Thursday, 19 August 2010

Excerpt Day – Honky Tonk Bk2 : Hell, Yeah © Carolyn Brown

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“Ten, hell yeah!”

The women yelled with Gretchen Wilson as she sang "Redneck Woman” and asked the redneck girls to give her a big “hell yeah” as the New Year’s countdown began.

“Nine, hell yeah.”

“Eight, hell yeah.”

Everyone held up their plastic flutes of champagne.

“Seven, hell yeah!”

The men in the Honky Tonk beer joint joined in with the women.

“Six, hell yeah!”

“Five, hell yeah!”

Cathy O’Dell was halfway across the dance floor headed for the bar when she stopped to look at everyone who’d be kissing someone in four more seconds. She remembered the previous year when she’d had someone to kiss. Even if he did turn out to be a first-rate son-of-a-bitch, she missed the excitement of bringing in a brand new year with a kiss.

“Four, hell yeah!”

She looked up to see a cowboy coming right at her. She blinked several times. It wasn’t possible. Her imagination was playing tricks like it had for twelve years.

“Three, hell yeah!”

Watching him cross the floor in those long strides made goose bumps the size of mountains rise up on her arms.

“Two, hell yeah!”

Was he deranged or just drunk? If he didn’t stop soon he would plow right into her.

“One! Hell yeah!” The noise shook the rafters.

He stopped with the toes of his scuffed up boots barely an inch from her feet and wrapped his strong arms around her, tilted her chin with the flat part of his fist, and kissed her hard and passionately.

“Hell yeah!” the whole crowd roared when their kisses ended.

“Hell, no!” Cathy mumbled. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, but it didn’t take the red-hot sting from her lips.

He was exactly what she liked in a man. Tight jeans, denim jacket over a knit shirt, blond hair, and dear lord, were those blue eyes? He looked so much like a grown-up version of her first love that, after the kiss and when time and noise at last stood still, she wondered why he didn’t wear contact lenses. Eyes the color of a Texas summer sky stared down into hers from behind wire-rimmed glasses. A wide grin split his face, showing off perfectly even and white teeth. No one had teeth that perfect. No one except Bobby Cole, and that was water under a bridge that had been burned years and years ago. Evidently a million-dollar smile hadn’t left much for haircuts, though, because blond curls touched his shirt collar.

“Happy New Year.” He was surprised that he could speak a coherent sentence. He only meant to kiss the woman for New Year’s. He didn’t mean for it to glue his boots to the hardwood dance floor and put a shit-eating grin on his face. If he’d had to wipe the smile from his face or eat dirt, he’d have had to open up his mouth and shovel in a spoonful. Hot damn, but that woman had the softest, sexiest lips he’d ever kissed.

“Who the hell are you?” Cathy asked.

“I’m Travis Henry. I’m supposed to meet Merle and Angel Avery here. I am at the Honky Tonk, aren’t I?” Cathy pointed to the pool tables. His name was Travis Henry but he damn sure reminded her of Bobby Cole with those pretty blue eyes. On second look, Travis had darker blond hair and wore it a lot longer than Bobby’s crew cut. After a third look she decided Travis Henry was a hell of a lot sexier.

“Angel, darlin’,” Travis yelled and left Cathy standing there with a bar rag thrown over her shoulder, a tray in her hand, a burning mouth, and a gushy warm feeling down deep in her gut.

She got out a dozen Mason jars for the next rush to the bar for beer. Her crowd might toast with champagne, but it wouldn’t be long until they’d be lined up wanting something to take that sweet taste out of their mouths. Besides, she needed something to focus on other than the tall cowboy who reminded her of the boy who’d set her hormones into overdrive when she was sixteen. He’d been so damn pretty and was the star of the football team. He’d been the one to kiss her the first time and then the next day he asked Alice James to the prom. He and Alice married right out of high school and he ran a service station in Mena, Arkansas. Alice worked as a teller at the bank and they had two kids in grade school.

“Who kissed you? You been holdin’ out on me. That is one fine lookin’ cowboy. If I was twenty years younger he’d be goin’ to bed with me tonight. Give me a Miller, darlin’. Gawd Almighty, but that champagne shit is horrible,” Jezzy said as she set her empty champagne flute on the bar and slid onto a stool.

“He just plowed through the door, came across the floor, and kissed me when the countdown hit one,” Cathy said.

“Looks like he’s big buds with Angel Avery. Guess he didn’t kiss her because Garrett had a lip lock on her. Wonder if Garrett’s kiss is powerful enough to throw her off her pool game. Handsome as that Garrett McElroy is, it would damn sure make me think about something other than racking up wooden balls if I was thirty years younger.”

Cathy drew up a quart of Miller and set it in front of Jezzy. “Who were you kissin’?”

“See that big old biker back there with the Celtic cross tat on his arm?”

Cathy looked across the room at a middle-aged biker with a Mohawk haircut, a braided goatee, and a leather vest with enough chains to rope in a forty-acre farm. She quickly scanned the rest of the room and didn’t see another tattooed cross.

She couldn’t take her eyes from the biker. “Are you serious?”

“Not him. That cute little feller next to him in the red sweater. Couldn’t you just take him home and eat him up for a midnight snack?” Jezzy fanned her face with her hands.

Cathy sized up the man. Tall, lanky, middle-aged with a few wrinkles. Definitely not sexy and absolutely not Jezzy’s type.

Jezzy laughed so hard that she lost her breath. When she finally got control, she wiped her eyes with a paper napkin then held up her finger and thumb like a gun. “Bang. You’ve been had. I really did have you goin’, didn’t I? I kissed the biker, Cathy. That man next to him is married. His wife is in the bathroom. Can’t you see the cottontail expression on his face?”

“I’ll get even,” Cathy said. “And what is a cottontail expression?”

“Little wifey is in the bathroom. He’s imagining that all the cute little things with perky boobs and barely enough on top to cover them are honing in their sights on him. He’s gettin’ ready to run faster than a cottontail with a coyote hot after his cute little white tail.”

“Why?”

“Because if the wife comes out of the bathroom she’ll think he encouraged the women to make a play for him and he won’t get anything but a cold shoulder tonight. And he only gets laid once a year on New Year’s when she’s about half plastered,” Jezzy explained.

© Carolyn Brown

Hell, Yeah

Honky Tonk Series Bk 2

By: Carolyn Brown

Publisher: Source Books Publishing

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She's finally found a place that feels like home...

When Cathy O'Dell buys the Honky Tonk, the nights of cowboys and country tunes come together to create the home she's always wanted. Then in walks a ruggedly handsome oil man who tempts her to trade in the happiness she's found at the Honky Tonk for a life on the road with him...

He lives the good life...

Gorgeous and rich, Travis Henry travels the country unearthing oil wells and then moving on. Then the beautiful blue-eyed new owner of the Honky Tonk beer joint becomes his best friend and so much more. When his job is done in Texas, how is he ever going to hit the road without her?

4 Speak To Me:

firepages on 19 August 2010 at 01:19 said...

I am a Texas girl - born and raised - and I have to admit that we have some of the sexiest cowboys in the world. I can totally relate to Brown's Hell Yeah, and this definitely seems like a book I can sit back and enjoy. Thanks for introducing me to this title E.H.!

Jen D. on 19 August 2010 at 20:52 said...

Thanks for the excerpt! I've been meaning to try Carolyn Brown for a while now. Thanks for giving me that little push I needed.

Erotic Horizon on 20 August 2010 at 22:09 said...

@Zee

I think you would love Brown's cast and her world - it's fun and funny and with a few somber moments tossed it...

I really love her series...

Very pleased the exceprt caught your attention..

:)

Erotic Horizon on 20 August 2010 at 22:12 said...

@JenD..

Get it, get it...

This is the second book in the series - grab the first one - it's fun, fun fun..

Here's what I said it...

Enjoy hon...

:)