Love Profound

By: Kelly Elliott

A Note to Readers

Love Profound is book two in the Cowboys and Angels series. The books in this series are not stand-alone books. Stories intertwine between books and continued to grow within each book. If you have picked up this book and have not read Lost Love, I strongly suggest that you read them in order.

For a list of characters in the series as well as other fun extras, please visit the series website:

Early March

I stared at my computer screen with a goofy smile on my face. “Come on, April. I’m on a deadline, sweetie. I need you to push that calf on out.”

“Who are you talking to?”

I glanced over my shoulder as my smile grew bigger. “April.”

My brother, Mitchell, rolled his eyes. “The giraffe?”

With a chuckle, I replied, “The one and only. Come on, tell me you’re not the least bit curious about her.”

“I’m not the least bit curious about her.”

I huffed, turning back to my laptop. I was on a deadline with this book and the last thing I really needed to be doing was staring at the ass of a giraffe.

“Where is everyone?” Mitchell asked.

“Well, Steed and Paxton are on their honeymoon, in case your forgot, and Mom and Dad took Chloe out for a ride.”

My older brother sat down in the chair, sighing. “I knew about Steed and Paxton, smart ass. I meant Mom, Dad, and Chloe.”

“Are you off work today? What brings you by?”

“I’ve got the week off,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows. “And that’s why you’re here pouting?”

He frowned. “I’m not pouting.”

“You’re pouting.”

“I’m bored. I thought taking spring break off was a good idea, but I’m too used to working.”

“Want to come to New York with me? I leave tomorrow morning to hang out with Waylynn. Sister bonding trip and all.”

His eyes lit up. “New York, huh?”

With an evil grin, I added, “We can get drunk and have fun. By fun, I mean have meaningless sex with good-looking, rich people.”

Mitchell laughed. “Damn, I don’t think I like the sound of my baby sister talking about fucking people.”

“I said meaningless sex. I didn’t say fucking.”

His head pulled back in surprise. “Meli, isn’t that the same thing?”

“No. When you say fucking it sounds vulgar. When I say have meaningless sex, it doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It’s fucking, no matter how you spin it.”

I let out a long groan. “Fine. You could go to New York and fuck a bunch of new women whom you haven’t already fucked in the back of your truck before breaking their hearts when they quickly realized the only thing they’re getting from you is your dick, and only long enough for them to call out your name a few times.”

His brows rose. “Holy shit, do you always talk so filthy?”

My jaw fell while I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now?”

He shook his head. “Dad would wash your mouth out with soap if he heard his little angel talking that way.”

With a chuckle, I shook my head. “Well, Dad would want to do a lot more to me if he knew all the things I’ve done. How do you think I write such hot sex? It’s called on-the-job training.” Flashing him another evil smile, I winked. “Matter of fact, your friend Rodney might have taught me a new position or two.”

Mitchell’s face turned red. He stood, nearly knocking over the barstool he was sitting on. “I’ll fucking rip his dick off if he touched you.”

I grinned. “He did a lot more than touch, big brother.” Leaning back, I grabbed the table and started a pretend orgasm.

Balling his fists, Mitchell’s eyes nearly popped out of his head while he paced. “I’ll kill him. No. I’ll lose my job if I kill him. I need to find someone who will kill him. But make him hurt first…for a long time.”

With a roar of laughter, I got up and walked over to him. “Mitchell, do you honestly think one of your friends would ever touch me? Hell, half the guys in this town are afraid to even look at me, let alone sleep with me. Oh, wait, as you put it…fuck me.”