Title:
Remember
Tonight
Author:
Chelsea
Landon
Release
Date: March 13, 2015
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The summer Alanna
Rodger turned eighteen, she thought it would be just like the rest of the
summers spent on her parent’s farm in Amarillo Texas. That was until
champion bull rider Callan James returned
home.
Everyone in town
knows about the James’ boys and why they disappeared four years
ago.
Everyone but
Alanna.
She’s
warned to keep her distance but there’s something about
Callan’s allure that has her wanting a closer look to unravel all of
the reasons that he left — ensuring he stays long after his eight
seconds in this town are up.
And when he finally
does leave town, she knows exactly where to find him.
There’s
nothing that can stop her from wanting him… even the four year age
difference won’t prevent her from pursuing him. When Callan
can’t get past the age difference, he does everything within his
power to show her just how dangerous his lifestyle
is.
Can she break
through his rough exterior?
If
I thought that rodeo was something I’d never experienced before, I
was wrong. In the basement of that bar in a private room was a mechanical bull
centered on mats and another bar with about twenty people. It
seems almost private as if only the selected few are allowed
down here.
It’s clear
within minutes that Callan is definitely one of those selected few and nods and
tips of hats follow his entrance. He’s given a beer, and one for me
too, which he twists the top off and hands me, keeping his left hand in mine.
Like taking his hands off me is just not possible right
now.
“Do you
know all these people?”
He looks around.
“Mostly.” And then he draws in a long breath, a motion that
exudes sexiness at all levels, and nods to the room with the bull.
“Ever been on a mechanical
bull?”
I swallow, not sure
if I heard him right. I stare at his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as I reply.
“No.”
“It’s
set for slow.” He gives a nod to the mats, his left hand giving my
backside a soft smack. “Show me whatcha
got.”
Show
him?
I know exactly what
that means. He wants a show and I’m hell-bent on
giving him one.
We walk over to the
mechanical bull and I place my hand on the cool metal. “You yelled at
me the last time I was on a bull.”
He shrugs his
shoulders and places his hands over mine. “I know…but
I wanna watch this.”
“And
you’re in control.” I point out letting him know I
know why he wants this.
He stares at my
lips when he speaks and I can tell he desperately wants to kiss me. I feel it
just like I did on the dance
floor.
It’s not
easy to get on there, Callan gives me a hand on the bull when
the music starts in the basement. Maybe planned, I’m
not sure, but it gives me that little push I need to do this.
Somehow having music with anything can give
you motivation.
“I’m
The Only One” starts out with the distinctive twang of the guitar and
then moves into the bass and lyrics knowing what I need to do. I wink over at
Callan as he sits in a chair with a clear view of me and a
beer in hand. I’m curious what he’s thinking right now. So
curious I want to ask, beg him to tell me what he wants. I mean, he suggested
this. Obviously he’s looking for something, right?
My nerves peak with
my racing heart, my hands trembling slightly as the fear subsides with each
breath. Taking a look around, I see I have an audience, men
who are clearly with women but sneaking stolen glances in my direction as I sit
on this mechanical bull.
“Ready?”
Callan asks, his voice raised so I can hear him over the music, his hand on the
button.
I
give the same nod he does.
He hides his grin
by lowering his head. “Hang on, baby.” His words are
delivered slowly as his tongue darts out and licks his lower
lip before the bottle in his hand
raises.
A stay-at-home mom,
Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet
treats she never eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her novels.
A dreamer at heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters.
She’s a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak,
wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly
introverted.
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