Every Drummer Needs a Cowboy

Every Drummer Needs a Cowboy

Howdy! I’m Randi Alexander. It’s a thrill to be part of this anthology. I write cowboy and cowgirl erotic romances, and I have four books published besides Cowboy Lust.

I’m a drummer, and I used to love sitting behind my drumset watching the dancers. Every once in a while, there was a really hot guy, sometimes a cowboy, dancing and catching my eye.

I loved imagining what would happen if he was thinking lustful thoughts of me, too. Wondered what would happen if I bumped into him at the bar when I went to get my water glass refilled. Would he start talking to me? Would he make a move?

In Banging the Cowboy, I live out my fantasy with one of the hottest cowboys I’ve ever written, Rafe McCord. Here’s the book blurb and a tiny excerpt to tempt you.


Blurb: Every Saturday for a year, Annie Paris has lusted after Rafe McCord from behind her drumset on stage at the honky tonk. The Big Cowboy, they call him, and rumors say he likes it rough in the bedroom. The thought of banging him makes Annie’s pussy tingle and cream.

But Rafe is a one-night-stand kind of guy, and Annie couldn’t handle seeing him every Saturday, knowing she’d already had her one night with him. That there’d be no more.

Tonight, something’s different. Rafe doesn’t leave with a woman. And he’s been staring at Annie since he came in the door. At closing time, he sets his longneck on the bar, and swaggers toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his smile pure sexual invitation. Annie’s slit contracts and her nipples harden. Oh, God, if he asks her to his house for a rough ride on his big, hard cock, where would she find the strength to say “no”?


Excerpt: Annie grabbed her water glass and headed to the bar for a refill, but the thirsty crowd was three-deep tonight. The only opening was the server’s station, where Rafe had planted himself in his usual place to the left of it.

Her steps slowed as she caught his gaze. Had he been watching her the whole time? Pasting on a smile, she stepped up to the open spot. “Hey, Rafe.” They’d talked a number of times in the last year, when her band played here the second weekend of every month.

The sexual tension had always been thick between them, but tonight, it was downright palpable, setting her knees to wobbling and her core to quivering.

“Evenin’ Miss Annie,” he drawled and touched the brim of his hat. That smoky voice sent heat to places between her thighs that had no business responding to him. She didn’t look down, but she knew her tingling nipples were hard and jutting, obvious for everyone to see through her lacy bra and pink silk tank top. Obvious for Rafe to see.

As the bartender refilled her glass with ice and water, she looked at Rafe and let herself drift away under the spell of his beautiful dark brown eyes. Nine months ago she was sure she was falling in love with him, after having flirted a dozen or so times. And she’d been confused as to why he never asked her out.

Then one night she found out why.

Belly up to the bar and say hi to Rafe!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Find all my books at RandiAlexander.com
Cowboy Lust is available now in paperback and for pre-order in Kindle format at Amazon

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