Loving Her Crazy
Release Date: January 18, 2016
Iris Clayton is supposed to be on a tropical island, soaking up the sun and a few dozen mojitos. Instead, she’s snowbound in Chicago overnight, holding out hope the morning flight isn’t cancelled. Good thing there’s a hot cowboy to keep her company. And it doesn’t hurt that Mr. Tall, Calm, and Sun-Streaked can make her tremble with one sultry look from under his well-worn hat.
Montana rancher Nash Wallace sucks at ice skating, has no clue what a selfie is, and may be a tad averse to breaking and entering, but being with Iris makes him want to bend a few rules. Or, hell, throw them out the window altogether. She’s fun, spontaneously crazy, and can rock a Muppet fur coat like no one’s business. He’s falling hard and fast, but wanting to spend his life with someone after one night is insane.
Except, nothing has ever felt so right, and neither of them wants the night to end…
He leaned down to kiss her, and she rose up on her toes to meet his lips. Only to remember too late that she was in skates. On ice.Iris and Nash grabbed at each other again, but nothing was keeping them from going down. Iris shrieked as her feet flew out from under her. Nash tried to twist, a move that saved her from landing flat on her back. Instead, she landed painfully on one knee, the rest of her body landing squarely on Nash’s chest.He ended up half on his back, half on one side. With her sprawled on top of him.“Sorry,” she said, trying to crawl off him without damaging any body parts.“No prob—uhhh,” he grunted when she used him as leverage to push herself up.“Damn. Sorry,” she muttered again.She managed to get to her feet, slowly, and waited a second to be sure she was stable before she offered him a hand. He took it, wrapping his hand around hers like he was going to arm wrestle her. She pulled as hard as she could but he regained his feet all on his own. It had been like pulling on a tree trunk. It was a good thing he hadn’t broken anything, or he’d have had to lie there until someone could help her lift him.“You okay?” he asked, his hands quickly skimming over her.She was, but was very tempted to say she was not, if it meant a more thorough examination.“I’m fine. Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to pull us on our asses. Again. Guess I just got a little distracted.” She gave him a wry smile and he chuckled.“Hmm, well, I’d apologize but I can’t say that I’m sorry I have that kind of effect on you.”She released a breathy sigh. “You have no idea.”“Is that so?” He pulled her to him again, cupping her cheek to raise her face to him. He leaned down until his mouth barely brushed against hers. “Then you better hang on tight,” he murmured.His lips descended, and Iris sank into him, molding herself to him as best she could through a million layers of clothes and the perils of the frozen danger zone beneath their feet. His lips were somehow soft and firm at the same time, and so exquisitely warm that she momentarily forgot that they stood in the middle of a frozen rink, snow falling all around them. Heat emanated from the lips caressing hers, spreading through her, making her burn for him. He pulled back for a second to cup her face in both his hands, and the cold air that swirled between them was shocking in its intensity. Then he was back, his mouth more insistent, his hands cradling her face. She opened to him, letting him explore, taste. He could have devoured her whole, and she would have willingly submitted.
About the Author:
Kira Archer resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren't looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run away with her. She loves her romances a little playful, a lot sexy, and always with a happily ever after.Website | Twitter | Pinterest | Facebook | Goodreads