Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Tough and Tamed (Moon Ranch #1) by Em Petrova

**Tough and Tamed by Em Petrova**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! We have another new-to-me author and book! Please allow me to feature on the blog Em Petrova and her latest release, TOUGH AND TAMED …

**EM PETROVA**

**BIO**

Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.

She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys . In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor to other authors.

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**TOUGH AND TAMED**

Publication date: February 24, 2020

Series: Moon Ranch #1
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

**BLURB**

Revenge sex and a healthy dose of a bad boy making all the wrong decisions equals one hell of a wild ride. The horse is optional.

Zayden Moon and his brothers are back home for the old man’s funeral, but too bad none of them give a damn what happens to the failing ranch they’ve inherited or all the bad memories that come with it. Now Zayden has more than his murky past and the ranch to contend with. As usual, trouble comes searching for him when he’s asked to rescue a woman lost on the mountain, stranded on Valentines’ Day of all things, and he’s the only man who knows where to look. And whoooeee, there’s a lot to look at when it comes to this curvaceous beauty.

Esme thought she was going to the mountain getaway to receive a diamond ring, and instead she’s abandoned by her boyfriend and left to make her own way down the jagged terrain. When a sexy cowboy rides in on a white steed, she thinks she’s seeing things, but soon his warm, rough hands show her otherwise. A hot and heavy dose of revenge sex seems to be in order too, right?

If Zayden had a heart, he’d be falling for the woman with spunk to match her wild curls, but he knows better than to attempt a relationship. And Lordy, Esme sure gravitates to the worst men… except there’s something more to Zayden than he allows anyone to see. If she ever figures out what, she might give Zayden a chance, because the man’s kisses sure can knot a woman up.

**TEASER**

**EXCERPT **

Killer lace teddy—check. Thigh-high stockings—check.

Esme turned to the mirror and fluffed her wild curls around her face. The brown ringlets had a way of adding a sex appeal all of their own, and Owen loved to grab her hair and—

She nibbled her lower lip in anticipation. When he’d invited her on a weekend getaway, she’d been excited. But the moment she heard it was for Valentine’s Day, well, her mind went there…

To the diamond ring every woman dreamed of receiving on the holiday designed for lovers.

The quaint cabin on the mountain added a nice touch, she had to admit. Owen knew she loved all things outdoorsy, and that was exactly why, when he dropped to bended knee and popped the question, she would say yes.

A flurry of nerves hit.

He waited for her just beyond this bathroom door, and she was stalling.

No, not stalling—letting the excitement build.

She leaned close to the bathroom mirror again and inspected her lipstick, swiping a smudge at one corner. After checking her teeth to make sure there wasn’t any red lipstick on them, she drew in a shaky breath.

“Showtime.”

She quietly opened the bathroom door and stuck one stockinged toe into the bedroom where Owen waited for her. She extended her leg, hooking it around the doorjamb. Then she slipped out a hip, which she wiggled to show off the sheer lace and the curve of her buttocks.

Not a sound could be heard—Owen was probably stunned speechless, and that would mean she’d achieved her goal of dolling up for the special moment.

When she popped out into the room, locking her gaze on the bed where she knew he’d be, a harsh gasp left her lips.

He wasn’t on the bed.

Or in any of the corners either.

Well, her little seductive ploy wasn’t spoiled, because she could find him in the kitchen. They’d never had kitchen table sex… or any sex besides in a bed, for that matter. But who cared? Tonight was the night.

She sashayed through the rustic cabin, swinging her hips and walking as if she was on a catwalk. Brushing her curls back over her shoulders, she cooed, “Oh Owennnn.”

No sound came in response.

With a bit of annoyance, she dropped the act and entered the living room, one hand on her hip.

The space sat empty. Spinning, she looked at the small oak kitchen, and Owen wasn’t standing there either.

“What the hell?” she said to the empty space. “Owen?”

She walked to the front door and whipped it open. It was just like him to be waiting outside—he knew how much she loved the outdoors, and a proposal in the winter wonderland of the mountain was beyond perfect.

A shiver hit her skin as the wintry wind blew at her face. She blinked away some snowflakes and stared around her. Snow piled up, and it came down in those big fat flakes that Colorado was known for.

“Owen!” She peered toward the parking area to the side of the wood cabin. Her stomach dipped low and quick—like she sat on a rollercoaster and just took a curve at high speed.

No Jeep. No Owen.

Maybe he’d gone down the mountain to town, had forgotten something. Flowers? Champagne?

She hurriedly closed the door and wrapped her arms around her scantily-clad body. If he’d gone to town, it would take a good hour. The drive up the mountain, navigating the switch-backed roads, took some time. Nothing for Esme to do but settle in and wait.

She felt silly sitting around in the teddy and stockings, so she marched to the bedroom, reached for her bathrobe—and froze with one hand on the fuzzy robe.

Where the fuck was Owen’s bag?

Shock hit her square in the face. There had to be a mistake—he wouldn’t just up and leave.

Would he?

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