For any of you who haven’t yet read it, you might enjoy reading Brice and Bailey’s story in The Cowboy’s Autumn Fall – book 4 in the Grass Valley Cowboys series.
Full of turning leaves, pumpkin treats, apples and hayrides, it’s a great way to embrace the fall season.
Oh, did I mention romance and cute cowboys…
There’s that, too.
Here’s a little excerpt:
Leaving the café, Brice took her for a scenic drive and ended up parking the pickup on a remote hill above rolling fields and pastures. It was the perfect place to watch the sun make its descent. The colors filling the autumn sky were spectacular.
One of Bailey’s favorite things in the world was to watch the sun set, reflect on her day, and allow peace to seep into her soul. Today, she felt something extra, something new and wonderful, as she sat next to Brice and they watched a giant fireball of orange sink into the western horizon.
“That’s gorgeous,” Bailey whispered from her vantage point that felt like it was on top of the world. Brice slid his hand across the seat and captured hers, pressing a warm kiss to her wrist before stroking his thumb back and forth across her palm.
Bailey’s initial impulse was to snatch her hand back, but she ignored it. Hushing the voice in her head telling her it was a bad idea to get any more involved with Brice, she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation.
“Describe the sunset, sugar,” Brice said quietly, watching the look of pleasure on her face, hoping the gentle touch of his fingers on her hand was contributing to it.
“Are you colorblind?” Bailey asked, suddenly concerned that Brice was missing out on the beautiful colors visible through the windshield of his truck.
“No,” Brice said with a chuckle. “Although Tess might tell you she thinks I dress that way sometimes. I just wanted to hear you describe what you see.”
“Very well, then,” Bailey said, looking at the colors streaking across the sky. “There are oranges, pinks, purples and a hint of gold.”
“Nope,” Brice said, taking off his hat and setting it on the truck’s dash. “That won’t do at all. Try again, but this time, don’t look at the colors with your head, look at the colors with your heart. They are so much more than just orange and purple, Bailey. Look again. Try to really see.”
Bailey considered what Brice said. Was she missing out on something by looking at the black and white facts of life instead of the colorful rainbow painted by emotions?
Studying the brilliant shades slowly fading into evening’s darkness, Bailey smiled. “Tangerine orange is rising up to meet impulsive purple while decadent melon is playing in the fringes with shimmering goldenrod.”
Eyes sparkling with happiness, Bailey turned to Brice, looking so young and carefree, seeking his approval for the first time since they’d met. “Is that what you meant, Brice?”
“That is exactly what I meant, sugar,” Brice said with a pleased grin, about to fall into the ocean of her intense blue eyes. “I was beginning to wonder if you could see with your heart, but obviously you’ve got a great vision when you want to use it.”
“Thank you,” Bailey said, still excited about her heart vision, as Brice called it. She looked at him and thought up a few words to describe him beyond the basic terms of handsome like powerfully robust, eagerly energetic, and vibrantly virile. As searing heat filled her cheeks at the direction of those thoughts, she needed a distraction. “You try. I want to hear your descriptions.”
“Are you sure?” Brice asked, stroking his fingers up her arm to the bend at her elbow. He tried not to grin when he could see goose bumps break out on her skin.
“Yes, please,” Bailey said, unaware that the inside of an elbow was capable of transmitting such a storm of positively wonderful sensations.
“I’d say that the honey-gold tones are almost as lovely as the curls on your head,” Brice said, sliding a little closer to Bailey. “The swath of color over there that looks like rich red wine is almost as luscious as your ruby red lips. The ardent orange sinking into the horizon is almost as brilliant as your quick and fascinating mind while the passionate purple makes me think of what lies in here.”
Brice put a callused hand to her chest, just above her heart, making Bailey’s eyes go wide and dark.
“Then there’s the fiery shade of attraction that ignites every time we’re together,” Brice said, in a voice that was deep and husky with emotion. He rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, down her jaw and across her lips.
Noticing the look of longing he felt reflected in her magnificent eyes, he gave in to the temptation and kissed Bailey with all the love he held for her in his heart.
Lost from the moment Brice started stroking her palm, Bailey wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered to the kiss, surrendered to the man who was making her feel things she never imagined.
When she whispered his name, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer against him. He was half sprawled on top of her as each kiss became more urgent and demanding than the last. Brice pressed hot kisses down her neck, setting her on fire everywhere his lips touched. She ran her fingers through his hair, then let her hands slide down to the bunched muscles in his arms, somewhat in awe of the strength and power she felt there as she turned her head to give him better access to her throat.
Through the fabric of her skirt, Bailey felt searing heat from Brice’s hand on her thigh, convinced his handprint would be branded on her skin permanently. Pressing herself even closer against Brice, his muscles tensed before he buried his face against her chest.
Bailey heard him groan as her hands dug into his shoulders pulling him closer. Brice went completely still before raising his head and releasing a ragged breath…