When famous—and infamous—country singer Rye Crenshaw saunters into the diner where she cooks, Tory Simmons is certain she’s got him pegged. He’s a bad boy who indulges himself in all things, women included. But while she couldn’t care less about country music or arrogant men, Rye makes her an offer she can’t refuse when he asks her to be his private chef on his multi-city concert tour. The job is the answer to all her prayers: it will clear out her debt and finance the fresh start she desperately needs.
Rye is certain his sassy new cook is the last woman who’d ever tempt him, but spending time with the wholesome girl next door will do wonders for his damaged public image, whether she likes being forced into the spotlight or not. Her food also happens to be the best he’s ever eaten, both comforting and seductive. But spending time with Tory on the road shows him a new side to her—one that’s as impossible to resist as her food. And when an emergency in his family whisks him home, he does the one thing he’s never risked: he lets a woman into his heart…
Soon the emotions Rye faked for the tabloids become all too real, but will the country heaven he’s found in Tory’s arms survive in the real world?
And of course, I'll give you the treat of an excerpt!
A Prize Kiss
What’s the prize for riding the bull the longest?
“I don’t want the prize.”
“Don’t work that way, honey,” Clayton said, dragging her forward while women continued to call her inventive names from the sidelines.
She pulled back. “You only want this for your PR campaign, admit it.”
He just laughed and continued pulling her along. “I’ve never seen a woman so hesitant to kiss you, Rye. Maybe it’ll teach you some humility.” His hands propelled her into Rye.
There was no smile or wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulled her to him. In fact, his face was totally blank.
“You’d better be careful, partner. She’d as soon bite you as kiss you.”
“Look, it’s just a kiss,” he murmured.
Right. She was making too much of this, wasn’t she?
But she hadn’t kissed a lot of men, so it didn’t seem insignificant to her.
“Fine,” she said. “Just do it.”
His mouth twitched at that. People whistled and screamed and heckled all around them. Her face grew hot. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. The touch was electric, and she jumped, bumping their noses together.
“Settle down,” he growled, caging her waist with his hands.
She started laughing, a strange impulse that seemed to come out of nowhere. “That had to be the worst kiss on the planet.” What had she been so worried about?
Patting his chest, she took a step away.
His hands gripped her hips again and yanked her close. Her breath rushed out when she found herself pressed full length against his rock-hard body. Those hazel eyes gleamed down at her as they scanned her face. “Can’t have you impugning my reputation.”
It was a pretty impressive word, she thought, and then he pressed her back a few steps until she hit the fence, throwing all thoughts aside. He yanked off his hat and threw it.
Uh-oh. Laughing had been a bad idea.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up,” he commanded and cupped her face, fitting his mouth to hers.