Review: Cowboy up by Harper Sloan
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Harper Sloan returns with a passionate and breathless romance about the sparks that ignite when a cautious cowboy and a once-scorned woman open up to each other in the third installment of the Coming Home series.
Elizabeth's Star Review - Good Read Review
Clayton Davis has always been the protector... but he never lets outsiders into his heart. Then Caroline Michaels walks in the door of the bar and he just has to have her... even for a night. He never imagines seeing her again, when he does he holds on tight and never lets go.
Cowboy Up is the third in the Coming home series from Harper Sloan and she never lets you down. You get a sweet loving cowboy getting his walls torn down. The two insanely crazy sisters from the first two books will keeps you giggling and Laughing out loud. This book and the entire series is a must read!
Lana's Review ~ 4 stars ~ GoodReads Review
A sweet, emotional read where the last Davis sibling finally finds true love.
Clayton Davis gets knocked off his horse with the ever sweet and innocent looking Caroline Michaels. Her wanting to be bad while looking for a getaway from her life. These two have an explosive night together but go their separate way but fate has other ideas for them.
As you continue to read, you hope that Clayton will finally get his happily ever after. This was a nice way to end the Coming Home series.
Heather's Review ~ 5 stars ~ GoodReads Review
I giggled and swooned all the way through this book! Harper gave us just what we needed for Clayton Davis and the gang. Cowboy Up was the perfect end to an emotional and sexy series!
I laughed so hard throughout this whole book. Maybe this isn't what Harper Sloan was going for, but it was exactly what I needed. I wondered throughout the whole series if Clayton Davis was going to be a boring stick in the mud, but he wasn't!!! I was so excited to his quips like 'aren't you a little whiskey in a tea cup?' <--- snort! Yet, on the flip side he made me swoon so hard! I mean harddddd! And Caroline is sweet perfection. She's exactly what Clayton Davis needed. I fell so in love with both of them that I couldn't help but read this book so fast to find out what happened, yet at the same time, I didn't want it to end, at all.
Cowboy Up also provided us a glimpse into the lives of the other Davis brothers and their wives/clan's and they gave me everything that I needed.
I push my hands from his shoulders and palm his jaw as his stubble prickles against my fingers while my hands wander up to his hair. His hat falls to the ground with a thud and I know he’s just as lost in me as I am in him, because he doesn’t even make a move to pick it up. He lets out a deep grunt when I mold myself against his body, seeking some sort of friction. The next thing I know, my back is against the door and he’s gripping my bottom. His mouth hits my jaw with a bite of his teeth, making a squeak of pleasure shoot up my throat, and his deep rumble of laughter reaches my ears as he presses me harder into the door with his hips. The heavy bulge of his erection against that spot makes me so desperate for him that I whimper in relief when his mouth finally closes over mine in a wet tangle of tongues.
I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.
This is the kind of kiss that sets the bar for any that might follow.
The kind that shows you everything you’ve been missing and everything you never knew you wanted. I’m going to be comparing every kiss I ever have to my dark cowboy’s, even though I know there’s a good chance no one will ever compare. The sounds coming from my mouth, the ones being swallowed by his, are nothing short of needy. My hips move in tandem with the thrusts of his, and even though we’re both fully clothed, I know it won’t take much more of this for me to go off like the town’s fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Fuck, you taste just like apple pie,” he whispers against my lips, breaking away with a gasp.
“Goddamn, I love apple pie,” he says before his mouth is back on mine, this time with a whole new kind of hunger deepening his kisses.
I’m held captive, enraptured. Then his hands move from my bottom to glide up my torso. He lifts his hard chest off mine and suddenly those delicious fingers are at my breasts. Even if I had big boobs his hands would dwarf them, I’m sure, but as it is he covers both with a firm grasp before adjusting his hold with a deft twist of the wrists. His mouth continues to feast on mine while his huge hands learn my body with slow movements. I tear my mouth from his with a breathy moan when he pushes my shirt up and slips his fingers into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.
“Oh, God,” I moan when he does it again.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles.
“Please,” I beg, not with the slightest clue as to what I’m begging for.
His hips dig even harder into mine as he leans back, supporting me against the door with that connection alone as he pulls my shirt off. The darkness makes me feel more confident than I normally would be, almost half naked with a man—no, a stranger.
“Yours too,” I tell him as his fingers move to unclasp my bra. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, taking over the task so he’ll hopefully give me what I want.
I fumble in my haste to feel more of this dangerous arousal he’s creating in my body, but the second my bra is free and dangling toward the floor, his naked chest collides against mine, pushing me into the door with a force that sends the air rushing out of my lungs.
His mouth hits my collarbone at the same time his hands grasp my bottom, sliding me up the door until I feel the wet heat of his breath against my breast.
Then he stops.
About Harper Sloan...
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.