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Head Over Hooves is live now!
You know in movies where the big city girl lands in a small town for the holidays and falls for the hunky guy who saves Christmas?
This isn’t that story.
But this guy does look fantastic in flannel.
And out of flannel…
Check out this peek at this hot, holiday fling rom com from NYT bestseller Erin Nicholas!
For some reason, she’d been picturing Drew Ryan, the Iowa farmer, as older, a little overweight, and a whole lot paler.
But this version was not much older than her, was lean and muscular, clearly from the manual work he did every day, and had tanned skin that was no doubt from working outside on a regular basis. He also had big, rough hands, a bit of scruff on his jaw, and… they stopped across the fence from a big black pickup with a huge trailer hooked on the back…reindeer.
He checked a lot of her boxes. And he had reindeer. And he was a great kisser.
Drew is not from Autre. That’s number ONE on the list.
Right. Exactly. It was. Definitely.
Maybe she needed to print her list off and keep it tucked in her bra or something so she could refer back to it while Drew Ryan was in town.
He climbed over the fence, those faded blue jeans cupping his fine ass right in front of her face.
Yeah, you should definitely print that list off.
Then he turned, gave her a grin, and reached out his arms. “Come on.” He wiggled his fingers.
She cocked a brow. “Come on?”
“Gotta get you over the fence.”
“You don’t think I can get over on my own?”
“In that dress? You’re gonna get a splinter where you really don’t want one.”
Did he get just a bit of a drawl in his voice?
Surely not. He was a Yankee. But the way his gaze drifted over her and the roughness in his voice made her ears perk up the way they did when the bayou boys got flirty.
What. The. Hell. Was. That?
She smoothed the front of her skirt and told the parts underneath it to calm the hell down. He’s a Yankee, she repeated, specifically to them.
They didn’t care. Because when she put her hand in his and propped her foot up on the bottom plank of the fence and he pulled her up, grasped her by the waist, and lifted her up over the fence like she was a princess and he was the dashing prince sweeping her out of her carriage, all of her parts swooned and got a little warmer.
More like you’re a bale of hay he’s tossing into the back of his truck.
But dammit, her girl parts focused only on tossing into the back of his truck.
Iowa boys had truck beds just like Louisiana boys did.
And Rory thought it was very possible Drew Ryan knew just what to do with his.
She needed to get that list printed off and laminated. Stat.
HEAD OVER HOOVES is live now!
https://erinnicholas.com/books/head-o...
This isn’t that story.
But this guy does look fantastic in flannel.
And out of flannel…
Check out this peek at this hot, holiday fling rom com from NYT bestseller Erin Nicholas!
For some reason, she’d been picturing Drew Ryan, the Iowa farmer, as older, a little overweight, and a whole lot paler.
But this version was not much older than her, was lean and muscular, clearly from the manual work he did every day, and had tanned skin that was no doubt from working outside on a regular basis. He also had big, rough hands, a bit of scruff on his jaw, and… they stopped across the fence from a big black pickup with a huge trailer hooked on the back…reindeer.
He checked a lot of her boxes. And he had reindeer. And he was a great kisser.
Drew is not from Autre. That’s number ONE on the list.
Right. Exactly. It was. Definitely.
Maybe she needed to print her list off and keep it tucked in her bra or something so she could refer back to it while Drew Ryan was in town.
He climbed over the fence, those faded blue jeans cupping his fine ass right in front of her face.
Yeah, you should definitely print that list off.
Then he turned, gave her a grin, and reached out his arms. “Come on.” He wiggled his fingers.
She cocked a brow. “Come on?”
“Gotta get you over the fence.”
“You don’t think I can get over on my own?”
“In that dress? You’re gonna get a splinter where you really don’t want one.”
Did he get just a bit of a drawl in his voice?
Surely not. He was a Yankee. But the way his gaze drifted over her and the roughness in his voice made her ears perk up the way they did when the bayou boys got flirty.
What. The. Hell. Was. That?
She smoothed the front of her skirt and told the parts underneath it to calm the hell down. He’s a Yankee, she repeated, specifically to them.
They didn’t care. Because when she put her hand in his and propped her foot up on the bottom plank of the fence and he pulled her up, grasped her by the waist, and lifted her up over the fence like she was a princess and he was the dashing prince sweeping her out of her carriage, all of her parts swooned and got a little warmer.
More like you’re a bale of hay he’s tossing into the back of his truck.
But dammit, her girl parts focused only on tossing into the back of his truck.
Iowa boys had truck beds just like Louisiana boys did.
And Rory thought it was very possible Drew Ryan knew just what to do with his.
She needed to get that list printed off and laminated. Stat.
HEAD OVER HOOVES is live now!
https://erinnicholas.com/books/head-o...
