Jamie Craig - Writing on the Edge of Erotic Romance

Cowboy Blues

Nothing takes more courage than riding a bull—except maybe falling in love.

Spencer Cole risks his life every night on the backs of the world's most dangerous bulls, and that's the way he likes it. A rising star on the professional rodeo circuit, he is poised to be one of the most elite bull riders in America. Until he sustains a devastating injury—a concussion that brings his future as a bull rider into sharp question, and a torn shoulder that requires major surgery.

Rebecca Rankin’s annual trysts with Spencer Cole are the high point of her Independence Day Celebration, but the timing is never right to seek out more from their relationship. She is not prepared to be thrust into the role of nursemaid for a bitter, angry cowboy. But Spencer doesn't just need a nurse...he needs somebody to show him his life didn't end when his career did...

5 cups from Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance:...a magnificent ride...this story was not only uplifting and full of romance, but it was loaded in expressions and emotions that touch upon the heart. Jamie Craig tells an extraordinary story with vibrant expressions that grab.

4.5 stars from Marc Holiday, Just Erotic Romance Reviews:...The evolution of the relationship in Cowboy Blues was fascinating to watch. The author did not rush to the finish but allowed the characters to bloom and grow into the relationship...Spence lives very much in the moment while Rebecca has put her life on hold for others. They just bring something to each other that you can’t help but envy. You get a sense through the whole that the characters just genuinely like each other.

4 nymphs from Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews:...Jamie Craig is a master at painting a vivid picture of the evolution of a couple’s relationship...If you love new beginnings and hot cowboys, then there is no way you can skip this impressive story.


...He opened the cupboard above the tiny sink and pulled out a deck of cards, kept together with a rubber band. A bottle of tequila, a shaker of salt, and a lime from the narrow fridge followed.

“Know how to play cards?”

She tried not to stare at the tequila. Lonnie would tan her hide if he found out she’d snuck away to go drinking with Spencer Cole. She had never had anything stronger than beer. Did Spencer realize she was only eighteen? Well, she wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. She wouldn’t risk getting kicked out.

Rebecca smiled. “Depends on the game.”

He sat down beside her, leaving enough room between them for the cards, and balanced the bottle and salt on the windowsill above their shoulders. Leaning across the narrow space, he pulled a shot glass from the drawer.

“Five-card stud. Rules are simple. No cards wild, and the loser takes a shot.”

“Sounds good to me.” She held out her hand. “I get to deal.”

Spencer shuffled the deck, the cards fluttering quickly between his fingers. “You don’t trust me?”

“I like to call it, evening the odds.”

“Smart girl,” he said, sliding the deck across the cushion.

Their fingers glanced across each other as she took the deck away. Squaring the cards in her hand, Rebecca quickly dealt the first four cards—an eight to Spencer, a king to her, another eight to him, and then a three to her. Her cards weren’t even the same color, let alone the same suit.

“Crap,” she muttered.

“You could still get lucky.” She set a jack in front of him and a two on top of her three. “Look, all you need is a king, then you’ve got me beat.” She didn’t get her king, but she did get another three. Unfortunately, a pair of threes did not beat three of a kind. He winked at her. “Maybe we should have called deuces wild, huh?”

Rebecca scooped up the cards. “So first shot is mine, I guess.” She began shuffling the deck to hide the trembling in her fingers. “Is this where I admit to never having tequila before?”

“Not once? I guess I better show you the right way to do it.” He took a small pocketknife from his jeans and cut the lime into wedges, careful not to get juice all over the cards. He offered her the first wedge, the rind just an inch from her mouth. “Bite into this.”

Rebecca obediently opened her mouth and bit into the green skin, holding it firmly with her teeth. A little of the juice dribble down her chin. She wiped it away quickly as he opened the bottle and filled the shot glass.

“You watching?”

She nodded and he took her hand, raising her wrist to his mouth. Rebecca stiffened as his tongue darted out and swiped across her pounding pulse, wetting the skin. Spencer sprinkled salt on the damp patch, and licked her again. The first time had taken her by surprise, but the second time he touched her with his tongue, a jolt shot through her body, making her fingers and toes curl. As soon as he pulled away from her, he downed the tequila, then leaned over and captured the lime with his teeth.

Watching and listening to him suck at the pulp made Rebecca’s mouth water. She was pretty sure this wasn’t the traditional way of drinking tequila, but hell if she would stop him from putting his mouth anywhere near her body. He’d been so close when he’d taken the lime she’d smelled the aftershave and drying sweat on his skin. How much more would she smell the next time he did it?

Her heart suddenly took off at a gallop.

Crap. She had to do this now. She had to lick Spencer Cole...