Pushin’
Buttons
By Em
Petrova
Are you a
lover of the show THE VOICE? Some seasons are better than others, but I’m
always a fan of Adam Levine. *wink*
My brand new
series, The Boot Knockers, hatched from my obsession with THE VOICE. In the
show, music superstars listen to singers but they’re unable to see them perform.
If they like what they hear, they push their button and fight to get that
singer on his team.
The Boot
Knockers Ranch is a Texas ranch where women go for help with their sex lives.
Maybe they’ve never been kissed, have bad self-image, or have been dumped too
many times. Once they arrive at the ranch, they see are put onstage in front of
twenty cowboys, who fight for them. Having tanned hunks in worn jeans and
cowboy hats vying for you would make a gal feel pretty good, wouldn’t it?
Read on for
a sneak peek of my latest cowboy release PUSHIN’ BUTTONS.
Excerpt:
“Remember,
cowboys. Keep your hands in your laps and your peckers in your pants. At least
until it’s time to play your part.” Hugh paced down the line of twenty cowboys
and dropped a file in each man’s hands.
The manila
folders held a profile sheet containing a different woman’s photo, personal
information and everything that man needed to know to rock the lady’s world,
Boot Knockers style.
Hugh
stopped in front of Riggs Archer, his best friend and the only guy not to
follow protocol in the past. “Keep your—”
Riggs
tugged the brim of his hat lower to avoid Hugh’s gaze. “I know, I know. Hands
in my lap. No pushing the button until my lady comes up.”
“And keep
your—”
Riggs shot
him a glare. “Pecker. In. Pants.”
“Thass
right, Archer.” Hugh grinned and nudged his friend’s hat with his knuckles,
shoving it back enough to see the smoldering sparks in Riggs’s dark eyes.
Hugh’s
stomach clenched and he passed Riggs his folder to cover his reaction.
Once the
information was all distributed, Hugh watched the guys flip through the
paperwork. The twenty women were hand-selected by the female production
manager, Isabel. She was great at matching the men’s sexual strengths to the
women’s needs.
A virgin
needing deflowered? Jack was her man. He’d singlehandedly popped over thirty
cherries in the four years they’d been running the Boot Knockers Ranch.
Ty
excelled at treating women with body dysmorphic disorder. The women who spent a
week under his care—and under his muscled body—left with the confidence of a
supermodel.
And
Hugh…well, he wasn’t playing this hand. Twenty women. Twenty men. He only
filled in when necessary. His balls clenched at the idea of a celibate week,
but he could tough it out. Maybe some lady would get kinky and ask for a
voyeur.
“They’re
lined up backstage,” Isabel whispered, and he gave a nod of recognition.
“You heard
her, boys. Get to your seats. Fight over them a little. The show’s only for the
ladies, but give ’em a good one. Make them feel special, because they are.”
Hugh waved his fellow Boot Knockers toward the front of the auditorium. In
three minutes, the lights would dim. In five, the first woman would walk onto
the stage.
She might
carry scars inside or out. Either way, she was leaving the Boot Knockers Ranch
as one satisfied lady. Their goal was to treat much more than sexual disorders.
When the invitee left the two-hundred-acre Texas ranch, she’d be equipped to
pick up where she’d just left off—embarking on new relationships and sexual
journeys.
The thud
of boot heels drifted away from Hugh as the guys practically ran to their
seats. A new group of women…and the chase was the best part. The gals selected
the cowboys they were attracted to from photographs. Though the guys were
assigned to one lady, they still made it look as if they won her.
Yeah, only one woman each unless
Riggs gets trigger-happy again and hits the button for a gal who wasn’t
assigned to him.
Women paid
to come and enjoy the Texas countryside and pampering the cowboys could
provide. The Boot Knockers just happened to love helping women in a lot of
ways, so they each took charge of a guest.
“Hugh,
would you mind looking at this lineup?” Isabel caught his attention, and he
focused on her. Petite and chestnut-haired, she did everything in her power to
make him take her to bed. But it was against his personal rules. She’d had a
few go’s with other cowboys, and he’d heard she was a wildcat.
He
couldn’t stop the grin from twitching at the corner of his mouth. He pulled his
hat lower to keep her from seeing too much. Such as how he knew she liked
taking two guys at once while another plugged her mouth.
Clearing
his throat, he scanned the list of women about to step onstage. Isabel had
chosen well from the hundreds who applied to the Boot Knockers Ranch each year.
“Looks good as always, Isabel.” He let his gaze drop low enough to make her
face flush.
She waved
her clipboard, fanning her warm brown hair off her round face. “Thanks, Hugh. I
like to get your approval before the girls go on.”
She
glanced at the stage door. Women huddled there. All shapes and sizes. Some were
hurt physically, emotionally. Others fighting their way back from bloody
divorces. One or two might be socially backward. And there was probably at
least one virgin. Jack would be happy.
Hugh
looked over the fresh group of females. “Let’s get started. Cue the first l’il
lady.”
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Buttons on Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/Pushin-Buttons-Boot-Knockers-Petrova-ebook/dp/B00IBDKQJ8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1395515709&sr=8-1&keywords=pushin+buttons+em+petrova ), Samhain (http://store.samhainpublishing.com/pushinrsquo-buttons-p-73455.html ), BN (http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/pushin-buttons-em-petrova/1118602505?ean=9781619220515)
and All Romance eBooks (https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-pushin039buttons-1547007-340.html)
Also check
out my hot new biker book, LOVE TIES. http://empetrova.com
Thank you
for reading! I’d love to hear from you.
Em Petrova
~hardworking
heroes—in bed and out~
That is a great sneak peek of your latest cowboy release!...WHEW!
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