Tough to tame, but not too tough to love…
Charlie Allington is supposed to be on the fast track to the top—a small-town girl who was making it big in her career. Instead, she’s reeling from a scandal that’s pretty much burned all her bridges. Now, out of options, she needs a place to lick her wounds and figure out her future. True, working at a ski resort in rugged Jackson Hole, Wyoming, isn’t her dream job. But if there’s one perk to coming back, it’s a certain sexy hometown boy who knows how to make a girl feel welcome.
Cowboy Walker Pearce never expected a grown-up Charlie to be temptation in tight jeans. She’s smart and successful—way out of league for a man like him. But he’s not about to let that, or his secrets, get in the way of their blazing-hot attraction. Yet when passion turns to something more, will the truth—about both of them—send her out of his life for good…or into his arms forever?
Praise for the novels of USA TODAY bestselling author Victoria Dahl
“Dahl adds her signature hot sex scenes
and quirky characters to this lively mix
of romance in the high country.”
—Booklist on Too Hot to Handle
“Victoria Dahl never fails to bring the heat.”
—RT Book Reviews on Too Hot to Handle
“Hits the emotional high notes. Rising romance star Dahl delivers with this sizzling contemporary romance.”
—Kirkus Reviews on Close Enough to Touch
“A delightful romance between two people
who struggle to discover their own self-worth.”
—RT Book Reviews on Bad Boys Do
“This is one hot romance.”
—RT Book Reviews on Good Girls Don’t
“A hot and funny story about a woman
many of us can relate to.”
—Salon.com on Crazy for Love
“[A] hands-down winner, a sensual story
filled with memorable characters.”
—Booklist on Start Me Up
“Sassy and smokingly sexy,
Talk Me Down is one delicious joyride of a book.”
—New York Times bestselling author Connie Brockway
“Sparkling, special and oh so sexy—Victoria Dahl
is a special treat!”
—New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips
on Talk Me Down
So Tough to Tame
Victoria Dahl
This book is for Jif,
who tries very hard to keep me almost sane.
Contents
RAIN SNAKED DOWN the windshield of his F-150 in lazy rivers as Walker Pearce waited for the stoplight to turn green. Jackson Town Square was deserted, but the light waited for nonexistent tourists to make their way across the street. He hit the windshield wipers, wishing they could wipe the phantom trace of her fingers from his skin, as well. The cab of the truck still smelled like her perfume.
Ignoring the rain, he cracked his window, then pulled forward when the light turned.
It