Get ready for some sexy rock ‘n roll star brothers. And they’re cowboys to boot. The Best Kind of Trouble, Lauren Dane‘s latest release, gives readers a good look at the dual lives these guys live. And it’s a lot of fun.
But after a life of anything and everything he’s ever wanted while on tour, Paddy Hurley has just met the woman who will rein him in, and he’s happy to leave all the wildness behind.
That’s because Natalie Clayton still has a bit of wildness in her, despite the control she now exerts in her life. In bed these two are as wild as you can get, and Paddy is just fine with that.
But over and above that is family. Paddy goes to his oldest brother, Ezra, when he needs advice. This excerpt today is one of those conversations between these brothers. One of my favorites of the book. I hope you enjoy.
Summary:
She has complete control…and he’s determined to take it away.
A librarian in the small town of Hood River, Natalie Clayton’s world is very nearly perfect. After a turbulent childhood and her once-wild ways, life is now under control. But trouble has a way of turning up unexpectedly—especially in the tall, charismatically sexy form of Paddy Hurley….
And Paddy is the kind of trouble that Natalie has a taste for.
Even after years of the rock and roll lifestyle, Paddy never forgot the two wickedly hot weeks he once shared with Natalie. Now he wants more…even if it means tempting Natalie and her iron-grip control. But there’s a fine line between well-behaved andmisbehaved—and the only compromise is between the sheets!
“You remember that shithole of a bar we hung out in just outside Portland?” Paddy handed a coil of rope to his oldest brother, Ezra.
“Dude, you’ve got to be more specific than that. There are dozens upon dozens of shithole bars I remember. More I don’t.” Ezra snorted as he hung the rope up on a hook just inside the stable door.
Paddy laughed. It had been fifteen years since they’d started out, and that particular shithole bar had been at least a dozen years before. “Back at the beginning. Right before we headed to L.A. and made the first record with the label. The bar was next to a bowling alley. We had two rooms in that rat trap of a motel that was behind it.”
“Ah! Yes, I do remember that one. Damien got his ass jumped by those cowboys who heckled us and waited for him after the show.”
“Then we all jumped in, and you got arrested.”
“Wasn’t the last time.”
“And now you have pigs and dogs, and you only beat on your brothers.”
“I’m too old to beat anyone up but you people. Plus, I have great hands. Why you taking me down memory lane?”
“There was a girl.”
Ezra barked a laugh. “Yeah, well, you’ll have to be more specific with that, too. Even more of them than shithole dive bars.”
“Natalie. Long blond hair. Big blue eyes. Dimples. Juicy mouth. She worked in the bar. We had a thing. Hot, hard, fast, for two weeks before we left for L.A.”
“Hmm, sounds familiar, but Paddy, you have a thing for blondes. There are stories like that from coast to coast and across Europe. They all run together after a time.”
“I do have a really fucking awesome life.”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “Does this story have a point?”
“She’s here. In town, I mean. This morning after our ride, I went down to get some coffee. She was there. At the counter. Hair is short now, but it exposes her neck.”
Ezra hummed his approval as he put things away.
“She’s a librarian.”
Ezra’s brows rose appreciatively. “Well, now.”
“Right? But she pretended she didn’t remember me.”
Ezra turned and then laughed so hard he had to brace his hands on his knees. “Man, I wish I’d have seen your face when that happened,” Ezra choked out in between fits of laughter. “I love how your ego paints it like she pretended not to know you instead of her just not remembering.”
“Har har. She remembered me. There’s no way she forgot it. It wasn’t a night or two. It was two really intense weeks. Plus, asshole, I’m unforgettable. Anyway, she didn’t deny knowing me. She just stepped around admitting knowing me. I know the difference.”
Ezra stood up, wiping his eyes and settling down a little. “Thanks for that. Totally made my day.”
“I’m asking you for advice. You give Damien advice all the time.”
“He’s an idiot. He needs it more than you do,” Ezra said, referring to one of their brothers, the drummer of Sweet Hollow Ranch.
“Yeah, there is that.”
