Every woman deserves an alpha hero. Impossible Love: A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance by Gracie Owens Book Tour with Giveaway
Every woman deserves an alpha hero
Impossible Love
Yosemite Ranch Book 1
by Gracie Owens
Genre: Small Town Contemporary Romance
Victoria:
I came to Yosemite Ranch to close a land
deal and make partner.
Instead, I find temptation.
His
name is Cal MacLaine. A smoking-hot ex-Navy SEAL and billionaire with
breathtaking violet eyes. With a side of first-born-son:
overprotective, suspicious, honorable to a fault. He thinks it’s
his mission to protect his family’s ranch.
And keep me
from reaching my objectives.
Will I close this deal? Will
he send me packing? Or will we both find what we've always wanted in
the most impossible of places…in one another’s arms?
Cal:
This
redhead in her ridiculous stiletto heels has no business here.
Sure,
she’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, there’s an
undeniable attraction between us. But she’s set her sights on a
chunk of our family ranch.
I don’t trust her.
She
says she’s in mergers and acquisitions. Sorry, gorgeous—I won’t
be buying what you’re selling. So how has she succeeded where every
other woman has failed? How is she knocking down the impenetrable
wall I’ve built around my world—and my heart? I can’t fall in
love with Victoria Backlund.
It’s
impossible.
Impossible Love is a small town, enemies to
lovers, billionaire, military contemporary romance and the first book
in the Yosemite Ranch series. Yosemite Ranch...Every woman deserves
an alpha hero.
Love Walks In
Yosemite Ranch Book 2
Finn:
When my wife died in childbirth, I knew my
guilt and grief would never heal.
I try to focus on the
life that’s right in front of me. Jasmine, the eight-year-old
daughter I worry I’m failing. The successful tech company I started
with my brothers. And training horses at my family’s Yosemite
Ranch.
Until the day Emma Clark walks in…
Radiating
beauty and kindness despite her own pain. A miracle I never saw
coming, and a temptation I can’t fight. Can I trust the unbreakable
bond she forms with Jasmine? Can I forgive myself enough to welcome
love again? And if I go looking into her past, will I find more than
any of us bargained for?
Emma:
I know
I’m damaged.
Foster care, loneliness, and minimum-wage
work will do that to a girl. But I’m nobody’s victim, no matter
what’s in my past. What I am is a realist, and I’m sure
love isn’t in the cards for me.
Until Finn MacLaine’s
gaze meets my own…
The insanely handsome former Navy
SEAL is my new boss. And strictly off limits. But the attraction is
too intense to ignore. The connection is too strong to break.
Is
love, family, and true belonging suddenly within my grasp? Or am I
just a housekeeper longing for the impossible?
Love
Walks In is a small town, single dad, billionaire, military
contemporary romance and the second book in the Yosemite Ranch
series. Yosemite Ranch...Every woman deserves an alpha
hero.
Content warning: assault in the
heroine’s past is referenced.
If
I’m not extremely careful, I could drown in this woman’s guileless eyes.
I’m
her boss. She’s living in my house, with my daughter. I remind myself of all
this but it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m still in a daze, feeling her legs
clutch me tight as I f*** her.
I
trust Finn MacLaine. That flashing storm I see in his eyes isn’t anger—it’s
lust—the same level of lust that’s been shooting through my body for days.
I
don’t have to run from this man. So I run to him instead.
I
had no idea a kiss could burn me alive like this.
He’s
just the hottest man on the planet and I’m all his, to do with what he wants.
And I know exactly what he wants.
“You’re
very tall.”
The
instant the words escape my mouth, I regret it. It is all
kinds
of wrong for an employee to comment on her boss’s height,
his
weight, his dark curls, those eyes of his that are the color of a
midnight
sky, his SUV, his daughter, or how sexy he is.
Too
sexy. Irresistibly sexy. Dangerously sexy.
“Six-foot-four,”
he says.
----
She
blushes. Again. I love it when she blushes. My cock
loves
it when she blushes. I wonder if the rest of her body blushes.
I
wonder if the touch of her skin is so hot that I’d burst into flames
with
our bodies pressed to one another. Skin on skin.
“A
video game,” I clarify. My voice is thick with lust and
comes
out in a croak. “With me. Play a game with me.”
She
gives me a half smile. “Sure. Will you teach me?”
Fuck
yes, I’ll teach you.
“Of
course,” I say, polite as fuck.
----
She
nods softly. “I know you’re my boss, and I just don’t care
anymore.”
“Tell
me what you want. Now.” Every nerve ending in my body
leaps
to attention. I think it’s happening—she’s giving me the green
light.
I
want Emma so fucking bad. I’ve wasted these last weeks of my
life.
She’s been so close, but completely out of my reach.
But
not anymore.
“C’mere,
baby,” I say. “I won’t wait another second.”
----
There’s
something so carnal about having a woman’s bare flesh
against
a rough pair of jeans, denim the only barrier between her soft
skin
and the huge bulge under my fly.
She’s
already spread open for me.
“I
want so much more of you. I want it all.” I slide my hand along
the
side of her head, into her hair. She leans into my touch and closes her
eyes.
“You’re
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my
life.
I’ve wanted you from the second you showed up here.”
-----
That
hot mouth of hers immediately surrenders to my
demands,
to me. I got a brief taste of this weeks ago. Turning away
from
it, giving it up—not taking what was mine—was one of the
hardest
things I’ve ever had to do in my life.
But
I’m taking it now.
Emma
is mine.
----
I
grab her ass. A round handful of naked flesh. I slip my
finger
through the thin strip of fabric holding the barely-there
panties
in place.
Emma
makes the sweetest little mewl under my mouth. I
kiss
her harder, rougher. She takes it, gives it back.
I
pull away and take her face in my hands. “Are you on the
pill?”
----
She’s
breathing hard. Her shiny hair puddles to the floor behind
her.
Her lips are parted and her eyes are dark, filled with questions and
desire.
I
love the desire. But not the questions.
“Are
you sure?”
She
nods. Swallows hard. She brings her hand to the side of my
face,
her touch light and caring.
“Emma,
I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if anything is too much. I
can
be…a lot. But I have to have you.”
----
I
have never been admired like this. No man has ever looked at me
the
way Finn is now—dead serious, intense, hungry.
He
wants me as much as I want him, and with the same
desperation.
I
am sure of that now.
Finally.
I get to know what it feels like to be claimed by Finn.
---
Sexy,
dark stubble lines his jaw and upper lip, accenting the
wide,
kissable mouth. All he wears is a pair of old jeans. He’s
barefoot,
shirtless, and there’s no belt involved. I’m looking at the
most
perfect male body I could imagine. The heat pours off his
skin.
He
is sex. He raw, carnal power.
As
he breathes, I see his lungs expand, his rippled abs
contract,
the faint outline of his ribs. He’s a runner. A knife
fighter.
A Navy SEAL and a man who’s known hard ranch work
all
his life. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere.
Just
huge muscles dusted in black hair. As classically
handsome
as he is rugged. Bone and sinew and wild, loose black
curls.
----
I
bring my hands to those dark curls. Then to his shoulders.
I
let my touch slip down the rock-solid strength of his upper arms
and
down his forearms. Then I move my touch to his stomach.
A
jolt of electric longing goes through me. I slide my palms over
his
abs, around his sides, and down onto his denim-covered ass. He’s
hard
everywhere. A man who could take anyone, anywhere.
I
want him to take me.
----
He
lowers himself closer and slides one of his hands under my
head,
where he cradles and lifts me to his mouth. I feel like I’m being
served
up on a platter.
And
I absolutely love it.
His
hot mouth covers mine with a sense of finality. I feel it—this is
where
everything changes. Where we come together because we both
want
to, when we’re both ready to.
And
holy shit, I’m ready. My legs are trembling. I feel how my
panties
are soaked through.
----
“Holy
fuck, Emma. You’re so…” His eyes scan my face as his
fingertips
trace the top of my thighs. “Fuckable.”
----
“I’m
gonna destroy these panties, so I apologize in
advance.”
“It’s
okay. I have a feeling you’ll be destroying a lot more
than
my panties.”
----
“I’m
big. You’re small,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt
you.”
I
shake my head. “I won’t let you hurt me, Finn. This is
only
about pleasure. Always about pleasure, what I give to you and
what
you give to me.”
-----
“I’m
going to make you cum so hard,” I whisper, and then I
pull
her thighs apart and dive in.
My
head is wrapped in pale silk, my mouth and tongue
feasting
on the slick cream of her, sucking and nibbling as she
mewls
under my lips. She tastes like the sea and smells like sex. I
want
to make her cum before I fuck her, because I know that
this
first time is going to be heavy on the greed and light on the finesse.
-----
I
clutch her hips. I push into her, up, up. She’s squeezing me so
tight
I start to wonder if there’s such a thing as cutting off circulation
during
sex.
At
this point, I don’t even care. I’m too far gone. Too far up inside
her.
If this is the last time I have blood flow to my dick, then so be it.
-----
“You’re
fucking delicious, do you know that?” His hand spreads
flat
against my sternum and slide up to my throat, where he holds me in
place.
Nothing too rough. It’s his way of keeping me exactly where he
wants
me, how he wants me.
He
warned me. He told me he could be…a lot.
If
I’d been drinking I’d think I’d had waaaaay to much. But
I
haven’t had a drop. Nothing. The only intoxicating substance in
my
bloodstream tonight is Finn MacLaine.
I
don’t know how I’m going to walk tomorrow. Drive.
Think
straight.
-----
“You’re
so beautiful, Emma. Your beauty amazes me—I’ll
never
get used to it.”
My
eyes close. He uses his knees to gently spread my
thighs
apart. I feel him at the entrance to my body, hot, so hard.
Again.
I
know I’m ready. I’m always ready.
“You’re
at your most beautiful when my dick’s inside you.”
----
“Look
at me, baby.”
My
eyelids are heavy, but I will them to open. I’m greeted with the
sight
of all he is. My hotblooded lover. My Finn. With eyes too intense.
A
mouth too demanding. Powerful body and brilliant mind. A heart
filled
with goodness.
He’s
too much man.
And
everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
------
He
presses his mouth to mine. It’s a simple and direct kiss, taking
me
with his lips the way his cock takes my pussy. The same leisurely
rhythm.
The same message.
I
claim you.
You
are mine.
-----
I
thought I had memorized every plane and curve of Emma’s face,
but
as I observe her, I’m in awe of how beautiful she is. Inside and out.
She
is the most beautiful thing that has ever walked into my life.
About
an hour away from Long Beach, Finn slows the boat
and
joins me at the bow, wrapping his arms around my middle.
“Shouldn’t
someone be steering?” I ask him.
He
chuckles low and deep into my ear and I feel his arousal
pushing
against me. “It’s called autopilot.”
I
squirm against him. “Oh. Are you on autopilot, too?”
----
Gracie Owens is the pen name for two internationally bestselling authors from the American West who have teamed up to write steamy, sassy, and sweet contemporary romance novels. After years of discussing passion projects and brainstorming story ideas, they realized what fun they could have if they put their heads—and laptops—together. The rest is history!
These days, they spend hours on the phone figuring out how their characters can fall in love despite the odds. One author writes from her couch, focused on outlines, plots, and first drafts. The other writes outside with her dogs next to her, revising, editing, and adding steamy love scenes.
We hope our readers have as much fun with Gracie as we do!
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