TWO TIMES AS HOT (Oklahoma Nights, Book 2)
Coming from Cat Johnson and Kensington Brava in Trade Paperback and eBook September 24th
“Impressively fresh. . . (Johnson’s) dialogue lilts off the tongue, and her earlier characters continue developing alongside Emma and Logan, keeping returning readers engaged. Johnson’s fans will be looking forward to the next in the series.” Publishers Weekly
One Good Girl…
After her sister snags a hot Oklahoma cowboy, Emma Hart figures it’s her turn to saddle up. And with two country boys pursuing her at once, she’s in for a wild ride…
Two Sexy Guys...
Lieutenant Colonel Logan Hunt can’t deny the heat between him and Emma is fierce. But Logan isn’t looking for anything serious…just a chance to blow off some steam. So why is he crazy jealous when he sees pro bull rider Jace Mills trying to charm Emma into bed?
Winner Takes All…
Logan knows he and Emma could have something special—and not just because she’s smokin’ hot. Now he has to find a way to prove that even a no-strings-attached guy like him can stick around for the long haul…
Emma took the clear plastic box holding two wrist corsages and two boutonnières and rested it on top of one of the six-packs. Beer and flowers. It made for an interesting arrangement.
“Thank you for bringing these over.” She swung the door closed and turned to find Logan much closer than he had been before, his arm braced on the top of the fridge.
“My pleasure.” He smiled, his lips temptingly close. “Can I just sneak past you and grab a pop?”
Emma’s mouth grew dry. She licked her own lips and couldn’t seem to keep from staring at his. “Um, a pop?”
His dimples grew deeper as he smiled. “That would be soda to you northeastern girls.”
“Oh, sure. Of course. Sorry.” She liked right where she was, under the arch of his arm, but she moved out of the way so he could get into the fridge.
He opened the door and grabbed a can, glancing at her over his shoulder as he did. “I already had a cup of coffee, but I could sure use the extra caffeine this morning.”
She nodded. It seemed the closer Logan stood, the less she had to say, and Emma rarely found herself speechless.
“So, I guess I’ll see you later?” His eyes focused on hers.
“I look forward to it.”
He didn’t move. Emma didn’t feel compelled to, either, unless it was to step into his arms and see if his kiss was as good as she imagined it to be.
His gaze moved away from her eyes as he reached out and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen over her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear. The move felt as intimate as a caress. “You’ll look perfect however you decide to do your hair for the wedding, but I think it looks great just the way it is.”
Emma imagined Logan pushing her up against the fridge and kissing her while he tangled his fingers in her hair. She swallowed hard. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The door from the house swung open and Tara stood in the opening. “Logan. What are you doing here?”
“He just dropped off our bouquets. They’re beautiful. Want to see yours?” Emma answered Tara’s questions for him, hoping her thoughts of a quickie in the garage with Logan weren’t written all over her face.
“Sure.” Though her focus never strayed from Logan, Tara moved into the garage. She reached out and looped an arm through his. “You’re so sweet to bring them to us. Isn’t he the best, Emma?”
“Yup, the best.” Emma did her best to tear her gaze away from where Tara touched Logan.
Emma had to remember she had no claim on this man. Heck, she even had another date for the wedding, so who was she to complain if Tara touched him and acted like he was hers, the way she was doing right now as her hands remained clasped around his muscle. Tara and Logan had grown up together, after all. They were friends. They had a history.
None of Emma’s lectures to herself worked. The green-eyed monster still took hold and squeezed.
Logan shook his head. “Not at all. Just doing a favor for Tuck. I, uh, gotta run now, though. I’ll see you ladies later.”
“Definitely.” Tara shot him a wide smile even as he disengaged her hand from his arm. “Remember, Logan, you promised to save me a dance.”
“We gotta get through the ceremony first. I better go. The photographer’s waiting on us.” Logan’s gaze cut to Emma. “See you later, Emma.”
At least Logan wasn’t hanging on Tara the way Tara hung on him. That was something. Emma retracted her claws. “Bye. Thanks again.”
With a nod, Logan departed and for better or worse, she was left alone with Tara. Emma yanked hard on the handle of the fridge. “So yours and mine are the two matching smaller ones. The big white bouquet is Becca’s.”
The door to the kitchen had slammed completely shut behind Logan before Tara would even look inside the fridge at what Emma was trying to show her.
“Oh, nice. Just wanted to get myself a pop. See ya.” Tara reached inside and grabbed a soda before she scampered off with her pop, probably in pursuit of Logan, if Emma had to venture a guess.
Emma was competitive in work. Even in play—don’t get her started in a heated game of Scrabble or the tiles might start to fly—but her love life was a different situation. She was in no mood to compete with Tara for Logan’s attention. Just as she had never wanted to compete with Jace’s ex-girlfriend for his time.
When it came to Oklahoma men, it seemed Emma was routinely too late. There was always a woman from the past. A woman who drank pop not soda.
She would always be the interloper, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
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PRAISE FOR THE OKLAHOMA NIGHTS SERIES
“Cat Johnson knows cowboys and the Oklahoma Nights series is a must read for fans of western romance.” ~ Lorelei James, NY Times Best Selling author
DON’T MISS THE REST OF THE OKLAHOMA NIGHTS SERIES
ONE NIGHT WITH A COWBOY (Oklahoma Nights, Book 1)
TWO TIMES AS HOT (Oklahoma Nights, Book 2)
THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER (Oklahoma Nights, Book 3)
AND look for the related stories:
“Fish Out of Water” in the HE’S THE ONE anthology
“Two for the Road” in the In A Cowboy’s Bed anthology