Consent to Love is book 2 in the Wild Pleasures series. Consent to the Cowboy is the 1st book. They do not need to be read in order. :-)
Text Copyright © 2012 by Abby Wood
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Twenty-four-year-old small-town girl Ana Reynold serves beer at the local bar, tries to keep her beater car running, and dreams of a better life as a painter. If she can learn to make a decent steak, she might get promoted to cook—and earn enough for her real heart’s desire. Right now, that doesn’t include romance.
But when she meets a tall, dark and sexy Native American man named Kane, Ana can’t take her eyes off him—or stop thinking about him. But she’d better. Everyone knows the proud Lakota who raises horses wants nothing to do with a townie barmaid who’ll bring shame to his people.
Except Kane can’t get Ana off his mind. He proposes a red-hot weekend in bed, a no-strings affair to end Monday morning. Yet once Kane brings the outsider onto Lakota land, everything changes…
From the book…
The stranger stood directly in front of her. She raised her chin until she looked into his eyes. She swallowed. Lordy, he’s a big man. His onyx-colored eyes framed in black lashes were startling. She glanced away, afraid he’d see how much his presence made her skittish. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
The bag leaning against her leg skimmed her bare calf. She reached for it automatically, and then realized he’d picked the sack up off the ground.
“Take a break. I’ll do it.” He turned and began to collect the rest of the trash, glancing back at her as if to make sure she didn’t move from her spot.
She gripped the edge of the boards she sat on and bit her lip. She shouldn’t let him do her job for her. Regardless of volunteering their time to help out, Chum was paying her a half a day’s wages for serving the refreshments.
Uncomfortable waiting and doing nothing, she stood and gathered the paper plates and napkins on the other side of the barn. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d responded to a man with such intensity. She actually quivered watching him move about the barn. Her skin prickled, and to her surprise, her panties dampened.
Ana carried the trash over to the man and dumped the items in the bag he held out for her. “Thank you. I can take the garbage now.”
His fingers brushed hers. She jerked her head up at the rush of tingles she received. “T-thank you…”
“Excuse me?” She tilted her head.
“My name is Howahkan.” His cheek twitched and he leaned forward. “Or, you can call me Kane.”