2012 BEST E-Book Erotic Novella Nominee
"FOUR AND A HALF STARS. This novella has it all -- an interesting plot, funny dialogue and extra hot bedroom scenes." Romantic Times Magazine
From the Inside Flap
Dylan Sullivan gazed up at the Empire State Building towering a thousand feet above him and thought, Bugger. I'm lost.
He considered going with the tried and true, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto", but seeing as he'd never been to the U.S. before now, let alone Kansas, and he didn't have a little yappy dog prancing around his feet, he decided it was both clichéd and inappropriate.
Dylan's chest squeezed tight. His dog, Mutt, was on the other side of the world, probably curled up asleep in the back of Dylan's pickup on the cattle station he and his brother ran. Either that or causing havoc with the wild kangaroos that kept seeking out water around the main house. The fact Mutt was not at his side, where the dog spent pretty much every minute of the day when Dylan was working, just drove home the point that Dylan was out of his comfort zone. Way out.
An Australian stockman had no business being in America. None at all. There wasn't a cow, kangaroo or shed to be seen.
Reaching up, Dylan removed his hat--a thoroughly beat-up, well-worn Akrubra--and dragged his fingers through his hair.
What the bloody hell had he been thinking flying to America?
What had you been thinking? You'd been thinking about Annie. About finally meeting her face to face. About seeing if she smelt as good as you think she does. About finding out if her lips were as soft as they look...
Yeah, that's what he'd been thinking. Of course, when he'd touched down at JFK International Airport, Annie had been a no-show. Which left Dylan, well...screwed.
Turning away from the Empire State Building, he surveyed the mass of people swarming around him. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to leave the airport. Annie hadn't arrived but that didn't mean she'd stood him up. After a few months of talking on the net, he figured her to be a pretty decent woman. Not the kind to leave a man in the lurch after agreeing to a cross-global meeting. Hell, she'd been all for the challenge of a city girl and a country boy facing off, and he'd told her what flight he was coming in on in his last email. But the moment he'd deplaned, things had started going wrong.