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Category: Contemporary Romance

Description: Colt lives for freedom and the open road. Still he can't forget the night he shared with Hope. So he piles on the Texas charm while she tries her darnedest to resist. But something unexpected is about to tie their fates together . . . oh, baby, will it ever!


Author Spotlight: Katie Lane

Whenever my husband and I travel, we always spend one day getting lost. We don’t intentionally plan this. It usually just happens. On our way to tour a winery, or spend a day at a secluded beach, or play eighteen holes on a championship golf course, we’ll suddenly find ourselves in some obscure part of town without a clue of where we are or what direction to travel in to get where we want to go.

There are tense moments, and heated words, and flying accusations of whose fault it is and what person is the most directionally-challenged (my husband is, of course). But in the end, we always arrive at our destination, and later that night over dinner, we get the giggles about our Lost escapades. It turns out that getting lost not only gives us a tour of spots we might not have ever seen (and some we don’t want to see again), but also gives us memories we’ll never forget.

That’s the funny part about life—just when you think you’re lost, you find your way back and are a better person for your experiences.

This is exactly what happens to my heroine Hope Scroggs in Make Mine a Bad Boy. Hope is a woman who never does anything without a plan. When one plan fails, she always has a back-up. So when she doesn’t achieve her goal of becoming an award-winning actress in Hollywood, she moves on to her next plan—marriage to her hometown hero, Slate Calhoun. Except when Hope arrives home in Bramble, Texas, she discovers that her “back-up” plan has fallen in love with another woman. And not just any woman, but a twin sister Hope didn’t even know she had.

Suddenly, Hope finds herself at a fork in the road without a clue of what direction to go in. To make matters worse, the Bad Boy of Bramble, Colt Lomax, shows up and makes every effort to throw her off course. And Colt isn’t the only obstacle in her way. There’s a town filled with meddling townsfolk, a bounty hunter turned matchmaker, and a surprise that Hope is completely unprepared for.

Just like my travels, there are tense moments and plenty of laughter, along with lots of life lessons. In the end, Hope discovers that sometimes getting lost is exactly what a person needs to find their way home.   
So please take this journey with Hope and enjoy the ride as much as I did.

- Katie Lane



“Come on now, Hope, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what we used to play.”

She stopped twisting the steering wheel, and her hands tightened on the hard plastic. But she refused to look at him.

“Come on, honey,” he breathed as his arm stretched out along the back of the seat. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hope said as her gaze remained locked on the water cascading down the windshield.     

Colt slid closer, blocking her view with miles of wet, black t-shirt. She now understood why men were so enthralled with wet t-shirt contests. Wet cotton made for some mouth-watering fantasies. Especially when shrink wrapped to the hard, chiseled body in front of her.

As her gaze got stuck on the tiny beaded nipples topping each perfectly-sculptured pectoral muscle, her breathing grew uneven. The seat was big enough that she could move back. Except a strange paralysis had settled over her, and she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Especially when his hand came to rest on the steering wheel and his other on the back of her neck. A chill spread through her body, which brought his droopy-lidded gaze sliding down her soaked dress.

“Sure you do,” he whispered as his breath wafted over her face. It smelled of mint toothpaste and cool rain. “You know exactly what I’m talking about—sophomore year behind the girl’s locker room.”

Hope closed her eyes and tried to get a handle on her suddenly topsy-turvy world, but lack of vision only made matters worse when a hot hand skated up her bare leg. Her eyes flashed open as she grabbed his wrist.

Those sensual gray eyes stared back at her from beneath lowered lids. “Come on, honey,” he coaxed as his fingers caressed the spot right above her knee. “Just a little peek.” He leaned over, and his cheek brushed against hers, not as prickly as it had been in jail but prickly enough to cause more chill bumps. “I promise not to tell a single soul—I never did.”

The man knew exactly what to say. Always had. If he took a notion, he could tempt a nun from her habit. And Hope was no nun, but she could count on one hand the times she’d had sex in the last year. So how could she fend off a desperado like Colt Lomax? A naughty outlaw who had no scruples about cornering her in an old Chevy while water cascaded down the windows like the best carwash fantasy she’d ever had?     

So she gave in. Just a little. Just enough to let her eyes close in surrender. Just enough to lean into the mouth that trailed kisses down her neck. But she refused to let go. She might be sex-deprived, but she wasn’t stupid.     


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