TWO TIMES AS HOT (Oklahoma Nights, Book 2)

Publishers Weekly wrote:  “Johnson cleverly pulls readers back into the Oklahoma Nights contemporary western series setting by retelling the set-up of the first book, One Night with a Cowboy, from the point of view of Emma Hart, sister of One Night heroine Becca.”

Want to read what they’re talking about? Here’s the opening scene! Enjoy!



Ten months ago

It had turned out to be an extremely promising evening.

Heck, the whole trip to Oklahoma was going even better than she’d planned. Emma decided she deserved an award for this one. She envisioned the inscription on the plaque. Emma Hart—Sister of the Year. That was her. What in the world would her sister Becca do without Emma to straighten out her life?

As Emma walked to the rental car in the parking lot of the rodeo arena, she glanced back to see Becca holding hands with the bull rider they’d met that night. What a nice, tall drink of water that Tucker Jenkins was. Emma’s main purpose during this spur of the moment trip to Oklahoma was to get her little sister a new life far away from all the disappointments Becca had suffered in New York.

It looked as if Emma’s plan was working perfectly.

Step one— get Becca a man. Check.

That part had been easy enough. It seemed the tickets Emma had purchased for tonight’s rodeo were as good as buying an all-access pass to the hottest men in the state of Oklahoma, all corralled under one roof. In fact, the ten-dollar tickets had gotten them a two-for-one deal on hot men, because Becca’s rodeo cowboy came with an equally sexy sidekick. Being a good sister and wingman—or rather wing-woman—Emma was more than happy to keep bull rider Jace Mills occupied so Tucker and Becca could get to know each other better tonight.

Tomorrow would bring the second half of Emma’s plan to right the wrongs in Becca’s world.

Step two—make sure Becca nailed her interview for the associate professor position in the English department at Oklahoma State University.

That shouldn’t be a problem. Becca had a doctorate degree. She was qualified for the job and had the résumé and recommendations to prove it. Equally important as Becca’s credentials was the crucial choice of the perfect interview outfit, which Emma had supervised. Her sister was going to shine at this interview and get the job. Emma felt it down to her bones, and her intuition about things such as this rarely proved wrong.

“So I’ll follow you to the bar. You said it’s next to your hotel?” Jace paused next to a truck bigger than two of Emma’s rental cars put together. Then again, more than half of the vehicles in the arena lot were humungous pickup trucks.

Didn’t these people know or care about their carbon footprint? People said things were big in Texas, but Emma had found that so far, Oklahomans were no slouches in the size department.

Naughty, sex-deprived girl that she was, Emma wondered what else might be oversized on Jace. Her gaze traveled from the black cowboy hat pulled low over his sandy-colored hair, all the way to his boots. She suspected there was a pretty nice body hidden beneath the denim. Hopefully she’d get to find out for sure firsthand tonight.

“The bar is inside the hotel where we’re staying, but it’s got an entrance from the parking lot. So, yeah, you can follow me, and Tucker and Becca will follow you in his truck.”

Jace glanced past her and grinned. “Yup. If Tuck ever gets his hands off her long enough to be able to drive.”

She followed his stare to where Tucker was boosting Becca into the passenger seat of a truck that was possibly larger than Jace’s. Emma noticed definite hand-to-booty contact. Perfect. Her plan was progressing just as she’d hoped.

“Ah, sorry about that comment.” Jace cringed. “I shouldn’t have said that with her being your sister and all.”

“No apology necessary. I want nothing more than for Tucker to take complete advantage of Becca tonight. Even if it takes all night long.” She caught his expression of surprise. “Believe me, Jace. Becca needs to let loose a little. I think a night of good old-fashioned sex with a man like Tucker is perfect.”

His eyes opened wider. “Um, okay.”

Judging by the shock evident on Jace’s face, Emma figured she had better explain. “Don’t tell Becca I told you this, but she got dumped by both her job and her live-in boyfriend on the same day.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.” Emma agreed with Jace and continued. “But even before that happened, Becca was living her life like she was some boring old shut-in. I swear my grandmother in the rest home has more fun and a better social life than Becca does. Becca needs someone to turn her world upside down and, you know, maybe clear out the cobwebs down there.”

She made a sweeping gesture in the general region of her own pelvis.

A laugh burst out of Jace as he watched her hand motion and shook his head. “Damn, woman. I think I could love you.”

Emma smiled. She’d been hoping for some loving for herself tonight, too, and Jace seemed like just the man to give it to her.

All right, maybe the beer she’d drunk at the arena had ramped up her sexual neediness a little, and erased her inhibitions. But why should Becca get to have all the fun?

Beer or no beer, Jace would have caught Emma’s eye on any night. A real cowboy, and a hard-bodied, good-looking one at that, was hard to resist for a native New Yorker who spent her days surrounded by pale, soft-bodied men.

The men at work at the graphic design firm back in Poughkeepsie didn’t move anything heavier than a computer mouse. They sure as hell didn’t have the golden skin or big calloused hands that Jace did. Emma suspected Jace’s healthy glow came from being outdoors working the ranch or whatever he did when he wasn’t riding bulls in the rodeo.

There was no way Jace’s deep tan was of the spray-on variety. Everything on this man was God-given, natural, and sexy.

Nope, she’d had enough of metrosexuals and geeks and their smooth hands that had never seen a day of hard labor. Emma wanted a real man’s hands on her body. Big and rough hands belonging to a strong, tough man who would grab her and throw her onto a bed where he’d spread her thighs wide, yank her head back by the hair, and kiss her breathless while loving her until she was senseless.

Phew. That image had Emma’s insides turning molten hot. She glanced at Jace’s hands. Emma treated him to her sexiest smile. “Come on, let’s go. The hotel waits. The bar, too.”

With a well-practiced flip of her shoulder-length blond hair, she headed toward her car. Knowing for sure he would watch her walk away, she put a little extra sway into her hips. She smiled when, behind her, Jace muttered a soft curse.

The drive from the arena to the hotel was a quick ten minutes. During that time, she let her mind wander, fantasizing about a romp with the cowboy following her.

The glow of the hotel sign caught her attention just as she’d almost driven past the exit. More than ready for some sex, Emma needed to forcibly wrestle her attention back to driving where it belonged or she’d end up in an accident. She flipped on the turn signal seconds before taking a fast, sharp turn into the parking lot.

Seeing a couple of open spots next to each other, Emma maneuvered the rental car into one and parked, not quite straight but at least within the painted lines.

Jace pulled the truck into the space next to hers. Before she even had time to check her reflection in the rearview mirror and grab her purse off the passenger seat, he was there to open the door for her.

A gentleman. Emma liked that trait in a man, as long as he wasn’t too much of a gentleman in the bedroom. In the boudoir, she liked a bit of a caveman. A man who took what he wanted and gave back as good as he got.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him and stepped out of the car.

“My pleasure.” Jace hooked a thumb in the direction of the road. “Tuck got caught at the red light back there.”

It took Jace pointing it out to her for Emma to notice her sister and Tucker hadn’t pulled into the lot after them. She hid the cringe at that realization and felt a little guilty. Apparently, all the blood had left her brain in the presence of a hot cowboy. She’d forgotten about her younger sister.

Emma glanced from the lot’s entrance to Jace. “I guess we can go on in and get a table. They’ll find us inside.”

“Sounds good.” Jace proved himself a gentleman once again by jogging ahead to pull the entrance door open for her.

She could get accustomed to this kind of treatment. If Becca got the job at Oklahoma State and moved to Stillwater, Emma would have to get used to it. She’d be able to visit Becca and get a cowboy fix whenever she felt the urge. That seemed like an excellent plan. Emma was feeling some urges right now as she led the way inside.

The hotel bar was buzzing with quite a few patrons gathered on barstools watching some game on a big screen television, but the place was by no means fully packed. They had no trouble finding a table with seating for four and a waitress standing by ready to take their order.

Jace turned to Emma. “What would you like, darlin’? Another beer?”

“I think I’ll switch and have a glass of white wine.” Beer was appropriate for drinking out of big plastic cups while watching a rodeo, but Emma was a wine drinker at heart.

“White wine for the lady and one of whatever beer you’ve got in a bottle for me.”

The waitress named a few brands and Jace chose one, but Emma was more interested in wondering what his stubble would feel like when she kissed him than listening to the selection.

After the waitress left to get their order, Jace turned in his chair to face Emma. He caught her watching him and smiled until his hazel eyes crinkled beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. “So, you told me that Becca no longer has a boyfriend, but what about you?”

“No boyfriend for me either.” Totally single. Free as a bird and completely availableHint, hint. “And you? Girlfriend?”

“Nope. Well, not anymore.” He lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “I had one for quite a long while, actually.”

That was an interesting piece of trivia. It made Emma curious. “How long is long?”

“We would have been going on seven years if we hadn’t broken up.” The waitress arrived, and Jace took the longneck and raised it to his mouth. It gave Emma a moment to digest that information and think of about a dozen new questions she wanted to ask.

Seven years would be a considerable portion of his adult life. To invest that much time in a relationship and have it end was a pretty big deal. She tried to judge Jace’s age. He was probably about thirty, or maybe at the tail end of his twenties. Being in the sun all the time might have aged him.

“That is a long time. When did you break up?”

He planted the bottle on the table but left his hand wrapped around it. “A few months ago.”

Okay. That was probably long enough ago for him to be back in the game. Men were different from women. They bounced back pretty fast from a breakup. At least she hoped so.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Not really. Emma was happy he was single.

“Eh, it’s fine.” He took another swig of beer and glanced around the bar, as if he was avoiding eye contact with her.

Hmm, maybe a few months weren’t long enough, after all.

Jace brought his attention back to her and donned a smile. “So, do you have any other plans for while you’re here besides turning your sister’s world upside down with my best friend?”

A blatant change of subject. Good. Emma was more than glad they’d moved on from the depressing ex-girlfriend talk. “Nope. Although, maybe I wouldn’t mind shaking things up in my own life a bit.”

“Is that so?” He lifted one sandy brow. “Hmm. Lucky for you, I might know just the guy to help you do that.”

His gaze captured and held hers. Emma’s chest tightened. She took a gulp of the cold wine to cool her overheated insides and glanced at the entrance. “Where the hell is Becca?”

Jace laughed. “Knowing Tuck, they’re—uh, never mind.”

“They’re doing what?” Emma frowned.

He looked around, toward the bar, at his beer, pretty much at anything except Emma before his gaze settled on her. “Nothing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t know what they’re doing.”

Emma’s eyes opened wide when realization struck, and she figured out what Jace had assumed was happening between Becca and Tucker. “You think they’re doing it? In the truck?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. None of my business.” Jace shook his head, leaving no doubt in Emma’s mind this was a subject he didn’t want to discuss further. That was too bad for him, because she had no intention of letting the topic go.

“Well, I do care. I’m texting her.” Emma dug through her purse and found her cell phone. She punched in the message and hit send.

Jace cringed. “What did you say in the text?”

“I just asked if she’s okay and where she is.” Emma hadn’t outright asked if her sister was having sex with a cowboy in the parking lot, which showed a lot of restraint on her part.

“Okay. I guess we’ll see what she says, won’t we?” He took another sip of beer as the bottle hid his smile.

The expression on Jace’s face told her that he already knew the answer. Emma could believe Jace knew Tucker well enough to guess what they were doing, but Jace didn’t know Becca. She would no more have sex in a truck in a hotel parking lot than book a seat on the next space shuttle.

The phone buzzed and Emma looked down at the incoming text from Becca.

I’m fine. Don’t wait up.

A winking smiley face followed Becca’s response. Maybe Emma didn’t know her sister that well after all. Or perhaps it was just the lure of these cowboys making both city girls want to do all sorts of things they wouldn’t normally do.

Emma turned the phone toward Jace.  She watched him scan over the words as a grin spread across his face.

He let out a short laugh. “No surprise there. Darlin’, I hate to tell you this, but you won’t be seeing your sister until tomorrow morning.”

“You know Tucker well, huh?” Well enough to know his skills with women had the power to loosen up even the most tightly wound female Emma knew—Becca.

“Oh, yeah. Aside from his friend Logan—he’s a guy who grew up next door to Tuck and his family—I probably know him better than anyone else in this world. Tuck and I used to rodeo together right outta high school. We were traveling buddies.”

Emma pursed her lips and considered that. “So you’re saying, based on your long-standing knowledge of your friend, that I have a hotel room upstairs all to myself for the entire night?”

Jace’s brows rose high beneath the brim of his hat, before he recovered enough to say, “Seems like it. What ya gonna do about that?”

His eyes narrowed, and he sent her a smoldering look filled with desire. She may have been wrong about her sister, but Emma knew one thing, and that was when a man was interested in her. Brokenhearted from his recent breakup with his girlfriend or not, Jace was interested.

“I have an idea or two. How long before you finish that beer?” She glanced at the level of the white wine filling her own glass and then eyed the longneck on the table in front of him.

Jace knocked the bottle back, swallowed a few times, and then slammed it, empty, on the table with a clunk. “Done.”

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Read on for an excerpt from Chapter One, as Logan first sets eyes on Emma while plans for Becca and Tuck’s wedding get under way.


“This’ll be your first time meeting Bec’s sister, won’t it?”

Logan dipped his head in response to Tuck’s question. “Yes, sir. It sure will be.”

“I’m not worried about Emma fitting in. Everyone loves her. It’s the rest of the relatives I’m concerned about.” Becca screwed up her face into a scowl. “My father, Mr. Punctuality, is beside himself they’re not here an hour early and it sounded like my mother was already well into her sherry. She bought a bottle at the duty-free shop at the airport.”

“Sounds like a hell of a start to a party.” Jace walked through the door and scooped Becca into a hug that lifted her feet right off the ground. “Hey there, darlin’. You look great, as usual.”

Speak of the devil. . . . Jace gave Becca a kiss and set her on the ground.

Becca laughed. “Save some of those compliments for later when my relatives from New York are here and I’m tearing my hair out. I may need to hear them.”

“You’ve got it. And just send me the signal and I’ll sneak you some booze, too, if you want it.” Jace winked at her and slid a flask out of his pocket.

“I’ll keep that in mind. A visit with my parents might require some alcohol.” Becca glanced at Tuck. “I’m going to go see if your mom needs any help in the kitchen.”

“Sounds good, baby.” Tuck nodded.

Jace watched Becca leave as he walked over to Tuck. He stuck out one arm to shake the groom’s hand. “Hey, man. How you holding up? I’ve got the truck filled up with diesel and coolers full of ice-cold beer. It’s parked right outside, just in case. You ready to bolt yet?”

Logan shook his head. Typical Jace. As changeable as the wind. Sucking up to the bride with one breath, and offering to help the groom escape with the other.

Tuck’s gaze cut to the doorway Becca had left through before he answered, “Not at all. I’m loving every minute of it. Nothing more fun than planning a big ol’ wedding. You want a beer? I’m getting myself another one.”

Logan glanced at his own bottle. He wasn’t even halfway done with his own beer yet but Tuck’s was empty. Tuck might pretend he was calm, cool, and collected about the wedding and all it entailed, but the empty bottle told another story.

Out-of-town relatives. Nervous bride. Rentals. Last-minute errands. Saying “I do” for the rest of your life . . . Yup, Logan sure was happy he’d be on the ushers’ side of the altar rather than directly in the line of fire like the groom.

“Definite yes on the beer,” Jace answered Tuck, and turned to extend a hand toward Logan. “Lieutenant Colonel Hunt, sir. What’s the status of the Oklahoma State ROTC program?”

Logan laughed as Jace lowered his tone of voice and spoke more like a battalion commander than a bull rider. “A little slow right now since we’re between semesters for the summer, but thanks for asking. How you been, Jace?”

“Good. Rodeoing quite a bit now that it’s summer. Dragging Tuck with me when I can convince him to ride.”

“Just don’t break him, please. Tuck may be a bull rider part-time, but full-time he’s one of my soldiers, and one of my department’s best military science instructors. I need him with two good, working legs for when we go back to working out with the cadets. Got it?”

“Sure thing. Let’s just hope Becca doesn’t break him during the honeymoon.” Jace waggled his eyebrows. “As for rodeo, he usually ends up getting his ribs broken when he wrecks, not his legs, so we’re good. Broke ribs hurt like a son of a bitch, but he can still run with ’em.”

Jace grinned and accepted the beer Tuck handed him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jace. And I only broke my ribs once or twice, thank you very much.”

“Once or twice, my sweet ass. You can’t seem to keep yourself out from under hoof. You’re too tall for a bull rider, if you ask me. You need to be small and quick like me. You should have stuck with team roping.”

Watching the two men bicker, Logan sipped his beer and stayed out of the fray. He wasn’t about to enter that debate. Bull riders were crazy.

Sure, Logan had joined the army knowing there’d be times during his career he was going to be up against an enemy who wanted him dead, but to get on the back of a bucking bull knowing you were going to be thrown in the dirt every damn time? Nope. Not for him.

While Jace and Tuck continued to banter—something about which bull Jace drew last time he rode—motion out in the driveway caught Logan’s eye. He turned to watch through the window as a hot as hell woman in a short black dress reached one long, bare leg out of the car. She stepped from behind the open passenger door, and even doing nothing but standing in the driveway, she was sexy enough to make a man take notice. Her blond hair and resemblance to Becca told him this must be her sister, Emma.

Logan glanced at Tuck and wondered how bad of a friend he was that Tuck’s soon-to-be sister-in-law was giving him a hard-on. Just from his thinking about what the curves that dress accentuated so nicely would feel like beneath his touch.

Imagine if he ever actually got his hands on her?

An older woman and man exited the front doors of the sedan and joined the blonde. They had to be Tuck’s new in-laws. Their presence should have diminished Logan’s amorous fantasies about Emma. It didn’t. It seemed Emma had captured his attention and she wasn’t letting go. He managed to block her parents right out as he wondered what her hair would feel like against his cheek while he ran his tongue down her throat.

“Hey, Tuck. It looks like Emma’s here.” Jace came to stand next to Logan at the window. He let out a slow whistle. “Boy oh boy, is she looking good.”

The tone of Jace’s voice made Logan turn to get a good look at him. The man had a knowing expression on his face that didn’t sit well at all. “You know her?”

“Ohhh, yeahhh.” Jace dragged the two short words out to be obscenely long.

What the hell was that about? Logan’s brows rose. He turned to glance at Tuck.

“Emma was here with Becca the first time she came to Oklahoma for the job interview at OSU. You know, the night she and I met at the rodeo.” Tuck had answered without Logan having to ask, but that sure as hell didn’t explain the rest. Such as why Jace was acting as if he and Emma had done more than just meet that night.

Those were details Logan was more than interested in having. “Yeah, I remember you telling me about the rodeo.”

But not that Jace and Becca’s hot sister from New York had had a little one-night rodeo of their own.

Of course, Jace liked to exaggerate. It didn’t matter if it was about conquering a bull or a woman. Logan had known the man for years through Tuck. Since the two had ridden on the rodeo circuit together before Tuck had enlisted in the army. If nothing else, he knew Jace could throw the shit with the best of them. It was very possible nothing at all had happened between Jace and Emma, except in Jace’s own overactive imagination.

He decided to run with that theory and see how things progressed. It was far better than the alternative—assuming Jace had a prior claim and having to back off. A lot could happen over a short period of time. Look at how one night between Tuck and Becca had changed both of their lives. Logan had an entire weekend and a wedding reception to work with. There’d be sentimental speeches and tears, music, and a fully stocked bar. Everything to put the partygoers—and Emma—in the mood for romance.

Not to mention Logan had Tuck on his side, pulling for him, putting in a good word. At least Tuck had better be on his side. Jace was Tuck’s friend, yes, but Logan was like a brother. Not to mention his boss and a superior officer. If it came right down to it, Logan would pull rank. Hell, he could order Tuck to put in a good word for him with Emma or else.

When it involved leggy blondes with curves like Emma’s, a man had to bend the rules a little sometimes.



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.



No matter what had, or hadn’t happened between Emma and Jace, Logan was the one with her now. He’d show her what it meant to be with a man worthy of her. A man who wanted her and only her. The outside world, cell phones included, be damned.

Logan pinned her between his bulk and the wall, and crashed his mouth into hers. He kissed her with an intensity, an out-of-control ferocity, that belied his usual calm demeanor. Logan had remained collected during firefights. He’d stayed cool while being dressed-down by his superiors, and while reprimanding those in his command, but he couldn’t seem to maintain his control now.

A caveman-like urge to dominate Emma, to claim her as his own, surged from deep within him. Logan took control, crushing her body and her mouth with his own, hoping to drive away the memory of every other man she’d ever been with. Every man she’d even thought about being with before him.

She somehow wiggled her hand between their tightly clenched bodies and fumbled with the closure on his tux pants. He’d ditched the black cowboy hat Tucker had requested the groomsmen all wear, as well as the tux jacket, but they were both still wearing too much.

“Emma.” Her name on his lips was a growl, full of possession and need.

Logan pulled back to help her. He saw desire to match his own in her eyes as she unfastened the hook at his waistband and slid down the zipper. Struggling to toe off his boots, Logan discovered he couldn’t do it. He was forced to back away from her and sit on the edge of the bed to yank them off because he couldn’t take his eyes off Emma.

He dropped the boots to the floor one by one, then pulled off his tie as he planned how to divest her of her wedding clothes once he was out of his own.

“I’m just going into the bathroom to get out of this dress.” She made a motion toward the door behind her.

“What? Why?” Logan paused after undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

She didn’t strike him as the overly shy type and more importantly, he’d been hoping to at least watch, if not help.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you shut off the lights so you can’t see me or anything. It’s just that dresses like this one require some heavy-duty undergarments that I’d rather you didn’t see.” Emma ran her hands over her torso. “These Spanx work great, but they’re not real pretty to look at on their own.”

“Spanx?” Logan raised a brow and followed the motion of her hand. Being a consummate bachelor, Logan didn’t know what a Spanx was or what it looked like, but he didn’t care. He did like the sound of the name, though.



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

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