Today we have the blog tour for Red Hot Rancher by Marie Johnston! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy now! Title: RED HOT RANCHER Author: Marie Johnston Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Full-time fireman and part-time rancher Caleb is living the bachelor’s dream and staying rent-free in his best friend’s place. Too bad it’s because he lost his house to a tornado and his best friend’s sister is the one that got away. At least she doesn’t visit often—the last thing he needs is to show her she was right about him: he’s going nowhere fast. But when her cheating fiancé kicks her out, she has no place to go except her brother’s suddenly too-crowded ranch house.
After a streak of bad decisions, Brigit has to slink back home to nurse her wounds and find a job. To complete her humiliation, there’s no way she can avoid the first love she walked away from years ago—because he’s sleeping on the other side of her wall. At least it’s only a matter of time before she’s gone again. After all, there’s nothing in this town for her but bullies and cow patties…except a fireman in cowboy boots who melts her heart and makes her consider love again. He’s not leaving. She’s not staying. If the reason they can’t be together is so simple, why is it so hard to remember? 
Lobbing the hand towel toward the laundry bin, she turned. Her breath caught.
Whatever she’d thought about a shirtless Caleb didn’t come close to the real thing. He was stopped in the hallway, like he’d seen her crouched in nothing but a towel and gotten glued to the spot. A matching gray towel was slung low over his waist, the rest of his lean body bare. And wow. Defined pecs. Rippling abs she wanted to gaze at as much as she wanted to trace with her tongue. There was nothing relaxed about him. This wasn’t the usual Caleb. Because they were both wearing only a towel. Her gaze flew to his face, but his was stuck on the flare of her hips. His jaw tightened until she thought he’d bust teeth. He finally noticed her looking at him. “Sorry.” He stiffly turned his head, like he’d defaulted to robot mode. “Yeah.” She wasn’t sorry. There wasn’t any more chance she and Caleb would work than there had been ten years ago. Might as well torture herself with what she was missing. That view was worth it. She took a step, her heel hitting a patch that hadn’t completely dried, which had turned into an ice rink for the unwary. The skid of her foot on the ceramic tile was louder than her startled cry. Her biggest worry wasn’t that she’d hurt herself. It was that she’d crash to the ground and lose her towel, or land with her legs splayed in the unsexiest peep show to ever hit Moore, Minnesota. Her other foot hit with a thud and she caught herself. The pounding of her heart clogged her throat and she put a hand to her chest. Caleb was at her side, a sexy safety net she would’ve gratefully fallen into. “Are you all right?” His hot hand was on her elbow. He was only inches away from her. “You move fast.” She blinked and tried to lift her gaze to his face, but it was glued to the way his muscles flowed from his shoulders to his chest. He dropped his voice. “Not when it counts, honey.” He’d meant it as a joke, she knew that. But the timbre of his drawl and the proximity of his nearly naked body belied the humor. She couldn’t get past her raw need. How did the adult Caleb feel? Would he still like when she nibbled along his jawline to his earlobe? Would he groan every time she stroked his length? She swallowed hard. Somehow, he’d crowded closer. Or had she drawn nearer? Who cared? “Bridge.” His voice matched the raging hormones inside of hers, the ones demanding answers to her questions. She lifted her chin and kissed the corner of his mouth and pulled back only slightly. “Caleb.” “We shouldn’t—” “I know.” She planted her lips on his.
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