some kind of short
pants, not quite shorts but not really a skirt. Must be the new fashion—not
that he paid attention to fashion. According to his ex, he never noticed
anything.
But he noticed this woman—noticed
her long legs, her too-high heels, and what the hell was up with that purse? It
was practically the size of Wyoming. What could she possibly be carrying in
there? He could pack for a three day trip in a grocery sack.
Not that he cared. He didn’t have
time to be thinking about how high her heels were or the enormity of her
handbag when he had other things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry. So to
speak.
He needed to get in, grab his
supplies, and get back to the shop. He’d stayed up late last night tying some
new flies and wanted to get the new stock put up this afternoon so he could be
out on the creek by dusk.
Early summer in the Colorado
mountains was like paradise to a fly-fisherman. Plus he needed the time spent
fishing tonight to mentally prepare himself for the visitor who was supposed to
arrive tomorrow.
Besides, with that long blond hair
and tall curvy figure, the woman in the red jacket was totally out of his
league.
Not that he had a league, or even
wanted to be in a league. He wasn’t even particularly interested in the game
right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Present company excluded. He reached
across the seat and patted the neck of his golden retriever, Sadie.
Sadie was the only female in his
life now, the only female he trusted, and that was fine with him. She hadn’t
left him, didn’t yell at him to make more money, never nagged him to pick up
his wet towels off the bathroom floor, and she hardly ever snored. All
attributes that he valued.
The dog whined, sitting upright in
the seat of his old truck, her gaze intent on the blond woman.
She stood on the sidewalk, oblivious
to him and the fact he’d almost run her down, her large round sunglasses
perched low on her nose as she looked over them to read the parking meter.
Sully watched her dig into her
cavernous bag for change. He was no lip reader, but he was fairly certain she
dropped a pretty clear F-bomb before pulling her hands out and throwing them up
in disgust, apparently giving up on the effort.
He stepped out of his truck, his
gaze captivated by the way her hips swayed and the swish of the breezy fabric
of her shorts against her legs as she hurried into Miller’s Mercantile. He
slammed the door and stepped up to the curb, stuffing his hands in the pockets
of his shorts and jingling his loose change.
After dropping a quarter into his
own meter, he paused in front of hers.
It would serve her right to get a
ticket. “Just because this town is small doesn’t mean you can just ignore the
law,” he grumbled, half to himself, half to the dog who watched him intently,
and then he dropped a quarter into her meter.
Pausing, he thought about the size
of her purse—she was probably pretty high maintenance and would be in there for
a while.
He dropped in a second quarter.
USA TODAY
Best-selling author Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves
stories filled with love, friendship, and intrigue. She writes for Entangled
Publishing, and reviewers call her books “laugh out loud funny” and full of
great characters that are “endearing and relatable.”
She is
living her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her
husband, two sons, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies.
She’s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too
many books, shoes, or friends.
Her books
include the contemporary western romance Hearts of Montana series, the romantic
comedy/ cozy mysteries of The Page Turners series, the hunky hockey-playing men
in the Bannister Brothers Books, and the small-town romantic comedies in the
Lovestruck series of Cotton Creek Romances.
Thanks so much for helping me to
celebrate the release of HOOKED ON LOVE—the second book in the Cotton Creek
Romance series. It’s a fish out of water story that finds a city girl in the
mountains of Colorado falling for a surly loner fly fishing guide. It’s funny
and cute and a little heartbreaking as Sully has to open his broken heart and
take a chance on love again.
Avery Oliver can see the byline now. What
better way to jumpstart her journalism career than to head out into the woods
with a sexy guide? It’s all very Bear Grylls, but she’ll take it, even if it
means ditching her beloved designer suits and handbags.
All Sullivan
Reed needs in life is a fly rod and the roar of a river. Playing guide to a hot
little reporter can’t end well…until they strike a deal that’s mutually
beneficial. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend to deflect an overly
flirtatious neighbor, and he’ll help her with the article. It’s a win-win.
Until it isn’t.
By the time a storm strands them in his cabin, Sully’s done pretending. He
wants Avery—badly—but she’s a big-city girl looking for adventure, not his
simple life. So why does releasing her feel like he’s lost the perfect catch?
This book is
so much fun. Here are a few of my favorite scenes:
**It’s easy
to fall for Sully in the opening scene as he meets this city girl who’s just
arrived in town.
The distraction of her gorgeous legs almost
did him in. Literally.
Sullivan Reed hit the brakes just in time to avoid a collision in front
of the general store.
The curvy blonde in the red jacket didn’t even notice, her focus intent,
trying to wrench her purse from the passenger seat of her car—a little foreign
number with rental tags.
She was wearing some kind of short
pants, not quite shorts but not really a skirt. Must be the new fashion—not
that he paid attention to fashion. According to his ex, he never noticed
anything.
But he noticed this woman—noticed
her long legs, her too-high heels, and what the hell was up with that purse? It
was practically the size of Wyoming. What could she possibly be carrying in
there? He could pack for a three day trip in a grocery sack.
Not that he cared. He didn’t have
time to be thinking about how high her heels were or the enormity of her
handbag when he had other things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry. So to
speak.
He needed to get in, grab his
supplies, and get back to the shop. He’d stayed up late last night tying some new
flies and wanted to get the new stock put up this afternoon so he could be out
on the creek by dusk.
Early summer in the Colorado
mountains was like paradise to a fly-fisherman. Plus he needed the time spent
fishing tonight to mentally prepare himself for the visitor who was supposed to
arrive tomorrow.
Besides, with that long blond hair
and tall curvy figure, the woman in the red jacket was totally out of his
league.
Not that he had a league, or even
wanted to be in a league. He wasn’t even particularly interested in the game
right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Present company excluded. He
reached across the seat and patted the neck of his golden retriever, Sadie.
Sadie was the only female in his
life now, the only female he trusted, and that was fine with him. She hadn’t
left him, didn’t yell at him to make more money, never nagged him to pick up
his wet towels off the bathroom floor, and she hardly ever snored. All
attributes that he valued.
The dog whined, sitting upright in
the seat of his old truck, her gaze intent on the blond woman.
She stood on the sidewalk,
oblivious to him and the fact he’d almost run her down, her large round
sunglasses perched low on her nose as she looked over them to read the parking
meter.
Sully watched her dig into her
cavernous bag for change. He was no lip reader, but he was fairly certain she
dropped a pretty clear F-bomb before pulling her hands out and throwing them up
in disgust, apparently giving up on the effort.
He stepped out of his truck, his
gaze captivated by the way her hips swayed and the swish of the breezy fabric
of her shorts against her legs as she hurried into Miller’s Mercantile. He
slammed the door and stepped up to the curb, stuffing his hands in the pockets
of his shorts and jingling his loose change.
After dropping a quarter into his
own meter, he paused in front of hers.
It would serve her right to get a
ticket. “Just because this town is small doesn’t mean you can just ignore the
law,” he grumbled, half to himself, half to the dog who watched him intently,
and then he dropped a quarter into her meter.
Pausing, he thought about the size
of her purse—she was probably pretty high maintenance and would be in there for
a while.
He dropped in a second quarter.
**Avery’s just arrived in town and is in the general
store stocking up on supplies and some outdoor fashion essentials. After trying
on a few outfits and still in her bra and undies, she pulls on a pair of
fishing waders then has the great misfortune of having a snake fall into the
waders.
Sully heard the
shriek of panic and dropped the pack of batteries as he raced for the dressing
room.
He didn’t hesitate. Sensing she was
in trouble, he shoved a rack of clothes out of his way as he sprinted toward
her.
He’d barely reached the fitting room
when the curtain pushed out, and the woman inside flung herself through it and
into his arms.
Hopping back, she continued to
shriek as she peeled down the suspenders of the waders, exposing her bare
stomach and ample breasts that practically popped out of a black lace bra.
Scarcely able to register that she
was in her underwear and waders, he could only stare as she performed what
appeared to be a panicked striptease.
“Get them off,” she screamed at
him, falling to the floor and kicking her legs. “There’s a snake in my pants!”
He finally grasped what she was
saying—not that a snake in her pants made any kind of sense—but he reckoned she
wanted out of the pants and grabbed the heel of the waders. Giving a hard tug,
he tried to free her, but the rubber stuck to her bare legs.
Between that, the way she was
kicking her legs, and the distraction of the black lace thong she revealed as
he pulled on the waders, it was a miracle he could focus enough to do anything.
He gave a final yank, and her foot
popped free. She wriggled backward, drawing her knees up to her chest as a
small garter snake slithered out of the top of the waders.
“Get it! There it is!” she
screamed, pointing at the snake.
He reached down and picked the
snake up by the tail, holding it in the air as it tried to coil up to his hand.
“This little guy?”
“Little? He didn’t seem little when
he was slithering down my chest,” she shrieked, her breath coming out in hard
gasps. “I’d like to see how you’d react if you had a snake in your pants.”
He blinked—completely at a loss for
how to respond to that.
He was saved by Madge hurrying in
from the back room, a package of AA batteries in her hand. “What’s going on? I
heard someone screaming.”
She looked down at the woman in her
underwear on the floor, and her eyes widened.
Sully glanced around, looking for
something, anything, to give the blond to cover up with. He grabbed a compact
umbrella from the rack next to him and tossed it to her. It was the closest
thing to him, and it was better than nothing.
She caught the umbrella and,
turning it over in her hands, she gave him an incredulous look. “What the hell
am I supposed to do with this?”
“Open it,” he sputtered, gesturing
to her body. “To cover yourself.”
“I’m not opening an umbrella
inside. It’s bad luck.” She tossed it to the floor.
He couldn’t believe it. The woman
who just had a snake fall in her pants was now worried about her luck.
**One of my
favorite scenes happens at a mountain cabin during a torrential rainstorm.
Avery surprises Sully by her willingness to get dirty and help, and Sully
surprises her by how hot he looks wielding a chainsaw. #lumberjackporn
Her breath tickled his ear as she said, “I
love that you don’t even realize how hot you are. When you were standing on
that tree earlier, and you ripped your shirt off and started that chainsaw, I
almost came undone. With your hard, tanned chest and the muscles in your arms
and that black-as-sin beard, you looked like lumberjack porn.”
Her words sent a flurry of butterflies
through his gut and a secret thrill racing up his back. She thought he was hot.
And she’d just called his beard sexy. The
corner of his lip tugged up in another grin.
“Lumberjack porn?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip and letting
out a small sigh of ecstasy that changed the butterflies swirling in his belly
to licks of flame. “Oh yeah. Or maybe rugged mountain man porn. I’m serious—the
way you looked standing on top of that tree, with the rain pouring down and you
shirtless and brandishing a chainsaw—it was sexy as hell. You took my breath
away.”
He didn’t know what to say—couldn’t speak.
He wished she would quit saying “porn.” The tips of his ears were burning,
again, dammit.
##
I
fell in love with Sully and Avery as I wrote their story, and I hope you do
too. This book is full of small town charm, sassy dialogue, and plenty of
sizzle. And if you’re already a fan of the Cotton Creek series, you’ll be happy
to know that one of your favorite characters from the first book makes a few appearances
as well.
Thanks so much for taking the time to check out my new book. To keep on top
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