You’ve heard the term “gone country.” You’ve probably even heard the Alan Jackson song. This is what happens when city people fall in love with country living—backroads, crickets chirpin’, sweet tea on the porch swing living.
Recently I took a road trip, 2 days away from my family. No baseball, softball, dance, field trips, groomer’s visits. Just me, my piece of crap SUV and a prayer that I made it south without using my AAA card. I loved the drive through southern Pennsylvania (I live north) and found the lush greenery very inspiring. Then I hit the city.
At first, it was fun to see all the commerce and navigate the busy highways. I shopped in an actual mall that doesn’t only boast a shoe store, pharmacy and a Big K. I drank honest to goodness iced coffee that I didn’t make at home because there isn’t a Starbucks or a Dunkins within 2 hours.
Then I drove around for hours, just filling my little country soul with experience. This includes driving experience. I can avoid a deer running full-tilt across a dirt road, but jumping five lanes is scary as hell. But I did it!
All of these moments are everyday for a lot of people, but not me. And it wasn’t long before the charm wore off. Pretty soon I was hoping to see that deer. Or miles of open road. No car horns or long lines at checkouts.
I missed my world. I’d gone city and wanted my country back! (insert ugly cry) So I texted my hubby and said I wanted to come home. His response? LOL then come home. He’d taken the kids fishing and rock climbing. He was grilling chicken and they were planning a bonfire with s’mores.
So how could I resist? I packed up and set out for home after just one night. From my trip I learned that I’m a country girl at heart. Visiting the city had given me a new take on the dull things I take for granted. Now that I’m refreshed and inspired by my home settings again, I’m in the mood to write more cowboys and hardworking men.
Here’s one example. Meet Ty, hot cowboy on the Boot Knockers Ranch. If you don’t know this series, you’re in for a ride. This ain’t your daddy’s ranch…
It’ll take more than ropes and whips for this cowboy to keep his bratty woman in line.
The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4
At twenty-three, Bree Roberts is ready to sow some wild oats. The perfect place to start? The neighboring spread—The Boot Knockers Ranch, where twenty smokin’ hot cowboys deliver sexual therapy to women. The problem? The entry fee is more than she’s made in a lifetime.
Only wanting to explore, she figures her tanned, toned legs will be her ticket to ride. Except Ty keeps kicking her off their land. Then she begins to suspect the reason why. He likes her.
If Ty spots that little vixen wrapped around one of his cowboys one more time, he’s going to throw her over his knee. Trouble is, she’d like it. Catching her participating in the ranch’s notorious, semi-clad Cornhole tournament is one thing, but when he finds her under their resident Dom’s whip, enough is enough.
Ty won’t throw a naked woman out of his bed, namely one who deserves a spanking, but showing Bree the rewards of sex mixed with a little emotion leads to trails neither of them intended to tread.
Warning: Contains a spitfire cowgirl who excels at breaking the rules, and a cowboy who lays down the law—and a firm hand on her ass cheek.
Excerpt of Ropin’ Hearts
Ty started dragging her away. She dug in her bootheels.
“If you don’t walk away with me normal, I’ll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder, Miss Roberts.”
Ice filled her veins. He knew her. How? Was there a wanted poster on the wall somewhere? This man saw dozens of women a week—surely he wouldn’t remember her face after visiting her ranch.
“Let go of me!”
“I don’t think so, sugar tits. You’re trespassing. Wonder what Daddy would think of you down here getting corrupted.”
“Sugar tits! Did you really just call me that?”
He placed his mouth close to her ear, heating it with his words. “Don’t you want to be objectified, sweetheart? Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“No.” She aimed a kick at his shin, but he moved his leg at the same moment. “Where are you taking me?”
Her pulse thrummed. For the first time since rolling under that fence, fear took hold. Not because Ty would likely hand her back to her father and she’d be in for the lecture of her life, but because she might not get another chance with a Boot Knocker.
This time her bootheel glanced off Ty’s shin. He didn’t even flinch, just kept walking.
“What do you have—iron shins?”
He eyed her. “I’ve got iron everything, sweetheart. Now I’m going to put you into my truck and take you home.” With him being shirtless, she was well aware of how hard he was.
“How do you know I didn’t pay to be here?”
He glared at her. Up close his eyes were green, glowing like sea glass. She shut her jaw with such force her teeth grazed her tongue. Biting off a
curse, she let him drag her another ten feet before really digging in.
She tore away and set her hands on her hips. “I can go on my own.”
“I’d prefer to escort you.” He didn’t look fazed by her anger. She felt it simmering just below her skin, about to boil over if he tried to manhandle her again.
She waved a hand as if he were an annoying fly. “Go on back to your Cornhole.”
He ran a hand over his chest and abs. She stopped breathing. The sight of long fingers over ridges of manscaped flesh rendered her panties a soggy scrap.
Sure, Ty had one of those crooked cowboy smiles.
Too bad he was an insufferable jerk.
After his treatment of her, she wouldn’t have sex with Ty if he were the last Boot Knocker on earth.
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I had to laugh reading your experience in the city. I always lived in big cities and when we moved to the outskirts of a small town it was scary for me, no noise, no big lights. The first night I was awake for a long time because it was pitch black and so quiet. But… I always loved the small town country living and I have happy memories from my childhood when I spent summers at my grandparents’ farm where there was no fear of cars, no noise, no supervision and I could run wild with the other children.
Love your Boot Knocker Ranch series and looking forward to more.
Definitely country love being outdoors
I’m Welsh and was brought up in a small valley mining village. It did spend 2 years in Berlin which was amazing. Know I live a a market town with lots of traffic but, lots of open spaces too
Country, definitely country. And even better ~~ Texas country.
Born country, raised country, married country and still to this day live country. On a dirt road no less.
Like visiting the city, but when I lay my head down at night, I don’t wanna hear my neighbor snoring. We live in the middle of 10 acres and nothing surrounds us but trees and wildlife. If you’ve never lived in the country, you don’t know what your missing.
I’m definitely city. I don’t like the outdoors or the heat and am afraid of insects and wild animals. LOL. I love shopping, the internet and chain restaurants :).
I’m a little country and a bit city. Living in a big city most of my life, I love the country. Where I live now, it’s almost country, no traffic, very few lights or people and lots of coyote and other wild life.
I’m a bit of both. I love to go walking in the park or on an occasional horseback ride but I love the convenience of day to day living with everything close by! I just want it all!
Country! I’m right with you, interstates are pure panic. Give me a winding country road anyday!
I lived all my life in a big city until I retired 3 years ago. Now I live in a small SW Florida community that probably doubles in size during snow-bird season. It took a little while to adjust to the slower pace but I wouldn’t trade it for the cold northern winters. I love being by the beach and the ocean breeze helps make the heat bearable.
I was born in a small town and moved to Phoenix for 18 years and moved back home. I live across the street from my old elementary school principal and he remembered me! He told my sister I moved in across from him. I love the smell of fresh mowed grass and clean country air, no smog warnings!
I’m born and bred country. It’s in my blood.
I am a bit of both. But right now city. I guess the reason I am city is I stay alone a lot. Hubby travels a lot. Lived in the country just after we married wasn’t for me. W