Review – Cowboy Up by Harper Sloan

Review:

I have always loved the books of Harper Sloan, but I’m not a real big fan of cowboy romance so her Coming Home Series was pretty low on my radar.  However, I was surprised and delighted to discover when I started Cowboy Up, how intrigued I was of the other Davis siblings so that I stopped reading and started at the beginning of the series (talk about a cram session)!  I completely fell in love with the stories of the Davis family and when I returned to Cowboy Up, I certainly had a greater appreciation for Clay.  Talk about a swoon-worthy hero.  When this commitment-phobic man falls for the Caroline, it makes him even more dreamy and I couldn’t get enough.  Having been the pillar of steady support for the family, it was high time this man finds his own happy-ever-after and Caroline is the perfect woman for him.  I loved her just as much as I loved him and her passion and gentle soul were the perfect foil for this cowboy.  How they get together is wildly erotic and their chemistry is over-the-top pure decadence, but they way the come together when so much around them is going awry, shows you how perfect they are for one another.  Like two puzzles fitting seamlessly side-by-side, I was enchanted by everything about them.  When Clay stops fighting the fact that Caroline is obviously his one and only and Caroline teaches Clay to let go and suck life dry, there is no obstacle this couple can’t overcome.  I really loved the entire series, but Cowboy Up was my favorite of all three books.  The sex was mind blowing and wicked but with the sweet passion you find when two souls collide.  The banter between the two of them is fresh and witty.  Caroline has got a pretty craptastic ex in the picture making her life hell, but it’s no match for someone from Clay’s life doing an even more bang up job of  competing for worst antagonist of all time.  Talk about demented and delusional.  I really enjoyed Caroline’s friends and think they could have their own stories, stories I would LOVE to read!  The storyline was absolutely entertaining and kept me engaged from beginning to end.  Overall, I loved Cowboy Up so much, I was extremely sad when it ended.  I also feel like an idiot for waiting so long to read such an emotional and heartwarming series.  These are books I would recommend and Cowboy Up is the crowning jewel.  5 stars.

 

 

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Harper Sloan returns with a passionate and breathless romance about the sparks that ignite when a cautious cowboy and a once-scorned woman open up to each other in the third installment of the Coming Home series.

As the eldest Davis, Clayton has always tried to lead by example. He takes his job as head of the family businesses seriously, making sure the farm and auto shop are running smoothly—along with keeping an eye on his brother and sister. For him, there’s a time and place to let go of the control he holds with an iron grip. And with the way he grew up, coupled with a disastrous end to his last relationship, he’s just fine with his quiet, solitary life.

Most of the time.

What he hadn’t counted on was the cute, quirky, shy bookstore owner, Caroline Michaels. She’s the proverbial woman next door—well, the next town over, that is. Caroline hasn’t lived an easy life, but after escaping a verbally abusive ex, she’s finally living it for herself. The last thing she ever expected was a one-night stand with Clay Davis she can’t stop thinking about.

So when she falls on hard times and Clay comes out of nowhere to her rescue, she realizes just how impossible it’ll be to stay away from him. Now all she has to do is convince him to live a little…. Will Clay be able to give up the reins and finally settle down? And, more importantly, will Caroline muster enough courage to lasso him up?

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I push my hands from his shoulders and palm his jaw as his stubble prickles against my fingers while my hands wander up to his hair. His hat falls to the ground with a thud and I know he’s just as lost in me as I am in him, because he doesn’t even make a move to pick it up. He lets out a deep grunt when I mold myself against his body, seeking some sort of friction. The next thing I know, my back is against the door and he’s gripping my bottom. His mouth hits my jaw with a bite of his teeth, making a squeak of pleasure shoot up my throat, and his deep rumble of laughter reaches my ears as he presses me harder into the door with his hips. The heavy bulge of his erection against that spot makes me so desperate for him that I whimper in relief when his mouth finally closes over mine in a wet tangle of tongues.

I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.

This is the kind of kiss that sets the bar for any that might follow.

The kind that shows you everything you’ve been missing and everything you never knew you wanted. I’m going to be comparing every kiss I ever have to my dark cowboy’s, even though I know there’s a good chance no one will ever compare. The sounds coming from my mouth, the ones being swallowed by his, are nothing short of needy. My hips move in tandem with the thrusts of his, and even though we’re both fully clothed, I know it won’t take much more of this for me to go off like the town’s fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“Fuck, you taste just like apple pie,” he whispers against my lips, breaking away with a gasp.

“Huh?”

“Goddamn, I love apple pie,” he says before his mouth is back on mine, this time with a whole new kind of hunger deepening his kisses.

I’m held captive, enraptured. Then his hands move from my bottom to glide up my torso. He lifts his hard chest off mine and suddenly those delicious fingers are at my breasts. Even if I had big boobs his hands would dwarf them, I’m sure, but as it is he covers both with a firm grasp before adjusting his hold with a deft twist of the wrists. His mouth continues to feast on mine while his huge hands learn my body with slow movements. I tear my mouth from his with a breathy moan when he pushes my shirt up and slips his fingers into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.

“Oh, God,” I moan when he does it again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles.

“Please,” I beg, not with the slightest clue as to what I’m begging for.

His hips dig even harder into mine as he leans back, supporting me against the door with that connection alone as he pulls my shirt off. The darkness makes me feel more confident than I normally would be, almost half naked with a man—no, a stranger.

“Yours too,” I tell him as his fingers move to unclasp my bra. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, taking over the task so he’ll hopefully give me what I want.

I fumble in my haste to feel more of this dangerous arousal he’s creating in my body, but the second my bra is free and dangling toward the floor, his naked chest collides against mine, pushing me into the door with a force that sends the air rushing out of my lungs.

His mouth hits my collarbone at the same time his hands grasp my bottom, sliding me up the door until I feel the wet heat of his breath against my breast.

Then he stops.

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

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