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Summer is in Dallas, even though she doesn’t want to be.

But when she sees her grandparents for the first time in a long time, she

decides she might as well make the most of it and enjoy her time on the farm.

And the appearance of Barrett, the sexy farm hand who is doing whatever it

takes to keep one of the horses comfortable as she battles disease, definitely

makes the early mornings and long days worthwhile. But Barrett has a few

secrets hidden in the closet and Summer’s not sure if things will work out if

Barrett can't open his heart and come clean. Plus, everyone around her warns her

away from him. But Summer can’t help the attraction she has toward the

gorgeous, mysterious cowboy.

http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Dallas-Diamond-Davenport-ebook/dp/B00MWMR0AM

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Summer-Dallas-Diamond-Davenport-ebook/dp/B00MWMR0AM

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22876853-summer-in-dallas

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About the Author:

Diamond Davenport is new to the indie community. She is an avid reader and writer. She enjoys reading romance novels and erotica novels.

Her first book Summer in Dallas is a romance novel. In her spare time she likes to cook, garden and hang out with her family. Her new hobby is to sit in front of the computer and write. She has fallen in love with the fictional world!

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8431420.Diamond_Davenport

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Blurb:

He's a cowboy with a guitar and an attitude. She's Nashville's toughest, most sought after music agent. They have one thing in common: country music.

Cutter Harrison relies on two things: beer and music—his music. At twenty-six, he's happily divorced and plans to keep it that way.

Holly Avery is on the hunt. She's determined to discover the next country music superstar and is willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

An unexpected meeting in Arkansas makes them question their pasts, their futures, and the bare essentials of love. Country music brought them together, but will their dirty little secrets keep them apart?

Quotes:

He was the kind of trouble she steered clear of. But damn, trouble never looked so good. He was sin and she wanted to taste.

She was Superman to his kryptonite. Good to his bad. She was a tall stick of dynamite packed inside a tiny firecracker and he wanted to light the fuse.

Eyes, like pools of hunger, pierced so intensely he was sure she could see the heart of his soul bleeding out, begging for her to heal him.

He thought he didn't need saving, but she'd casually walked into the center of his storm and rescued him.

Cowboys didn't always get the girl and no one ever rode off into the sunset. That was an illusion sold to the masses by people who'd never stepped foot beyond their concrete villages and drive-through coffee shops.

In her mind's eye, love was completely and utterly useless, but that was before she'd met the man hiding behind a guitar and a cowboy hat.

The first time he'd watched the sunrise reflected in her eyes, he knew he'd love her. And he would love her through every sunrise and every sunset until the sun ceased to exist…and then he'd love her more.

Excerpt:

He leaned back and put his guitar case on the floor. Opening it, he pulled the instrument from its resting spot, sat it on the mattress and then lifted a pen and straddled her. The warmth and weight of his body settled atop her hips as he pushed the pen behind his ear and strapped on his guitar.

Strumming the chords, he hummed until lyrics were formed and the room was filled with a song she'd never heard.

Mesmerized, she held her breath, afraid that any movement would disrupt the pure beauty of his creation.

Then he stopped, took his pen, and wrote on her body. The pen tickled her skin, leaving behind inked notes and lyrics. She wanted to cry, but didn't. He was the most extraordinary man she'd ever met and with each sketch of his pen, each new ink blot that he skillfully crafted on her flesh, she fell deeper and harder then she could've ever imagined. He was masculine yet soft, aggressive yet pliable. Hard work left his hands calloused, yet each stroke of the pen was precise and swift.

And then he sang without playing as he continued to compose on her skin. Hands down, no comparison, it was the most sensual moment of her adult life.

As he shaded notes and wrote lyrics, her arousal heightened until her nipples were hard. If she thought her well of lust had run dry, she was mistaken. It pooled between her legs and if the growing size of his erection was any indication, he was just as turned on by their artistic moment as she was.

He picked and strummed the strings of her heart as capably as he handled his instrument.

When the music died, he nodded approval. "You inspire me," he said.

"If that's what this is, I'll always aspire to inspire you," she whispered.

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