At six-foot-six and two hundred-fifty pounds, T-Rex Beaumont covers the ground he walks on and men step aside when he passes by. Raised in an abusive family, T is convinced he’s inherited his father’s dangerous temper. He’s resigned himself to being alone, so afraid he’ll hurt someone he loves…until his world is turned upside down by a woman who won’t take no for an answer.
Glory Bee Hudson has her own set of issues. She’s a wanderer, a modern-day Gypsy who has made a habit of trying to outrun the things that threaten to conquer her. Childhood leukemia. An uncaring family. A heart that isn’t nearly as strong as her spirit. But no matter how hard she tries, Glory can’t escape her uncertain future.
When these two meet, sparks fly. T sees a temptation he must resist and Glory sees a man who doesn’t know his own appeal. Determined to convince him he’s worthy of love, she pursues T with unrelenting fervor. After being hit by Hurricane Glory, he succumbs, unable to resist her beauty, sweet sexiness, and joy of life. Both agree their liaison is temporary. Neither see love and a future in their stars.
But fate has another idea. The impossible occurs. Love finds a way to give them exactly what they need – each other.
*Content Warning–this book contains adult language and sexual situations. It’s intended for audiences 18+ ONLY*
There was something comforting about a woman in his kitchen, and he couldn’t deny he loved to watch her move. She was a sexy little thing. But when he turned his back to her…he nearly jumped out of his skin when she popped him on the butt with a spatula.
“Hey!” Whirling around, he was surprised to see her grinning at him, armed with a plastic egg turner. “What did you do that for?”
“I think you need to loosen up a little.” She danced around, reached behind him and popped him on the butt again.
“Oh, you want to play?” He grabbed a dishcloth and wound it up, letting it go, and grinning when she yelped as the end of it whipped against her breast. “Paybacks aren’t so fun, are they?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “They can be.” She took her spatula and ran the end of it up his fly, skating over the full length of his cock, then pulled it back and slapped playfully at his crotch.
“Oh, you want to play rough?” He wound up his dishcloth and popped her again, this time right over her mound.
“Yea, I want to play rough.” She sidled up to him and gave his erection a little squeeze. “If you think you can handle it.”
This side of Glory was such a surprise. He’d known she was playful, but this was as erotic as hell. “Oh, I can handle you, no doubt about it.”
“I’m not sure you can.” She threw her spatula in the sink. “I’m a bad girl. I need a spanking.” Ever since they’d teased about a spanking the other day, it was all she could think about. “And you know what?”
Her chest was heaving with excitement and T watched her, completely mesmerized. “Go on.”
She ran her hands beneath her hair, raising it off her neck. The movement pushed her breasts out toward him, the cleavage he could see through the undone top buttons of her blouse teased his eyes. “More than a spanking I need some good loving. Can you give me what I need? Can you deliver, T?”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.
Rarely will you find Ryan O’Leary in a state of rest; if he’s not on the ice or kicking around a soccer ball, he’s plotting his next story or out on the town with friends. His fun and flirty nature makes it possible for him to write the kind of romance that makes the reader both smile and tingle.
Jasmine Grey is an up and coming country rock star, just completing a successful tour opening for a top country rock group. If only her bass player, Cobra, would leave her alone. When he attacks her the last night of the tour she is so shaken she retreats from everything and buys a home in the Texas Hill Country. She is still spooked, however, by memories of Cobra and his vows of vengeance. Her cousin, Libby McCoy, Aron’s wife, insists she needs protection. Enter Caleb Branam, former Delta Force now an agent for The Omega Team.
Caleb took himself off the active roster after a hostage rescue went wrong and members of his team were killed, but Aron manages to persuade him to take on the job of Jasmine’s bodyguard. As the days go by and she is writing music for her new album, the attraction between them grows more and more intense. When she returns to the road and Cobra begins his campaign of harassment, it will be up to Caleb to stop it for good and for both of them to realize what they feel for each other is the real deal. But will they be able to?
“I have unusual hearing. I had to strain a little, but it was nice listening to you.”
“Careful, Caleb.” She giggled. “I think you just gave me a compliment.”
He almost got that closed-up look on his face again. Almost.
“I can say nice things when the moment arises.”
“Yes, you can.” In fact, his compliment made her feel positively giddy. “And thank you very much.” Then something he said clicked in her brain. “Have you been listening to my other music?”
He dropped his gaze to his plate. “I might have downloaded a track or two,” he mumbled.
“Why, Caleb Branam. Thank you so much. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” He bit into his hamburger, killing any further exchange of words.
Jasmine swallowed her smile and dug into her hamburger. By the time they finished eating and he’d had one beer to her two, she was a little mellow but still excited. She could feel it in her blood. These songs were good. Maybe the best she’d ever done. She couldn’t wait until they hit the studio tomorrow and she heard the guys play the tunes.
On the way home, she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and hummed the tune she’d just finished that afternoon. She couldn’t wait to get into rehearsals tomorrow. She was so busy thinking about it all she didn’t realize they’d pulled into her driveway until the truck stopped.
“Oh!” She opened her eyes. “We’re here.”
“Yep. Have nice snooze?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she denied. “I was just imagining my music.”
“Okay. Let’s imagine it inside.”
In the house, she dropped her keys on the counter, put her purse next to them, and whirled around with her arms in the air. She was just so jazzed, just as she always was when she completed new songs. She wished she could soar through the air. She paid little attention to her actions until she lost her balance and stumbled into Caleb. He wrapped his arms around her to catch her, and every pulse point in her body began to thunder like a herd of elephants.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself and found herself staring into dark eyes that seemed to see right inside her. He cupped his palm to her head to hold it steady and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were cool and firm, yet, at the contact, heat flooded her body. The tip of his tongue traced the closed seam of her mouth, and when he added pressure, she opened for him without thinking.
And practically detonated right there. His tongue scorched the inside of her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Everything faded away, leaving only the two of them and a kiss that trumped any she had ever had in her life. It went on and on, stealing her breath and making her nipples harden and her pussy tingle. She held on for dear life as the world spun around her.
Then, with the same suddenness, he broke the contact and lowered her to her feet. She stared at him through glazed eyes, trying to make her brain function again.
“What is the right word.” He took two steps back, putting distance between them. “I’m sorry. That was a mistake”
Jasmine licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering there as she struggled to get her breathing under control. “It didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”
Shut up, Jasmine. You know it was a mistake. Wrong guy, wrong time.
“Trust me, it is.” He had rearranged his features into his perfected expressionless mask again.
“Listen,” he interrupted. “There is no but. I haven’t kissed anyone in more than a year, and this is not the place to start.” He took another step backward. “This can’t happen. We have a business arrangement requiring my entire focus. And the last thing I need in my life is some kind of entanglement here.”
Known the world over as the oldest living author of erotic romance, and referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)
Returning to his hometown to sell his hated father’s ranch, the last thing Andrew Grant expects to find on his first day in town is a reason to stay. But there she is, Melissa Divine. The girl he loved all those years ago.
But Melissa has changed since those innocent days. She’s just escaped from a hellish marriage and wants nothing to do with any man. Especially not this big, burly alpha biker who reminds her of her ex.
Can this former SEAL change her mind before his time runs out?
It was the grin that did her in. Warm, gentle, understanding.
It was that grin that washed away her reluctance.
He was the man she chose. He was the man her heart and soul told her she wanted.
Could she be wrong?
There was that risk in every decision in every day of living.
There was no shame in the fear.
Running from it was the weakness.
She did not run.
She took a step toward him. And another. She went up on her tiptoes, cupped his nape in her trembling hand, and she kissed him.
His lips were mobile beneath hers and warm, but he made no other move. She had to take his hand and set it on her hip before he touched her. But once she had issued that subtle invitation, he didn’t require more.
He turned her around and braced her against the kitchen counter and deepened the kiss, sending glory and delight through her body. She reveled in the sensation of his mouth trailing hotly over her cheek and down to the crook of her neck, where he nibbled at the sensitive skin there.
Ribbons of pleasure skittered over her nerves and she pressed against him, trying desperately to get closer. His scent surrounded her, filling her nostrils, dizzying her mind. Filling her with an irresistible urge to taste him as well.
Madly, voraciously, they ate at each other, licking, lapping, nipping all exposed skin and then, in a frenetic rush, exposing more. In her frenzy, she popped the buttons off his shirt. They skittered all over the floor, but neither of them noticed or cared. They also ignored the dogs’ amusement with the new toys.
As buttons and toenails clattered on the linoleum, Andrew murmured something unintelligible and walked her backwards into the room off the kitchen.
Thank God the room was off the kitchen.
She didn’t think she had the wherewithal to make it up the stairs.
Her body was afire, liquid and languid—as though an angry volcano bubbled at her core.
Andrew seemed equally shaken. His hands shook as he removed her blouse. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, as he stared at her breasts, cupped in nothing but lace.
“God,” he sighed. “God.” Then he whipped around and kicked the door closed with his boot.
She laughed. “Why did you do that?”
“The dogs sleep with me sometimes. At the moment I’d prefer they not join us.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & steamy to scorching romance.
Lola’s life is filled with mysteries. Why did her parents abandon her as a baby? What’s behind the baffling blackouts she suffers and the frightening images she creates while she’s out? Who is the strange woman claiming to hold the answers – and why does she say Lola has a life or death mission to perform?
Morgan has a few mysteries of his own. What was his father going to give him on the day he died, the gift he said would change Morgan’s life? Who is this bewitching woman who passes out upon meeting him and creates pictures of his past and future?
And was she really sent to save his life or is she in need of psychiatric help?
All they both know is that from the moment they meet a bond is formed and it is stronger and more passionate than anything either has ever known. And that fate has brought them together for a very important reason.
If only they knew what it was..
Chris slid off his stool, signaling to the bartender to bring his beer to a booth across from the door. He and Morgan claimed the booth. He propped his elbows on the table. “So give. What’s up?”
Morgan sighed and slumped against the wooden back of the booth, his fingers twirling the untouched bottle of beer. “Today’s my dad’s birthday.”
“How long’s he been dead?” Chris asked.
“Since my twelfth birthday,” Morgan replied, feeling a twinge of anxiety talking about it.
“Fuck, man, he died on your birthday? That sucks. What happened? Heart attack?”
“He died trying to save a baby from a wrecked camper.”
Chris looked away, clearly uncomfortable at the sudden welling of tears in Morgan’s eyes. Morgan swiped his hand over his face and pushed himself up straight. No way was he going to blubber in a bar in front of his friend.
“He was a hero,” Chris said quietly.
Morgan nodded. Maybe he was. Only he hadn’t saved anyone. Not only had he died with the baby in his arms, the mother had died as well. So in the end, he’d given his life for nothing. Morgan supposed that was what cut so deep. If either of the people had lived then at least his father’s heroics would have been for something. As it was, it was a waste of a life, leaving Morgan’s mother without a husband and him without a father.
And, Morgan suspected, leaving him with something he’d never known how to deal with. Three days after his father’s death, something had happened to Morgan. Something he could not explain, or understand. And something that still scared him.
“Well, hey now.” Chris’ voice drew his attention away from his own fears and demons. Chris nodded in the direction of the door. “Isn’t that Kelly?”
Morgan cut his eyes over at the door. It looked like the same woman, but he wasn’t sure. He guessed she hadn’t made that big of an impression on him. Certainly not as big as the one she’d made on Chris.
She looked up and caught him and Chris watching. “Oops,” Chris mumbled and threw up his hand in greeting with a welcoming smile.
Morgan nodded but made no move to invite her and her friend, who stood behind her blocked from sight, over to their booth. He didn’t have to. Chris was already on his feet headed in their direction.
With a curse, Morgan pushed the beer away from him, looking in the direction Chris had gone. Chris had one hand on the Kelly’s arm at the elbow, leading her toward their booth. The second woman trailed behind.
“Hey, look who I found,” Chris announced. “Kelly, you remember Morgan?”
“Yeah, hey, Morgan.” Kelly’s greeting was not all that warm. That didn’t surprise Morgan. He had said he’d call her.
“Have a seat,” Chris offered and slid in across from Morgan.
Kelly looked from him to Morgan, and then slid in beside Chris. Morgan slid over as the second woman stepped closer. He looked up and suddenly the lights dimmed. Or his vision dimmed. Something dimmed because his peripheral vision vanished. It was like looking through a tunnel. And dead in the center of that tunnel was a set of eyes from a dream.
He nearly stopped breathing. It wasn’t possible. Images flooded his mind, blinding him to reality.
She stood before the opened window, the wind blowing the flimsy fabric of her unfastened robe so that it swirled around her like light. Backlit by the moonlight from the window, she was but a silhouette of womanly curves and billowing long hair.
Slowly, she walked toward him. She stopped at the edge of the bed. He could make out her eyes, saw desire shining in their depths. His heart beat faster and his breath quickened. His dick swelled to full erection beneath the sheet.
“I’m here for you,” she whispered.
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“Whatever you want it to,” she replied and sat on the bed beside him, running her hand down his sheet-covered body to his erection. “Do you want me, Morgan?”
“Then take me.”
He pulled her down to him, her long hair creating a sweet fragrant tent around their faces as her lips met his. Her taste was sweet, intoxicating. His tongue plundered her mouth, his teeth nipped at her tongue, captured her full lower lip to bite softly.
She moaned and climbed atop him. He could feel the wet heat of her sex through the sheet. It was a delicious torment, feeling her grind on him, unable to sink into her. The kiss was unending. At first passive, she became the aggressor, exploring his mouth, tasting him.
He flipped her over on her back and suddenly her face was visible to him, framed by the dark halo of her silky hair. With the light slanting across her, he beheld her beauty.
“I want you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Please.”
No further encouragement was needed. Ripping the sheet away, he parted her legs, gripping her behind each knee to spread her. She moaned as he penetrated her in one slow stroke and one of her hands worked its way down her body. Her fingers worked at the bud of her clit as he watched in lascivious fascination, pumping into her stronger and harder.
The onset of a climax threatened. He tried to slow, but she wouldn’t let him. She bucked up against him. “More, give me more.”
Reality abruptly returned when Kelly’s friend shrugged out of her jacket, turning her head to look at him as she tossed it across the back of the booth. Her face drained of color and the next thing he knew, her eyes rolled back, she went limp and hit the floor.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Happily-ever-after is something Ciana believes in with her whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there’s bound to be some perils along the way but in the end love should win. She tries to take that attitude into her writing and thinks that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is.
Along with books.
She loves to hear from readers and the most important thing she thinks she can ever say is – “thank you. To every reader who has spent his or her hard-earned reading dollars on a Ciana Stone book, thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
CEO Vanessa Lockhart has had her fill of controlling men. So when she decides to take a few days off in the Lone Star State to kick up her booted heels with a little shopping and a night on the town, she doesn’t count on meeting Carson, getting ruthlessly kissed, or ending up in bed with the cute cowboy. A two-day Texas fling? Why not? A girl only lives once. After all, she’ll have something for her memoirs—until she goes back to work in Nevada to meet her new CFO…and in walks her Texas cowboy. Vanessa’s divorcing one man and doesn’t need another—too bad Carson has other ideas.
Carson Cutes didn’t plan to pick up Vanessa at the bar or spend two fun days and two hotter nights with the beauty. But it isn’t an issue since she blows out of town without a goodbye. When his godfather asks for help with his new hotel venture—he never expected to end up in Las Vegas or for the CEO to be the one woman he can’t get out of his mind. What’s a cowboy to do? He doesn’t believe in love at first sight—but now has doubts. How can he convince a girl under neon lights that she holds his Texan heart?
Carson woke to a slight heaviness around his waist and the faint scent of expensive perfume blending with sweat. Sun peered in through the window and his brain kicked into thought process.
The weight around him was a tanned slender arm.
He glanced down to the toss of dark ringlets against the pillow case and the woman he’d shared hours of hot, incredible sex with wearing his button down shirt. She lifted her head and met his gaze. Her lashes were naturally long and her eyes so dark, he swore he could get lost in them. His stomach fluttered from the sweet smile dusted across her full lips.
“Good morning,” he whispered.
“I thought you’d be gone.” Surprise registered on her pretty face.
“I probably should’ve, considering I should be back at work.” He tightened his hold at her waist. “I have to admit I’m pretty comfortable right where I am.”
She giggled softly. “You realize that’s not very one night stand of you.”
In all his years, Carson had never stayed the night with a woman he had no intentions seeing again. Then again, unlike his cousin Dillon who was notorious for one night stands and two week relationships, one night stands weren’t something Carson normally participated in—he was too busy working. His grin broadened and he lifted his brows.
“True. So since we’ve established that, would you consider me taking you to breakfast?”
She went to open her mouth to answer when a loud ringing filled the room and echoed around them. “Hold that thought,” she whispered.
Vanessa slipped from underneath the covers and climbed out of bed. She glanced at her wearing his denim shirt then around the room before walking over to the three drawer dresser which sat along one wall. Her fingers reached for the silver phone on the smooth oak top and glanced at the number.
“Oh, God,” she whispered then rolled her eyes and swiped a finger across the screen of her phone. “Good morning, Antoine.”
Out of everything he’d learned about her last night, ironically he’d never asked if she was married or involved with anyone. Considering his past, and his dreadful mistake with Sheila it should have been one of the first things he asked. However, her lack of ring and…
“I was just getting out of bed.” She told the man on the other end of the phone. “Why are you calling so early?” There was a momentary pause and again she rolled her eyes. “I should have known Hailey and Arianna were behind this.” A heavy sigh escaped her and she glanced over to where Carson had sat up in bed. “What do you mean you booked me the works?” An unhappy expression worked across her features. “Antoine I have better things to do then to park my ass at the spa for the day, I should be—”
Her expression shifted from unhappy to defeat. So many questions ran through Carson’s mind—the big one being if she was involved with someone. He wanted to believe she wasn’t but doubt filled his mind. One of the reasons he rarely dated—he didn’t trust his judgment where women were concerned.
“What the hell happened to David?” Panic coated each and every syllable, her long lashes blinked before her eyes widened.
He never even bothered to find out if she had kids. What did it matter? This was a one night stand, well an extended one at least.
Vanessa groaned and covered her face with her hand. “Well its David’s own fault. He knows Shakespeare hangs out on the bookcase and tosses books. He didn’t get a concussion did he?” Again, she sighed heavy. “Usually, Mischief takes care of the plants, I’m surprised Shakespeare got his plump rump up that high.” She shook her head. “Listen, give my love to everyone, and tell our fearless leader I’m relaxing and enjoying my vacation time, hell, tell him whatever you want so he doesn’t end up calling my cell phone and giving me one of his hour long lectures.”
Carson couldn’t help but wonder if he’d overstayed, yet a small part of him, knew that he hadn’t. He tossed back the covers and decided now was as good of time as any to get dressed.
“Yes, I will be there for eleven and I love you too.” She ended the call and her shoulders sagged as Carson did up the front of his jeans.
He wasn’t sure what to say, so started with the obvious. “Is everything okay?”
She nodded rather unconvincingly that it was. “That was my overly flamboyant personal assistant on the phone, letting me know about my all day spa session. Apparently, my boss, who is a good man with a good heart, though eccentric at best, insisted I be pampered.”
Not her husband.
“And he informed me that David, one of my colleagues and friends who is staying with my kids while I’m away got knocked out by Shakespeare knocking a plant pot off the bookcase and hitting him in the head with it.”
Kids, as in plural.
He ended up with more questions running through his mind. “How many kids do you have?”
Her head tilted to the side and a quizzical expression crossed her face. “Oh, technically none.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Persnickety I got from a rescue charity that was having adoptions outside the food store one day when I went in to do groceries. She had been in foster care for six months and didn’t get adopted because she doesn’t show well, due to being shy. Mischief, I got shortly after I moved into my condo because I was busy with work and didn’t want persnickety to be lonely while I put in long hours at my job. Shakespeare, he loves napping on my bookcase and shortly after I moved into my condo, my neighbors moved out and left him behind. I figured I already had two fur babies what was one more.”
Fur babies? Not actually children. Interesting.
“So here I am, not even thirty-five, live by myself and I’m already becoming a crazy cat lady.”
His mouth dropped open as he absorbed the new information. The more he got to know her, the more he found himself curious about her and liked her—a lot. “Before your phone rang I asked if you wanted to go to breakfast. Would you still be interested?”
She giggled and nodded. “I’d really enjoy that, especially since you know I’m a cat lady in the making and it hasn’t scared you off.”
He grinned broadly. “I’m used to cats, and my younger sister Gloria has a pet pig named Bacon Bits, who actually thinks he’s a dog—so I’m used to strange.”
“Me too—if you only knew my friends.”
“I’m guessing the Hailey and Arianna you mentioned to your assistant?”
“Yeah,” she paused and studied him a minute. “It’s nice you paid attention.” There was something in her tone he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he knew her words to be sincere.”
He thought a moment and glanced out the window to the Texas sky then turned back and met her gaze. “So an all day spa appointment, I’m guessing you will be staying another night?”
“Yes,” she replied with a smile.
“I have a couple things I need to do, but would like to see if you will keep me company later on tonight for dinner.”
Vanessa threw her head back and laughed. “We haven’t had breakfast yet, are you sure you want to invite me to dinner?”
“I do, in fact, I’ll take whatever time I can spend with you.” He shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants, and right now you’re what I want.”
Her surprise wasn’t hard to miss and she pursed her full lips. “Well, since you put it like that, what did you have in mind for breakfast?”
Be a gentleman. A voice warned in his head. And don’t say you.
“Funny you should ask.” ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.
Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side.
When Cole Stevens travels from Montana to Texas to close a business deal with his old friend, Heath McCoy, he never expects to close in on a relationship, too. But with one brief moment of contact in the airport with a pretty young woman carrying a guitar, his heart starts to unravel.
Sarah McClendon, fresh out of the gate after landing the runner-up spot on American Star, is touted as the up-and-coming country music star of the year. When she tangles with her manager at the Highlands Ranch annual barbecue, Cole steps up to the plate to protect her from the smarmy, poor excuse of a human being.
But it’s just a weekend right? Cole will be back home on the ranch in Montana come Monday, and Sarah has a career to get off the ground. Can a love-at-first-sight weekend turn into the happily-ever-after neither of them are sure they even want?
Sarah woke in the same position in which she went to sleep—with her cheek resting against Cole’s chest, and his arms wrapped snug around her. Not sure how long they had lain there together, she knew it wasn’t long enough. At least for her. She could lay in his arms forever and not complain.
But how was he feeling about all this?
She’d barged into his room like she’d owned the place and never stopped to think that perhaps he had plans. He had just showered—obviously—his skin dewy soft and damp, contradicting the hard plane of his chest, tempting her. The towel wrapped sloppily around his thin hips.
She’d wanted to run away and bury herself in his arms, all at the same time.
But God, what she really wanted was for him to bury himself in her.
Her thoughts shot back to him standing there in the room wearing nothing but a towel. Even in her frantic state of mind, she’d noticed that he was one fine-looking specimen of cowboy. His chest was hard, his stomach flat, with pretty much a six-pack instead of a belly. She liked that. What she’d wished, that she’d been brave enough to slip her hands down under that towel and slide them over his hips to see what else was underneath.
My. She was getting wet just thinking about it.
Cole stirred, and his knee pushed between her thighs. Damn. A little higher and she could almost rub herself up against him nicely and…
Stop it, Sarah. He doesn’t even think of you in that way.
Of course he does. Right?
Her mind drifted back to him in the towel. He’d held her close, and she had felt something then, hadn’t she? Something hard against her lower belly—something hot and yeah…he definitely wanted her.
She smiled against his chest.
But had he planned to simply go to bed—or was he headed out for some nightlife, or perhaps down to the patio to socialize with the others? Maybe that raging hard-on she felt wasn’t even for her. Maybe he had some other chick in the wings.
He’d said he was turning in, but maybe he was just being nice. If he’d had plans, she had definitely stalled them—or had she?
To say she was confused was an understatement. How could she feel so wonderful, so darned quick, with him? She barely knew him, and yet, she was lying in bed with him now, wrapped up into his sinful body, like a human burrito.
This couldn’t happen now. As much as she liked him playing the white knight role, she knew he couldn’t be the one to save her—not from Max and perhaps, from herself. She was naive, a hayseed country girl, as her manager had said. She had no business sense. Heck, six months ago she was waiting tables at a diner in Sturgis, waiting to be discovered.
Then came American Star, and the discovering began. And now here she was—in a pickle of a mess, with no easy way out. At least as far as she could see. And in Cole Steven’s bed. As much as she loved the idea of that, she knew she needed to get a grip on herself and woman-up to face the situation at hand. She should have left this room last night. She shouldn’t even have come in the first place. She shouldn’t have forced herself on him.
Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t.
But she did.
And he’d insisted that she stay. With him. Right? So it didn’t sound like he was bothered by the fact he was stuck with her for the evening.
Darn it. She sure hoped he didn’t feel stuck.
Sarah shifted and sighed, snuggling in closer. She would enjoy this for a long as she had it. They really only had the weekend, didn’t they? She wasn’t going to expect anything else. But dammit, there was no reason why she couldn’t let her hair down for a couple of days. Right?
But she didn’t want to send him the wrong message. Did she?
And what would be the wrong message?
She hated one-night stands. She’d heard how her brothers talked about the women they’d hooked up with for a night, and she definitely didn’t want to be one of those women. But this didn’t feel like that, did it? Even though she wanted him to screw her brains out?
Geez. This man-woman thing could be so darned complicated, at times.
But the complication dissolved when Cole cinched his arms around her a little tighter. Something about the way he tucked her up into his long body, like he was claiming her—leg thrown over hers now, and everything—made her feel warm and secure and happy.
And still a mite confused.
In fact, if she let herself, she might bubble over with the thought of how happy she felt when she was around him—while she was running down the hallway of this huge house screaming in fear of the unknown.
But he was awful nice. A great guy, it seemed. Kind, considerate, protective. Sexy. Hell yeah. Sexy… A gentleman. In her extremely limited experience being around him, that is….
Cole was different from most men she knew.
“Such a gentleman,” she whispered.
After a moment, he returned sleepily. “I sure hope so.”
“Barely. Don’t move, please.”
“No chance.” She nuzzled against him with her cheek and snaked her arm around his waist to hug him. “I’m glad you’re a gentleman.”
He sighed. “If you knew the thoughts rolling through my head right now, you might not think I’m much of a gentleman….”
He shifted and scooted back a little, and grinning, Sarah lifted her face to look into his. He smiled back and kissed the end of her nose. “You’re safe with me, Sarah McClendon. I have no plans to seduce you this morning.”
This morning? What about later?
“Rain check?” Sarah mentally slapped herself upside the head. What was she thinking? A small thrill raced up through her and she felt the corner of her mouth tip up. Oh my.
He cocked a brow. “Well…”
Her cheeks grew warm. “Well I suppose I’m disappointed,” she said, teasingly.
Cole jerked his head back and laughed. “You, little lady, don’t want to go there. Not right now.”
Sarah jutted out her lower lip.
Cole groaned. “Seriously Sarah. I had no idea you were such a tease and as much as I love that…” He perched himself up on one elbow and washed a hand over his face. “As much as I love a tease, don’t be offended if I don’t deliver.”
Sarah sat up. “There you go again,” she said. “Ever the gentleman.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he continued, touching her cheek and peering into her eyes. “I don’t know how to be any other way. My dad was a good, hardworking, honest man, and I try to live up to who he was, every single day. I lost him way too early, but I’ve never forgotten how he treated people—and especially women—and how he treated me.”
“I imagine you are a lot like him then.”
He nodded. “I strive to be.”
“Ummm.” She stretched a little. “I don’t know you very well but I do know that you are a good man. I trust you.”
Cole palmed her face in his big hand. She looked into his eyes and watched his gaze play over her. “Sarah,” he began, “You’re right. We don’t know each other very well…”
“And yet,” she added, “here we are in bed together.” She giggled. She liked talking with him and giggling and teasing while they were in bed. It sure beat the heck out of how she was feeling last night. And it sure did counter her confused thoughts from a few minutes ago.
She was being intentionally flirty, and she should stop.
“I know. I’m sorry. I should have slept in the chair. But…”
“No you shouldn’t. You slept right where I needed you to be.” She paused and searched his face. “Cole, I needed you, and you were here. That means a lot.”
“Sarah, I am right where I needed to be.” He briefly closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened them again. “I never want to take advantage of you. I don’t want to move too fast. I don’t want this to be the only weekend we have together. I…”
She put a finger on his lips. “Cole, stop.”
“For just one moment, stop being such a damn gentleman.”
He blinked. “What?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maddie James writes romance – but don’t try to pin her down to one genre! From edgy suspense to flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles, she just wants to silence the people in her head.
She is the bestselling author of forty-two romance titles published worldwide in at least seven languages. Available in eBook, trade paperback and audio, her titles span the romance genre from contemporary to paranormal romance. Winner of the Calico Trails Cameo Award, and the Romance Book Scene’s Best Novella of the Year award, Maddie has enjoyed numerous Top Pick and 5-star reviews, and has been listed as a Top 100 Contemporary Romance author at Amazon. Affaire de Coeur says, “James shows a special talent for traditional romance,” and RT Book Reviews claims, “James deftly combines romance and suspense, so hop on for an exhilarating ride.” Amazon | Facebook | Website | Twitter
Rodney Regent works hard running the family ranch, and it shows in every rock-hard muscle on his body. Known for his jaw-dropping smile, he has captured the hearts of women, young and old,
all over the small Texas town he calls home. Rodney is single and loving it, until he sees a photograph that grabs his heart and won’t let go. As his luck would have it, the one woman he has always wanted is engaged to someone else. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t forget her.
Then the news comes that Joseph and Cady McCoy will visit Regent Ranch. The change they bring with them includes more than just Cady’s magic touch, it brings the woman of Rodney’s dreams to his doorstep.
Lola Maie woke to Rodney moving fast out of bed. “Get dressed. Someone’s outside.” His voice was low and firm. It was no doubt a command, which she followed immediately trusting him completely.
A multitude of lights moved across the long windows lining his bedroom. People were outside. A lot of them.
Then she heard it.
It was a low thumping, something she felt in her sternum before it registered in her ears. Lola Maie’s eyes went wide as she recognized the rapidly growing sound of a helicopter.
Rodney pulled on a pair of jeans laying over chair. In the moving shadows of flashlights racing back and forth, he looked enormous. His broad shoulders, silhouetted against the shocking white of the helicopters eye, seemed six feet wide. Rushing toward her, he all but lifted her off her feet, tucking the bed sheet around her as he swept her towards a small door. “I want you to get in this closet and lock the door. It’s a panic room. Under the carpet in the left corner is everything you’ll need. You don’t open this door until I tell you and not before.”
Lola Maie just stared at him.
“You hear me? Promise me. Right now, say it!”
“I promise.” She breathed.
Then he shoved her inside and slammed the door. “I want to hear it click Lola Maie!” He yelled through the metal door. The command in his voice brooked no argument and with a shaking hand she reached out and turned the deadbolt. After such a warm night of intimacy, having the cold hard door between them felt deeply wrong.
“Good. Now wait for me, baby. I’ll be back”
Lola Maie’s heart squeezed listening as the thunder of his steps became more and more faint as he ran. Until finally there was silence. It was the worst sound she’d ever heard.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m Lana, a life-long Texan, dog lover, and writer of sensual romance. When I say ‘sensual romance’ I mean I include real life in my stories, and real life includes sex.
I divide my time between Austin Texas and a small family ranch not far from Shiner. Shiner is the home of Shiner beer; I’ve been known to stop off at their tasting room before rolling up my sleeves to get to work on the ranch. Like many Texans I’ve got a bit of everything in me, German, Native American, and some Creole influence. Nothing like a little spice to liven things up.
Writing is much like reading, I need to feel the story in the same way a reader would. I adore leading men who are strong, but aren’t afraid to love. My goal is to fall in love as I write, it’s the only way my reader will as well.
Come with me and get to know a hot cowboy or two. It’ll be fun!
Cowboy and former detective Vance Gallagher never thought he’d have a second chance to convince Rachel Henderson they were meant to be together, nor did he think he’d want to. Now, after seven years, thanks to his old police academy friend, Vance is knee deep in numbers and computers, determined to save Rachel’s ranch and his own heart.
Rachel hadn’t expected to see Vance again…ever. In fact, she planned on it. Saying goodbye to him had been the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she couldn’t handle her sister, the ranch, and his job as an undercover detective all at the same time. Now she’s with him every day and buried feelings just won’t go away.
The closer Vance gets to solving the mystery of the missing money, the more convinced he becomes that Rachel is the one for him. But when prize animals start disappearing, he has to choose between revealing the culprit and keeping the woman he’s always loved from harm. He just can’t catch a break.
EXCERPT Rachel Henderson sucked in her breath as the door to the diner opened and a tall cowboy strode in. What the hell was Vance Gallagher doing here?
His chiseled jaw and boyish good looks hid a mature man of strong character and confidence. She knew better than anyone exactly how experienced and loyal he was.
“Rachel? What are you looking at?” Hunter McKade waved his hand in front of her eyes. He was a family friend that went back as far as her first tricycle and he effectively pulled her attention away from the man scanning the crowd.
She turned her head in the futile hope Vance wouldn’t see her. “Nothing. Just people coming and going.”
Her answer wasn’t nearly clever enough for Hunter. The man had been in Afghanistan and a police officer before that. He could tell right away she lied.
Hunter looked over his shoulder and around the wall behind him. “Vance! Over here.”
As he waved, Rachel’s stomach turned over and her mouth went dry. She couldn’t do this. “He’s the friend you said could help me?” Her voice rose to a much higher pitch than normal.
Hunter turned back toward her. “Yes. Vance Gallagher is the best there is when it comes to detective work that involves finances.” He paused. “Are you okay? You’ve lost your tan in three seconds.” He paused again, studying her. “Do you know Vance?”
She grabbed her purse. “I think it’s the creamer. I’m going to the restroom.” She slid out of the booth they occupied and stood. Vance was barely ten feet away and he stopped as recognition dawned.
“Rachel?” His baritone voice sent memories kaliedoscoping through her mind.
She spun around and strode to the ladies room, her heart beating a two-step in her chest as she expected his hand to clamp down on her shoulder at any moment and stop her. Pulling open the bathroom door, she glanced back as it closed.
Vance stood rock still where she’d left him.
She locked the door and walked to the sink, her breathing ragged from her surprise. Running the water, she scooped it up and rinsed her face. As the water dripped off, she looked in the mirror.
“You need to get a hold of yourself, woman.” She snorted. “As if that’s gonna happen.”
Vance Gallagher was the only man she’d ever loved…still loved. And it hadn’t been that superficial love based on his warm brown eyes, dark brown hair and toned physique. She’d broken both their hearts over seven years ago when he’d worked for the Austin police force.
He’d gone into a deep and dangerous undercover operation and after almost three months of worrying and wondering if he was alive, she’d known she couldn’t live like that. She’d embarrassed both of them by repeatedly going to his chief and asking if he’d heard anything.
“You were a weak, pathetic girl, Rachel Henderson.” She grabbed a couple paper towels and wiped her face and hands. While Vance was undercover, her father had died of a heart attack, her mother was diagnosed with stage-four cancer and her sister had become pregnant at the ripe age of seventeen.
When Vance finally emerged from the operation, it had been a full six months. He’d come to her expecting a happy reunion, but she couldn’t do it. He’d wanted to help, but his job came first. He was good at his job and she hadn’t wanted him to have to choose. “Yup, you made the decision for him, didn’t you? That’s what every man wants, a woman who decides for him. He’s got to hate you by now.”
Her heart lurched. She thought she’d buried those feelings six feet under, but obviously there wasn’t enough dirt in all of Daisy Creek to keep them repressed.
She still loved him. He’d accepted her for who she was, a rancher’s daughter, no more, no less.
“You’re an idiot.” She scowled at herself in the mirror. “The most noble, good-hearted cowboy in all of central Texas and you kicked him out of your life. Good job.” And now, that man was here because her childhood friend had called him to help her. Her!
“Nice, this should go well. Hi, Vance. Sorry about breaking your heart. Now could you help me save my ranch?”
She looked at her purse sitting on the sink counter, the insufficient funds notice folded up inside. She’d called Hunter’s mom to find out where he was and had been surprised to discover his wife had died and he was living with a woman and working at a nudist resort in Arizona. She hadn’t seen that coming. But if anyone could help her, she’d known he could.
Hunter arrived and looked over what she had. When he said he had a friend nearby from his police academy days who had specialized in financial investigations, she breathed a lot easier. She couldn’t lose her ranch. It and her sister were all she had left of her family.
Now she could barely get air past her lungs. She didn’t want to face Vance again. Already the feelings she had for him were floating toward the top, cresting over the walls she’d built around her heart.
She had a decision to make. Face him and save her ranch or ditch his help and try to manage on her own. The problem was, if Hunter couldn’t figure it out after looking over everything for the last three days then how could she?
She had to save the ranch. That was her mantra since she called Hunter. It was the only stability she had and she worked hard through everything to hold on to it. Her sister, though not at the ranch every day, called it home. Crystal had helped to keep it from bankruptcy once before because she loved it.
“You told Hunter you’d do anything to keep it.” She frowned at herself. “So are you still the weak pathetic girl from seven years ago?” She nodded at herself. “No, you’re not. Now go out there and face your issues head on.”
Right. She stared hard at herself before noticing she’d plastered tiny strands of her blonde hair across her forehead and she had a piece of hay stuck on her sleeve. Impatiently, she pushed her hair back into place and threw the hay in the trash.
Other than that, she looked pretty much the same as the last time she saw Vance.
She shrugged. “What’s it matter. You’re not going on a date. He already knows you have no waist, too-long legs and an ass that’s bigger than it should be. Stop stalling.”
Giving herself a final scowl in the mirror, she picked up her purse and moved to the door. You can do this. She could accept Vance’s help if he was willing to give it. He would be working with Hunter, after all, and not her.
She opened the door and halted. What if he hated her? She gripped the handle as her stomach roiled. Please don’t hate me.
Maybe he would refuse to help. Or maybe Vance had much better things to do than help an old girlfriend who had dumped him. A man’s ego could only take so much.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. She could play “what if” all day, but all she had to do is walk a hundred feet and get her questions answered. Slowly, she released the door and walked toward the table.
Vance’s heart lurched as he gazed into Rachel’s blue eyes for a second, her face unchanged over the years except for a darker tan, her skin still satiny, and her chin still stubborn.
Then she walked away from him…again. Her hips swaying and her pale blonde braid swishing right and left with her gait.
His gut twisted. Was she married now? Did she have a husband and children who helped her with Yellowwood Ranch? Was the man of her heart easier to “handle” than him? Anger rushed over him and he gritted his teeth.
Finally, he turned to look at Hunter, who stood studying him. Damn, he hoped the investigation wasn’t about Rachel’s husband cheating on her. His hands fisted of their own accord.
“So are you going to give an old friend a welcome or just stand there like a statute all day?” Hunter’s lips quirked up at the corner.
Vance relaxed his hands and gave his friend a one-armed hug. When they parted, he shook his head. “Wow, you are just full of surprises.”
“I hadn’t planned on that. So you know Rachel?” Hunter motioned to the empty seat across from him and sat.
“Yes.” Vance slid into the booth.
Hunter raised his brow. “That’s it?”
“Tell you what, you tell me why you’re dressed like Johnny Cash and I’ll tell you about Rachel.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of sensuous romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the literature she loved while reading her favorite romance authors. It wasn’t long before she decided to marry her two first loves. From hot paranormal to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a steamy read with a “whole lotta story.”
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
Ford Beckett—former adult film star and leading man in Kaitlin Cross’s kinky fantasies. There’s only one problem: he’s her boss. As his PA, she puts in plenty of overtime just keeping him out of the doghouse with the numerous ladies warming his sheets. Her biggest fantasy involves clubbing him with a blunt object. But lately he’s been getting under her skin and pushing the boundaries of their relationship. The scary part? She’s beginning to enjoy it. What she desperately needs is some breathing room between herself and temptation. A friend’s wedding provides the perfect excuse to get the heck out of Dodge. Except for one tiny hiccup… Ford is the best man.
Two decades ago, Ford left Texas with no plans of returning, but friendship and loyalty have called him home. He won’t turn his back on those who’ve stood by his side, even though there are plenty who’d prefer his boots never stepped on Texas soil again—including his family. Then there’s his biggest problem of all. Kait. Giving in to the blazing chemistry between them? A disaster waiting to happen, but avoiding calamities isn’t exactly his strong suit. That’s why he’s always relied on Kait to put out the fires in his love life. Seeing how she’s the one making him sweat? Yeah, consider him screwed.
Hot Texas nights and irresistible desires. Two stubborn hearts don’t stand a chance of avoiding the flames. The only question is will they survive the afterburn?
There are some things guaranteed to stay imprinted on a woman’s brain for the rest of her life.
First kiss? Check.
First love? Double check.
First sexual experience? Triple check.
First glimpse of her boss’s naked ass? Quadruple check, and Lord have mercy.
Hypnotized by the spectacle taking place right before her eyes, Kaitlin Cross white-knuckled the kitchen counter and swallowed hard. On the other side of the window, Ford Beckett—the number one source of her daily frustration and desire to drink—stretched his arms over his head and twisted his broad shoulders a smidge to the right, his rock hard glutes and sleek back muscles flexing. He repeated the motion, this time to the left.
So help her God, if he bent to touch his toes she’d be done for. Dead on arrival. Shock paddles wouldn’t revive her.
Every inch of him was absolute Grade A bronzed perfection. Not a single tan line anywhere. Despite that mouthwatering fact, in the nearly five years she’d been working as his PA she’d never once seen him sunbathe in the nude. Until today.
She should look away. For her sake, not Ford’s. The shameless devil wouldn’t give a flying squirrel’s butt about her ogling his ass. He’d shown off a hell of a lot more than his firm tush in the dozens of XXX-rated films he’d starred in before moving out of the spotlight and starting his own production company. Knowing him, he’d probably turn around and flash the whole monty if he suspected she was peeping on him. Thank God he didn’t—
Cursing under her breath as he pivoted, she quickly sidled toward the cupboards. Close call. A loud splash a few seconds later announced his dive into the pool. Deciding to risk it, she peeked toward the window just as he surfaced. He slicked back his glossy sable hair and glanced toward the house. Even from this distance she could make out the wicked sparkle in his eyes and the wolfish hint of his teeth.
Sonofabitch. He’d set her up with this peep show. She’d bet her entire month’s salary on it. This little stunt went right in line with the numerous ways he’d been messing with her lately. For the last month and a half he’d jumped on every conceivable opportunity to tease and torment her. It’d all started that damn day she’d lost her cool and pushed him into the pool. Instead of accepting her threat that she was finally quitting for good, he’d hauled her into the pool with him. Then, in his eternal quest to ruffle her feathers and throw her off balance, the goddamn maniac kissed her.
Worst of all? She couldn’t stop thinking about the hot pressure of his lips against hers. Jeez Louise, it hadn’t even been that great of a kiss. Barely lasted a second. But that solitary second tipped her world off kilter. Although he hadn’t tried to kiss her since, every once in a while she’d catch him looking at her a certain way. Like he was not only considering it, but planned to thoroughly annihilate her equilibrium in the process.
God save her if that happened.
She wanted to believe she could hold her shit together and resist him. She was not a weak woman, for crying out loud. But Ford Beckett was no mere mortal. The man could charm the panties off of a nun. She’d heard plenty of tales about his legendary status between the sheets. Or in his case, pretty much every venue known to mankind and accessible to a film crew. Despite her overwhelming curiosity, she deliberately refrained from watching any of his old movies—for the sake of her sanity and so she’d be able to look him in the eye every day at work. There were some things she was better off not seeing. His O face during one of his countless money shots topped high on the list. Still, it hadn’t kept certain jackwagon colleagues from sharing tidbits with her. Like apparently Ford was quite the multitasker. Not only could he please two women at once, he could do it while riding a horse. How the ever living hell was that remotely possible? Did three people even fit on a horse? Was there a midget involved? And goddamn it, no, she refused to find out.
Narrowing her eyes, she watched him swim toward the opposite end of the pool, the crystal blue water rippling in his wake.
He was up to something. And she didn’t trust him for one hot second. She grabbed her coffee mug from its perch beneath the Keurig’s dispenser and stalked in the direction of his home office. Though truthfully, she tended to think of it more as their office. She spent more time in it than he did. When you got right down to it, she spent more time in it than she did her own condo. Maybe she should move in and be done with it. But then she’d have to deal with Ford 24/7. She barely resisted the urge to strangle him as it was. For sure she’d be in some major trouble if she lived in the same house with him. Not to mention she’d have no reprieve from the pesky, inappropriate fantasies he stirred in her. The ones that didn’t involve potential murder charges being brought against her. She could handle those other kind. It was the ones that left her aroused and in need of a serious session with her vibrator that proved hazardous to her wellbeing.
Bad enough having sinful thoughts about her boss. The fact that her boss was Ford—a man who had longer relationships with the ham sandwich he had for lunch that any woman he slept with? Yeah, she should have her head examined.
Or better yet, find a guy to end her seven-month dry spell. That had to be her problem. Since breaking up with Russ, she’d put entirely no effort into dating. Partly that was due to the crazy production schedule with Ford’s newest project. The spicy, adults-only show was doing better than any of them predicted, earning the coveted title of most-watched late night series on the air for their network—something they were all ecstatic about. But the show’s success also came with the price of none of them having a life for the last few months.
Now that they were on their mid-season hiatus? She was getting laid. Plain and simple. And taking a damn vacation. Hell, she’d get laid on vacation. No strings attached. No awkward morning after. No having to see the guy again. Freakin’ perfect. Best part of all? A whole week of not being subjected to Ford’s ass—naked or otherwise—tempting her with impure thoughts.
Pumping her fist, she walked into their office…and stalled short when she spotted his camo PJ bottoms draped across her seat. Approaching the garment with all the caution she would a crouched lion, she inched forward and pinched the dangled leg between her fingertips. Oh Lord. The flannel was still warm from his body. And she didn’t have to press the fabric to her nose to get a good whiff of the woodsy body wash that constantly killed her concentration whenever he insisted on crowding into her personal space. Which was pretty much every other second. It was impossible to focus when his bigger-than-life presence invaded her senses. To add fuel to the fire, she always dredged up the craziest scenarios in those situations. Especially when they were in the office together.
The fantasy her twisted subconscious loved to latch onto? Ford spanking her. If he tried such a thing in real life she’d go ballistic on his ass. Seriously, the only way they’d recognize him afterward would be through his dental records. But for some reason her mind insisted on going there. She could see it too clearly.
He’d do something to piss her off—because hello, that was damn well guaranteed—and she’d rip into him. Instead of cocking that infuriating grin of his that always made her teeth grind, he’d plunk down in his chair calm as can be and tug her across his lap. Before she could cuss him out properly, his palm would land on her butt with enough sting to earn her gasp. She’d squirm to avoid the paddling, but the movement only made things worse by rubbing her crotch against his thigh. Within seconds, her clit would be at attention, tingling and greedy for more intense friction. Desperate to ignore the traitorous demands of her body, she’d bite her lip, killing her whimpers before they ratted her out. Little good it did. Somehow Ford knew precisely how her body betrayed her, and being the devil he was, he intended to take advantage of it.
Without saying a word, he’d yank up her skirt and massage her reddened buttcheek through the lace of her panties before sliding his hand inside. His touch on her bare skin? Indescribably sinful and forbidden. She shouldn’t, but she wanted more than the lazy glide of his fingertips across her rear-end. She craved a bolder caress, down where she ached for it most. As if he’d read her mind, he’d trail his hand lower, tracing the crack of her ass, and then gliding his fingers along her pussy. By that time she’d be embarrassingly drenched, and the bastard would let her know it in no uncertain terms, swirling through her wetness so that the air would be thick with the incriminating slick sounds of her arousal. All the while he played with her, the hard bulge poking into her belly taunted her, promising even more exquisite pleasures to come. All she had to do was reach down and—
“Damn, darlin’. Next time wait ‘til I’m in my flannels before you start fondlin’ them.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.
She has won numerous writing awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows. Currently residing in Michigan with her husband and overgrown lapdog, she is a member of RWA national and Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America.
A Texas lawman finds more than fall foliage during a drive in an antique convertible Cadillac to his new home.
Newly-hired Texas cop Shade Gruber agrees to drive his grandmother’s prize car from Chicago to his new home in Big Branch. He expects some car issues. He doesn’t expect to pick up a runaway bride.
On the run from her mobster fiancé, Victoria Vaught dashes from the church thirty minutes before the I Do’s. Stranded in her bridal attire by an unreliable car, she starts walking, needing as far from Chicago as possible.
Their road to love is filled with twists, turns and bumps. Hanging on to the one you love can be roller coaster ride with surprising results.
The elevator doors closed and he pushed her against the wall. He caught her mouth in a wet, hard kiss. His tongue traced along her lower lip and she opened, ready for him. He slipped in his tongue, deepening the kiss and skirted his hands down her hips until he grasped her rear and squeezed.
Vivi’s insides melted and flowed toward her center. Her breasts grew heavy. She needed more.
The elevator dinged, signaling arrival on their floor. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. His were dark and dilated with a driving passion. She touched her lips with her fingers but only for a moment. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the elevator car. As they hurried toward their suite, he dug the magnetic key from his pocket. It took a couple of tries to get the door to release, all the while she was getting more and more frantic to touch him.
The door finally swung open, and Shade pulled her through, slamming and locking it behind her. He pushed her against the door and took her mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands slid down her arms until he laced his fingers with hers. Never breaking the kiss, he jerked her arms above her head and held both of her wrists with one hand.
Vivi twisted in his hold, trying to get closer. He kicked her feet apart until he could stand between her thighs. She wrapped one leg around him, widening the space. He pressed the hard bulge behind his zipper against her aching center. She moaned and arched, rubbing herself on his hard cock.
He released her wrists so he could use both hands to tug her shirt over her head. He dipped his tongue in the valley between her breasts before nuzzling the flesh above the lace of her bra.
“I will never make fun of Walmart again,” he said, gliding his lips along her skin. “But it’s time for this to go.” He popped the bra’s clasp. She let the straps slide down her arms and drop to the floor.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and took one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling and tugging her into his mouth. She groaned.
“That feels wonderful,” she said. “More.”
He pulled back and caught the nipple between his teeth. He bit down. She gasped from the gentle pain. Then he licked where he’d bit and she mewed her pleasure.
“Like that, did you?” he said. “Let’s try the other side.”
He took her other breast into his mouth and drew it deep. His cheeks sunk in from the suction. The sight sent shock waves of lust rolling through her veins.
Her head dropped back to the door. She was beyond aroused. The need to touch him overwhelmed her, so she jerked his shirt from his jeans and allowed her fingers to glide along the hills and valleys of his abdomen. He was incredible but she craved skin-to-skin contact. Her mouth was desperate for a taste of Shade.
“Shirt. Off,” she said with a groan.
He broke off sucking long enough to yank his shirt up and off without unbuttoning it. He tossed it on the sofa with hers.
“Oh, yum,” she said and leaned over to run her tongue over the area her fingers had just explored. “My turn.”
She grabbed his shoulders and he let her reverse their position. She rubbed her nose along his chest. His scent filled her senses and sent shivers down her spine. She flicked out her tongue and skimmed it across his nipple. He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“Oh, princess,” he growled. “What am I going to do with you?”
She pressed a kiss to his chest, then left a line of wet ones up his throat to his mouth. “Kiss me,” she said against his lips. “Make love to me.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.
She was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, she’s thrilled to be making her home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake.
When she’s not reading or writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.