Miss May Cord Hardin has received an ultimatum from the snooty socialite he’s been dating. She's given him one week to learn how to speak and behave like a gentleman or he can just go find himself someone else. In a half-hearted effort to redeem himself, Cord hires a part-time English tutor. One look at the rugged, ex pro bull rider and Cord’s new tutor decides that he’s the best argument for casual sex she’s ever seen. So what if she’s not the most beautiful woman in the world. Cindy’s never met a guy who’d turn down a little no-strings- attached sex. Cindy’s planned seduction works to perfection. But as she prepares Cord for his weekend date, she can’t help but get emotionally attached to the tall, sexy cowboy. Fortunately for her, Cord is determined to make sure Cindy Patterson stays attached. Note: Cord is Bolt's (of Miss October fame) younger brother. |
| Cover Art by Syneca |
Excerpt “Hello. You’ve reached Big Dick Enterprises where you get more bang for your buck. Can I help you?” Cord swayed as he tilted back in his chair again. Again there was a pause on the other line. Then there was a soft snort followed by a woman’s husky purr. “It’s may.” Cord frowned at the low, musical voice. “I’m sorry, ma’am, you must have the wrong number. I don’t know anyone named May.” Again the melodic chuckle of amusement. “It’s may. May I help you. Not can I help you.” Cord cursed under his breath. It was bad enough when Veronica corrected him. Now he had random telemarketers calling him up and trying to improve his language. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he drawled. “But you can take your may and stick it in your can.” “I’m not a ma’am,” the speaker corrected him. “I’m a Miss.” “Whatever, Miss…May. Listen, I just hate to rush you off the phone but I’ve got an important phone call I’m waiting on. You see, I responded to an ad in the paper and I’m expecting a call—” “From a tutor,” she finished for him. “Uh. Yeah…” he said slowly, his feet dropping to the floor as he leaned forward in his seat. His eyes narrowed in slow suspicion. “That would be me,” the female voice clipped out with more than a trace of vicious glee. “You’re the English tutor,” he stated in a deadpan voice. “Returning your call,” she pointed out, maliciously. “I teach high school English during the school year and tutor a bit in the summer.” Feeling as though he’d been ambushed, Cord searched his beer-soaked brain for some sort of reasonably intelligent comeback. “Well then, Miss May,” he drawled. Miss May-I-Make-You-Feel-Like-A-Total-Ass. “Can you tell me what a boor is?” “Mm-hmm,” she came back with a typically female superior little murmur. “It means a rude, awkward, ill-mannered person.” “Rude!” he barked. “Awkward!” Veronica thought he was rude? And…and…and awkward? Okay. Maybe he was ill-mannered on occasion, but only when the situation called for it. Like when Veronica’s obnoxious cousin had put the moves on his sister, April. Or when one of her exboyfriends had asked him if he even owned a white shirt and tie. “Awkward my ass,” he hissed through his teeth. “Sir?” Cord pulled himself together. “Can you help make me the opposite of that? The opposite of…ill-mannered?” “You want me to make a gentleman out of you?” Cord gritted his teeth while Miss May chuckled at the other end of the line. Great! Even she thought the idea was ridiculous! And she hadn’t even met him yet! “Have you ever seen My Fair Lady?” she asked after she’d finished having her little laugh at his expense. “Sounds like a chick flick,” he told her. “Have you seen it?” Cord rocked onto the back legs of his chair again. “I dunno. Does it have fast cars?” “No.” “Guns?” “No.” “Explosions?” “No.” “Then, nope. I ain’t seen it.” “I haven’t seen it,” she corrected him, in a tickled voice. “It’s based on a book called Pygmalion. I don’t suppose you’ve read that either?” “Not unless it was required reading in high school.” There was an amused snort on the other end of the line. “Am I to assume that’s the last time you read a book?” Oh, yeah. Direct hit. Score ten points to Little Miss Smart-Ass. The cheeky bitch was really getting on his nerves. “Listen, Miss I’m-better-than-you May. Do you want the job or not?” There was a moment’s silence. “Is this about a woman?” she asked. There was a deep note of humor in her low, sensual voice—a voice wrapped in smoking tendrils of spine-tingling sex appeal. Despite his annoyance, Cord’s body responded to the luscious sound as a shiver of interest traveled his spine. Sweetheart,” he drawled, rubbing the heel of his palm over his fly, “it’s always about a woman.” “Oh. Well,” she answered perversely, “in that case, I’ll take the job.” “Fine. When can you start?” he asked. Cord heard what sounded like papers rustling in the background. “Well, Mr. erm…Hardin? In a case like yours, I think there’s probably no time to lose. How does four o’clock tomorrow sound?” |
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