Tomorrow Written Interview 7pm PST Mia Hopkins Author of: Cowboy Valentine See Excerpt

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Forget chocolate and flowers. This homegrown honey is all the sweetness he craves.

Small-town life is nothing but a waiting room for eighteen-year-old honor student Corazón Gomez. Work and school leave little time for love, but with a full-ride Ivy League scholarship and a one-way ticket out of the boondocks, who needs it?

The answer appears on Valentine’s Day when her old cowboy crush ambles into the ice cream parlor where she works, inviting her to go on a late-night ride in his truck. For the first time she wavers between staying on the straight and narrow, and going off-road with the handsome heartbreaker.

After four years working on ranches all over the country, Caleb MacKinnon is back on the family farm helping out his mom and brothers while his father fights cancer. The one bright spot: smart, funny, and wickedly sexy Cora.

From the start, they both know this blazing-hot love affair can’t last. But when autumn comes and Cora has to leave for the East Coast, Caleb must find a solution to keep himself—and his heart—from falling apart. 

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Product Warnings

Contains hard, cherry-poppin’ sex in a pickup truck and a cowboy charmer who talks dirty in two languages.

This story is about a very smart American-Mexican, (18), young lady by the name of Corazon (Cora) Gomez.  She was smart enough to know that she wanted out of the boondock down so she studied and applied herself.  Enough to get her a full ride to Brown and Ivy League school.  Yet, she never learned how to kiss or date.

     What she kept in focus was that her mother had her at 16, left her with her grandmother, and bailed out of town as fast as she could.  So she studied hard and worked hard to save.  She needed to get out and stay out of town.  Only to visit her grandmother on occasion. 

     On Valentine’s Day of all days a man she crushed on for years and moved 4 years ago.  Looks like he has now come home again.  Who you ask… Caleb MacKennon was in fact the man she dreamed about for years.  So when he asked if she wanted to go for a ride she said yes right after she closed the ice cream shop she was working at.  Before he left town he stopped at the liquor store to get alcohol and who knows what else.

     She told him once they got to the overlook of their town that she had never been on a date, had a kiss, or had sex.  Then she asked him to show her before she leaves off to college in 6 weeks.  He asks her during each step being loving caring. 

    Once he breaks through her virginity he is rough and hard.  It becomes all about him not one thing about her joy and comfort.  He becomes almost possessed.  When he goes to drop her off he ask when she leaves, she says Aug. He says wow Feb. to Aug.  She says we shouldn’t get involved I don’t need a boyfriend since I’m leaving.  He says well either do I.

     He asks her what time she gets off work.  She says we shouldn’t see each other again.  He repeats more forcefully, “What time?”  So she tells him.  When she sees on his arm, “Heartbreaker” at that moment in the daylight she saw the danger in his eyes.  She didn’t need to fall in love that’s for sure.  Really though he got that tattoo that matches his dad Dale’s.  He got it one night when he was drunk after he found out his dad’s cancer was back.  As much as he loved his family he was now drunk on Cora.

     That first night didn’t shake her.  If anything she became more outspoken and into her own.  Almost empowered.  Caleb may have been her teacher but Cora had control of his heart. And he was a goner but oh so willing.

     See how these two make this non-relationship work.  How they both have to learn how to give and take in and out of the truck???  Hahaha!  Cora’s time in Oleander is limited so Caleb feels as if the clock ticking.  This is an erotica with a love story.

The cigarette calmed her down some, so she turned back to the shop to finish closing. When she reached for the handle of the door, a pair of headlights lit up the storefront and a big engine shuddered into Park behind her.

She stubbed out her cigarette on the rim of a trash can and turned around. The driver’s side door squeaked open and shut.

“We’re closed,” she said to the figure who walked up to her, a tall man in jeans, a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat.

He looked up in the faint light coming from the store window. “That so?” he drawled. His voice was deep.

“Afraid so.” Cora squinted at him. “Do I know you?”

The man stepped farther into the light. “Maybe.”

He was about six feet or so, with high cheekbones and a clean-shaven chin. His skin was tanned and freckled, as though he spent long hours in the sun. He tipped his hat back, and at once Cora saw his eyes—green but with pupils rimmed in gold. He was handsome as hell.

“You’re a MacKinnon kid,” she said, although she knew full well which one he was, and that he was no kid.

“Caleb.”

“I remember you from school. You graduated like three, four years ago.”

He looked down at her. His scrutiny scorched her cheeks. “I want to say I remember

who you are, but I can’t,” he said at last. “What’s your name?”

“Cora. Corazón Gomez.”

Caleb put a boot on the parking block and hooked his thumbs onto his belt. “Wait. I think I remember you too. You were that really smart one. The freshman in my chemistry class who knew all the answers. I think I had you in Spanish too. The teacher always made a big deal about your name meaning… What was it?”

“Heart. Corazón means heart.”

His eyes locked on hers and he nodded slowly, in no hurry to respond. To keep from fidgeting, she put her hands in the pockets of her uniform, wondering if he was going to say anything more. In the quiet, the wind rustled through the ocean of sagebrush that grew across the road.

“Well, I have to finish closing up.” She tried to sound casual. “Nice seeing you again, I guess.”

He still hadn’t stopped staring at her, but when she broke eye contact with him and turned toward the door, he cleared his throat. “Um, any chance I could get a sundae? I’ve had a hell of a night. I’d appreciate it.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to let you in after closing time.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

Cora’s hand rested on the door handle for a moment. When she looked at him again, he smiled, and a deep dimple formed in his left cheek, temporarily distracting her enough to make her say, “Okay. But you have to make it fast.”