11 June 2014

Pushin' Buttons Tour Stop!

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Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
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Niiiiiiiice! Talk about some hot cowboy lovin’, Ms. Petrova certainly knows her way around a ménage scene, or two, or three. Whew! Sybill may have gone to the Boot Knockers Ranch having never had an orgasm, but she didn’t leave that way … even if she left with her heart broken. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams turns out to be two men – one of whom can’t admit he’s in love with the other man? Oh yeah, you got it, we get bisexual cowboys, hot ménage sex, and romance … face it, you can’t get your heartbroken if there’s no romance involved. All of this adds up to a stellar read that I enjoyed from beginning to end (even if I didn’t want it to end).

The Boot Knockers Ranch hosts 20 women each week as the cowboys use their talents and skills to help the women overcome whatever sexual dysfunction that plagues them – virginity, body image issues, fantasy-fulfillment, failure to orgasm, etc. But don’t mistake the Ranch for a bordello. The ladies are carefully screened and matched by a counselor who knows what each cowboy can do and what skills are needed to help the individual woman. While I find the idea fascinating, I thought the added twist that the cowboys are shareholders in the ranch gives them a vested interest in seeing it succeed and helps to keep it professional and above-board. Although Pushin’ Buttons features Hugh and Riggs, it is clear from scenes involving the other cowboys that the men take their job seriously and treat the women with respect. And, in Hugh and Riggs’ case, love.

Being a founding member of the Boot Knockers Ranch, Hugh is taken aback when he responds so strongly to Sybill. He’s not supposed to be taking part in this week’s treatments, but he cannot NOT throw his hat into the ring for her. So it’s no wonder he falls for her and he falls hard – so hard that he takes it personally when he can’t take over the edge. It’s quite endearing how Hugh beats himself up mentally when he finds his pleasure without giving Sybill hers. Though he doesn’t admit it to himself, his determination to please her is not about his ego, it’s about pleasing his woman. Needless to say, he’s not happy when he learns that Riggs has wormed his way into their bed … he doesn’t want to share Sybill, not even with his lover. When he learns that it is at Sybill’s request (and not Riggs’ machinations), he agrees and Sybill (and the reader) is treated to some lip biting, squirm inducing, panty-drenching sex scenes that show that Sybill isn’t the only one who can ride a cowboy. Yee Haw!

What takes Pushin’ Buttons from a 4-star read to a 5-star read for me is the romance. The author doesn’t just give you some great sex scenes that’ll overheat your Kindle, she also writes one heartbreakingly sweet romance as these three characters come to terms with their love for one another in such a brief time. This is especially difficult for Hugh as he’s had his heartbroken by a man before, which is why he is so hesitant to open himself up to Riggs. Does this trio find happiness? Or do they go their separate ways – Sybill back to her life as a researcher in Atlanta and Hugh and Riggs resuming their therapeutic roles as cowboys on the ranch? You’ll have to read Pushin’ Buttons to find out and if you’re a fan of MFM ménages, you won’t be disappointed. This book has made it on my reread list and I’m looking forward to Ms. Petrova’s next book in the Boot Knockers series.   
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Sibyll followed her gaze to the door between stage entrance and hallway several feet away. His back was to her and the other dozen women, his shoulders taking up most of the door frame and his white T-shirt molded to a chiseled back. Sibyll outlined his back muscles with her gaze, cutting a path down to a backside hugged by worn denim.
The cowboy pivoted. His face was illuminated by the overhead lights as he talked to the perky Isabel, the ringleader of this insane audition process.
“He has a black eye!” someone whispered.
“From a bar fight? Please let it be from a bar fight!” a woman with a gorgeous head of red hair and thick glasses added.
The cowboy raised his head and stared at the women. Suddenly Sibyll’s muscles tensed to run. She didn’t want to be here, had made the wrong decision. So what if I can’t experience “physical and emotional sensation at the peak of sexual excitation” according to Dictionary.com?
Isabel swooped through the door and pointed at the curvaceous brunette to Sibyll’s right. “You’re next.” Then she returned to the doorway, where she leaned and talked to the cowboy with the black eye.
Dust motes swirled hectically in the lights streaming from the stage. Sibyll tried to follow one with her eyes. Anything to keep from looking directly at that cowboy’s handsome, rugged face.
He was huge—tall and broad and muscled in all the ways that made the knot in Sibyll’s core want to unravel. But it never did.
Maybe if he fights to win me, I could.
He glanced up again, and the group of women tittered. The leggy blonde was led offstage on the arm of a cowboy wearing all black except his shiny silver and turquoise belt buckle.
“Wow, he’s fine. Jenny’s lucky to get him,” the virgin whispered after they passed. They stopped at the door, and the production manager moved to the side so they could pass.
The black-eyed cowboy with the two-day-old dark stubble on his jaw shook hands with both cowboy and contestant.
“You—sexy secretary—you’re next.” The production manager jabbed a finger in Sibyll’s direction.
She looked around herself. A slight girl to her right wore a peasant dress and thong sandals, and the tall, toned girl to her left wore sporty shorts and a T-shirt with an energy drink logo.
“Wh—? Me?” Sibyll pointed to her chest.
“Yep, you.” The production manager whirled back to speak with the cowboy, but he’d strolled through the door and was making his molasses-sweet way across the stage.
He passed the first group of contestants, who froze like a herd of deer in the middle of Highway 495. He dipped his head and positioned a battered brown cowboy hat on it. “Howdy,” he drawled, lips curled in the perfect dose of Southern gentleman and cocky bad-boy.
Feminine sighs sounded in response. Sibyll’s heart thumped as he neared her small group standing nearest to the stage. The closer he got, the more his bulk seemed to take up all the space in the room. Or maybe that was testosterone.
He dropped a wink at the virgin and leaned in to speak to her. “The black eye was nothin’ as glamorous as a kick-ass bar fight. Took a hoof yesterday working with the horses.” He straightened and settled his gaze right on Sibyll.
She stopped breathing as electricity passed between them.
That’s my imagination. I’m so keyed up.
The cowboy cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. Around them, women gawked. Hell, even Isabel the production manager stood with her mouth open, glancing between the huge cowboy and her clipboard.
“Hugh, you’re not filling in today, are you?” Isabel asked.
The man blinked, severing his hold on Sibyll. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not competin’ today. I’m Master of Games as usual.” He pinned Sibyll again with his gaze. Something dark and exciting coiled low in her belly. What if this man did stand up for her?
I’d choose him in a heartbeat.

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Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.
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