Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Kelly Elliott |
| Language: | English |
| Book Information: | |
I write about love, but I’ve never experienced it. Sure, I’ve been with guys that I cared about. Even thought I found ‘the one’. He turned out to be the frog and not the prince. A few Frank Sinatra songs and a wildly handsome cowboy who calls me Darlin’, will have me second guessing everything I ever thought I knew about love. Does happily ever after really exist…or is it only something I write about in books? Love Profound is book two in the Cowboys and Angels series. | |
| Books in Series: | Cowboys & Angels Series by Kelly Elliott |
| Books by Author: | Kelly Elliott Books |
Early March
I stared at my computer screen with a goofy smile on my face. “Come on, April. I’m on a deadline, sweetie. I need you to push that calf on out.”
“Who are you talking to?”
I glanced over my shoulder as my smile grew bigger. “April.”
My brother, Mitchell, rolled his eyes. “The giraffe?”
With a chuckle, I replied, “The one and only. Come on, tell me you’re not the least bit curious about her.”
“I’m not the least bit curious about her.”
I huffed, turning back to my laptop. I was on a deadline with this book and the last thing I really needed to be doing was staring at the ass of a giraffe.
“Where is everyone?” Mitchell asked.
“Well, Steed and Paxton are on their honeymoon, in case your forgot, and Mom and Dad took Chloe out for a ride.”
My older brother sat down in the chair, sighing. “I knew about Steed and Paxton, smart ass. I meant Mom, Dad, and Chloe.”
“Are you off work today? What brings you by?”
“I’ve got the week off,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows. “And that’s why you’re here pouting?”
He frowned. “I’m not pouting.”
“You’re pouting.”
“I’m bored. I thought taking spring break off was a good idea, but I’m too used to working.”
“Want to come to New York with me? I leave tomorrow morning to hang out with Waylynn. Sister bonding trip and all.”
His eyes lit up. “New York, huh?”
With an evil grin, I added, “We can get drunk and have fun. By fun, I mean have meaningless sex with good-looking, rich people.”
Mitchell laughed. “Damn, I don’t think I like the sound of my baby sister talking about fucking people.”
“I said meaningless sex. I didn’t say fucking.”
His head pulled back in surprise. “Meli, isn’t that the same thing?”
“No. When you say fucking it sounds vulgar. When I say have meaningless sex, it doesn’t sound so bad.”
“It’s fucking, no matter how you spin it.”
I let out a long groan. “Fine. You could go to New York and fuck a bunch of new women whom you haven’t already fucked in the back of your truck before breaking their hearts when they quickly realized the only thing they’re getting from you is your dick, and only long enough for them to call out your name a few times.”
His brows rose. “Holy shit, do you always talk so filthy?”
My jaw fell while I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now?”
He shook his head. “Dad would wash your mouth out with soap if he heard his little angel talking that way.”
With a chuckle, I shook my head. “Well, Dad would want to do a lot more to me if he knew all the things I’ve done. How do you think I write such hot sex? It’s called on-the-job training.” Flashing him another evil smile, I winked. “Matter of fact, your friend Rodney might have taught me a new position or two.”
Mitchell’s face turned red. He stood, nearly knocking over the barstool he was sitting on. “I’ll fucking rip his dick off if he touched you.”
I grinned. “He did a lot more than touch, big brother.” Leaning back, I grabbed the table and started a pretend orgasm.
Balling his fists, Mitchell’s eyes nearly popped out of his head while he paced. “I’ll kill him. No. I’ll lose my job if I kill him. I need to find someone who will kill him. But make him hurt first…for a long time.”
With a roar of laughter, I got up and walked over to him. “Mitchell, do you honestly think one of your friends would ever touch me? Hell, half the guys in this town are afraid to even look at me, let alone sleep with me. Oh, wait, as you put it…fuck me.”
“Don’t say that.” He covered his ears.
I rolled my eyes. “Sit back down, and don’t put a hit out on Rodney. He’s a nice guy. I tried hitting on him once. I used my best moves and he turned me down flat. Said he valued his life over his dick.”
Mitchell’s body relaxed and he let out a chuckle. “You realize you almost had me wanting to kill one of my closest friends, Amelia?”
I shrugged. “You do know I have had sex before and with some people you know.”
He shuddered. “Why are we having this conversation?”
“You brought it up!”
“No, I didn’t. I simply said I was on vacation. You brought up having sex!”
My father, mother, and Chloe walked into the kitchen and stopped. Mom looked at me and asked, “Who is having S-E-X?”
“That spells sex!” Chloe called out as she ran by all of us and headed into the game room.
“Lord Almighty, that child is a good speller,” Mom said.
“Back to my original question, who is having S-E…oh, hell, sex?”
“Mitchell…” I said a little too quickly. He turned and glared at me.
With a serious look, my mother said, “I hope you’re wearing a C-O-N—”