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Rachel wants one thing in life, a family of her own. But she’s not going to get it without a man. Or can she?

They may have ruined their chances in the past, but Matt and Ethan know Rachel’s the woman for them. When they discover her plans, they tell her they’ll give her exactly what she wants. The old fashioned way. Because once they get their hands on her, they’ll hold her close and never let go.

Warning: Panty melting! Hold Me Close is book 4 in the wildly dirty series where two obsessed alpha cowboys give the woman of their dreams exactly what she desires. This standalone HEA is all about her – no M/M.

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Even though I was born and raised in Montana, I’d never really understood the appeal of the rodeo circuit. The animals, wrangling them, tying little calves’ ankles up as fast as possible. But as I watched this cowboy riding the massive bull, the muscles of his chest rippling beneath the fabric of his shirt as his arms bulged beneath the strained material, I finally got it. He rocked back and forth, balancing and going with the jerky motions of the angry beast, arm flung up over his head.

Oh Lordy, I got it.

I gasped when the bull kicked out its hind legs, not because I was scared for the cowboy but because of the way his thighs contracted beneath those jeans to stay on its back. Jeans, I might add, that left little to the imagination. The whole thing was stupid, plain stupid. Stay on a bull for eight seconds, but somehow every one of my hot buttons was pushed watching the testosterone-fest.

“Here’s a napkin.” My sister’s voice cut into my openmouthed gawking. I turned to face Emmy, who somehow still managed to look sleek and stylish in a jean skirt and flowy top even when eight months pregnant. She held out one of the napkins she’d nabbed when she’d gone to get herself an ice cream cone.

I frowned at it. “What’s that for?”

Emmy grinned. “You’ve got a little drool there.”

My frown turned into a scowl. “I was not drooling.” I turned away and subtly swiped the corners of my mouth just in case.

“Whatever you say, sis.” I didn’t have to see her to know she was rolling her eyes in my direction. Even though she was younger, Emmy had the air of a know-it-all older sister. But then, she was the one who was happily married with a baby on the way while I was still deeply rooted in spinsterhood with no end in sight. Somehow, this seemed to give her an advantage that negated my two years’ seniority.

Emmy had a Bridgewater marriage, which meant she was the lucky bride of two doting, protective men. Like all my siblings, she had a big heart and a good head on her shoulders and I wished only the best for her. Except for now. As she licked her ice cream, looking impossibly smug, I wondered for the millionth time how my bratty little sister managed to snag not one, but two men, when I hadn’t managed to land a second date in more months than I’d cared to admit.

It was fine and all if it were just Emmy having a baby, but I was one of six. All five of my siblings were married with kids, or in Emmy’s case, with a kid on the way. Two of my brothers were in Bridgewater marriages as well, but the rest had followed in my parents’ footsteps and gone the traditional route. One man, one woman. And everyone had found their “perfect someone” or “perfect someones” early. Emmy was only twenty-four and my brother, Zach, had married at twenty-one. My parents always used to say, “When you know, you know.”

Well, I’d yet to know.

Honest to God, I didn’t care what kind of relationship I found myself in—traditional, Bridgewater, or other—I just wanted to be in one. Not that I was desperate for a man. No, I didn’t sit around the house pining for one. Besides, I didn’t just want any man, I wanted the right man…or men. I dated, but so far there hadn’t been any spark, not anyone that I’d wanted to go out with past a second date. So I’d sort of given up. Not that I’d ever been on the prowl, but I wasn’t going to bars with my girlfriends on Friday nights looking for hook-ups. Well, I’d never gone looking for a hook-up, but I’d gone looking. And it hadn’t worked.

Because of this, I wasn’t exactly boy crazy, but I definitely was baby crazy. I wasn’t old, by any means, but I’d thought that by twenty-six I’d be in the same boat as the rest of my family. If not married with kids, at least well on my way. Heck, Emmy was having a baby before me. Yeah, that hurt, not that I’d ever tell her or let it show. It was my problem, not hers. It wasn’t her fault she found two guys who loved her and wanted to make a life with her. A family.

I’d had it all planned out. College, grad school, then start a family. Sure I was young, but I wanted a big brood and that meant starting early. But somehow, at some point, my life plan had gotten derailed. I stifled a sigh as I turned to watch the hottie cowboy pick up his hat from the dirt ring, lift it and wave it in air. The crowd cheered and clapped as he walked out through the open rail. Even the back of him looked damn good in the chaps and snug jeans. They were well worn and molded his butt just right.

Dammit. Emmy nudged me with her hip, caught me ogling again. “You should go back there. Introduce yourself.”

I looked at her as if she had suggested I climb on the back of the bull and go for a ride. “Introduce myself? To the bull rider? I couldn’t do that.”

Emmy glanced at me. We looked similar with our light brown hair and hazel eyes but she was several inches shorter. “Why not?”

I shrugged. Because I couldn’t. I wasn’t like Emmy. She had no problem going up to strange men and flirting—well, she hadn’t before she’d fallen for Rick and Kevin two years ago. They were alpha males through and through and they were the only men she flirted with now. The bowling ball beneath her shirt proved that.

But that wasn’t me. I’d never been great at flirting and super attractive men tended to make me nervous. No, I always turned into a stuttering idiot. The reason behind my single status wasn’t such a mystery after all.

“You’re intimidated, aren’t you?” Emmy continued. God, she was way too amused by my discomfort. Some things never changed.

“By that guy?” I pointed in the direction he’d gone. “Absolutely. You saw him. He’s…insanely hot. Of course, I’m intimidated.”

I didn’t bother denying it. We both knew I was the reserved one in our family. That was the way I put it. Emmy and my other sisters just called me a prude. What they didn’t know—what I’d never told them—was that my wariness around hot men, well, practically all men, wasn’t just because they intimidated me. It went deeper than that. I knew that if they got close, they’d want to get close. I’d had exactly one attempt at sex and it had been awful. Scary.

Back in college, there’d been a guy. A good guy…or so I’d thought. On our third date he’d assumed we’d be doing more than just kissing. He’d assumed wrong. I hadn’t been ready to take it to the next level, but he wouldn’t listen. His hands had been everywhere despite my protests and my feeble attempts to push him off me. He’d been too strong, too determined.

I shivered under the June sun. Thank god my roommate had come in when she had or who knows how far it would have gone. As it was, he’d groped and fondled but never managed to get my pants off. Still, the experience had left me with a bad taste in my mouth whenever dates started to get too close. I froze up. Panicked. My stomach still turned when I thought of how the jerk’s hands had felt on my skin and no matter how attracted I was to a guy, that was all I could think of whenever a man leaned in for a kiss.

Needless to say, intimacy was not exactly my strong suit.

I didn’t say any of that to Emmy, however. It wouldn’t have made a difference. Her mouth was set in a stubborn line.

“Go on, say hello,” she said. Her eyes were filled with a familiar mischievousness. The kind of look she used to give right before I walked into whatever booby-trap she’d laid for me in our shared bedroom.

“Why?” My eyes narrowed with suspicion. She wouldn’t just push me to flirt with any old guy. “Do you know him or something?”

“Or something.” She nodded, barely able to contain her laughter. “You will, too. He’s your new boss.”

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Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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Rachel wants one thing in life, a family of her own. But she’s not going to get it without a man. Or can she?They may have ruined their chances in the past, but Matt and Trevor know Rachel’s the woman for them. When they discover her plans, they tell her they’ll give her exactly what she wants. The old fashioned way. Because once they get their hands on her, they’ll hold her close and never let go.

Warning: Panty melting! Hold Me Close is book 4 in the wildly dirty series where two obsessed alpha cowboys give the woman of their dreams exactly what she desires. This standalone HEA is all about her – no M/M.

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About the Author:
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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Wrangler By Dani Wyatt ♥ Release Blitz

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After five lonely years out west, Chad Butler spots a curvy beauty in the crowd at his hometown honky-tonk and knows he has to have her. He’s going to lasso this little filly straight into his bed – and into his life.

 

Rachel Sweeting enjoys the peace she’s found in the middle of miles of cornfields with her Aunt Jessie. Her new life keeps her safely tucked away from the pain and embarrassment of her past. But, when her truck breaks down in the middle of the night and a hunky cowboy rides to the rescue, she’s knocked straight out of her boots.

 

Her romance books have told her love-at-first-sight is real and for the first time, Rachel is a believer. But when a dangerous past connection threatens their ride into the sunset, will Chad’s devotion to his woman be enough to save the day?

 

Author’s Note: This cowboy hasn’t touched a woman in years, and when he falls, it’s hard and fast, making for an instant love connection and obsessed alpha hotness. If you’re looking for love-at-first-sight, NO cheating and filthy sweetness, come sit a spell but bring a fan, it’s hot.

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This gorgeous cowboy just took my virginity, and it’s beautiful and I’m breathing in fits hoping I don’t pass out.

Chad releases his hand from my neck and attacks me with kisses, covering every inch of my face.  The contrast between this gentle sweetness and the dominant animal that just fucked me gives me goose bumps where I didn’t think you could get them.  I’m losing the battle with a word that keeps knocking around inside my head.  Love.

That’s stupid, love?  How can I love him already?

He leans in next to my ear. “You know what this means?”

I’m in heaven. His hands cover my cheeks, his thumbs slowly caressing the flushed skin.

“No. What does it mean?”  As the words leave my lips, a soaking stream of his cum leaks out from around where his cock still rests hard and full inside of me and my belly flutters, realizing what I’ve done.

Oh my god…

“I’m never letting you go.”

I like how that sounds. Especially if it means more of this.  He’s opened the floodgates. I feel insatiable, and I want him again already even with the pinching pain that reminds me of how big he is and how new I am.  But I think I should go now.

“I have to go. Aunt Jessie will worry if I don’t come back tonight. I mean, let’s be honest, we don’t know you that well.  You could be a serial killer or one of those people that likes wine coolers or leasing cars.”  I joke.

“I told you last night I wasn’t a murderer.  But, I have sipped a wine cooler.  I’m quite ashamed.”

The flash of his grin only makes my belly tighten and I hug his cock while a bright flash of fresh pain shoots from inside me.

“It’s bad?” he asks, the grin gone and replaced by a look of genuine concern.

“It’s a good kind of bad.”  I shift under him, surprised by how far I can move.  He’s covering me and caging me but keeping his weight on his arms.

My free hand traces along his jaw, feeling the stubble and I pull him down onto me, his hands leaving my cheeks, tangling into my hair.

He thickens inside of me.

Pain shoots through my abdomen, making me wince.

“What?” he asks, his voice deepening and his eyes turning stormy blue.

I smile up at him. “I feel that.”

“Feel what?” He grins back and flexes his hips, forcing me to arch my back. As his cock twitches inside me I realize he’s full and hard again, ready for more. He moves in tiny pulses, stroking me.

“God. Chad.”

“Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’ll start slow.”

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She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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After five lonely years out west, Chad Butler spots a curvy beauty in the crowd at his hometown honky-tonk and knows he has to have her. He’s going to lasso this little filly straight into his bed – and into his life.

 

Rachel Sweeting enjoys the peace she’s found in the middle of miles of cornfields with her Aunt Jessie. Her new life keeps her safely tucked away from the pain and embarrassment of her past. But, when her truck breaks down in the middle of the night and a hunky cowboy rides to the rescue, she’s knocked straight out of her boots.

 

Her romance books have told her love-at-first-sight is real and for the first time, Rachel is a believer. But when a dangerous past connection threatens their ride into the sunset, will Chad’s devotion to his woman be enough to save the day?

 

Author’s Note: This cowboy hasn’t touched a woman in years, and when he falls, it’s hard and fast, making for an instant love connection and obsessed alpha hotness. If you’re looking for love-at-first-sight, NO cheating and filthy sweetness, come sit a spell but bring a fan, it’s hot.

 

 

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“Lean back.  I just want to see something.  I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about you,” she stutters but she leans back, her hands moving to support her body as she settles against the cotton feed sack behind her.

“Yes you do.  You know a lot about me.”  I flip the final few inches of her skirt up to her waist, my eyes dropping from her parted, pink lips to see the matching hush of cotton panties covering what’s now mine.  “You watched me tonight as much as I watched you.  You can learn a lot about someone from watching.”

“I wasn’t watching you.”  She does her best to sound indignant and I stifle my chuckle.

“See, like right now.”  I drag my fingertips over the slip of fabric between her legs, feeling the warmth and the wetness that’s seeped through.  “You’re watching me.”  I give her a little grin. Even under my thick beard, I know she sees me.

Fuck, her panties are soaked through and I rasp my fingers over where her clit is hiding under there, listening to the way her breathing hitches and catches with each slight movement of my hand.

I keep my fingers moving, my eyes on hers as I groan the words that fill my throat.  “That feels good. So good.” Even my crazy ass knuckles are happy right now just because they get to touch her. That’s how good she feels.  My eyes move from her face to watch my hand and the sight makes another few drops of cum drip out of my dick.

“I shouldn’t do this.”  Her words don’t match the needy shiver in her voice.

“You’re not doing this, I’m doing this. You’re thanking me. And I told you what I want.”

“What?”  Her voice shakes as my fingers trace around the elastic between her pussy and the sensitive crease of her inner thigh making her twitch under my touch.

I push the offending fabric away, slipping the backs of my fingers inside.  When my touch meets the first soft brush of her hairless lips I think I might lose my shit right there.

“I said, I want to know how you taste.  And that, my sweet Dove, is going to require you spreading your legs and my tongue licking right here.”  I dip a fingertip into her folds. She’s hot and dripping as I caress just inside her juicy cunt.

“These have to go,” I mutter, my other hand pulling her panties down a bit more, then reaching into my pocket and flipping open my knife.  In one swift motion, before she even knows what’s happening, I slice the blade through the soft fabric and it falls free, still caught under her luscious ass but her slick bare pussy is on full display and I’m captivated.

I snap the blade closed and slip it back into my pocket as her wide eyes look down to see her naked flesh exposed to me.

She shudders, her head falling back and her hair cascades off her shoulders and down her back as she loses the last few inches of her upright position and melts against the feed sacks.

When I do put my cock inside her where it belongs, she will own my ass forever, but I’m pretty sure she already does.  “You’re going to cum on my fingers, Dove, so I can taste you on them for the rest of the night.  Then, it’s going to be my tongue.  You want that, don’t you?  You want my tongue inside this pretty cunt.”

I massage her hard little button and she collapses the rest of the way, boneless onto the sacks of feed. Her hands fly to her face, her palms pressing to cover her eyes as her mouth opens.  She likes my filthy talk, and that’s good, because I’m going to tell her exactly how much I want her and all the things I intend to do to her.  I may be a soft spoken country boy, but she’s released every filthy, depraved thought I’ve stored up and in my mind and it’s poetry.

I explore, shifting my thumb to rub in easy, smooth circles around her clit, reaching two long fingers low to scoop out the nectar that is already streaming from her.  “Jesus, you’re so wet.  It’s so fucking beautiful.”  A little more pressure from my calloused thumb and I slip a finger into her heat.  She’s tight as fuck, and my mind can’t stop playing over and over how she will feel the first time I sink my dick into her.

My hard-on is painful, but I know I would lose all control if I let him out, and my little dove isn’t going to have her first time with me in the back of a pickup truck on the side of the road.  No, she deserves so much more, and I’m the man who is going to give it to her, just not tonight.

She presses herself upward into my fingers and lets out a whimper, throwing her hands off her eyes and above her head.  Her body is tight, like a bow string ready to release.

“Spread your legs, Dove. Wider.”  I push my finger into her until she gasps.  “Let me see how pretty that pussy is in the moonlight.”  Her breath halts, then she does as I say and that bow string pulls back tighter and tighter. When she finally opens her legs to me, I give her what she needs.

 

 

 

 

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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

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She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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Big Game ( Hunted Love) By Aden Lowe ♥ New Cover Reveal

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Author: Aden Lowe

Published date: September 15th, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Western Romance

Heat Level: Sensual

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When a legendary predator decides prize horses should be on his menu, Kate takes the advice of her neighbor ranchers and hires a big game hunter to track the mountain lion and remove the threat. The hunter arrives to take up the trail, but instead of the seasoned older man she expects, he’s young and impossibly sexy.

Freshly back from deployment to Afghanistan as a special forces operative, Jakob needs to clear his head of the horrors of war. When his uncle dies, Jakob steps in to fulfill the older man’s commitment to hunt down a mountain lion on the other side of the state. The prospect of several days in the wilderness with only his horses and dogs for company sounds like the ideal opportunity. Except the infuriating female rancher insists on going along for the ride.

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Jakob lay awake a long time despite being exhausted. His mind refused to let go of the puzzle of Kate Holt. Everything about her intrigued him, from her innocent responses to his advances, to the way she suddenly went cold in the blink of an eye. He looked forward to the chance to observe and study her, to learn all those intricacies.

When he finally slept, dreams of a woman with long dark hair and light eyes tormented him through endless scenes, tempting him beyond reason. Mercurial moods went from hot to cold in a flash, leaving him desperate for more. Waking in the pre-dawn with his heart pounding and a raging hard-on striving toward orgasm warned of a short temper for the day ahead. Sexual frustration was so not his best mood.

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Title: Bounty: Hunted Love #2

Author: Aden Lowe

Genre: Romance

Release Date: November 28th, 2014

 

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Bounty hunter, Falon Harris is asked to go after outlaw biker Tom Kellen and tracks him to where he’s hiding out in Stags Leap, KY, laying low and waiting for the heat to pass. Rita James operates a busy tavern/grill and occasionally rents out the little camper trailer on her back lot. Figuring the tavern is the most logical place to watch for Kellen, Falon rents the trailer for a week. The first night, while he’s having dinner and watching everything, Kellen shows up and starts giving Rita a hard time. The bartender puts a stop to it, but Falon gets the idea it’s happened before. Knowing Kellen’s past, he knows the biker won’t take no for an answer for long.

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Her brain must be on vacation. That was the only explanation because, normally, Rita would never lead a strange man out to the little trailer after dark. Not by herself, at least. She should have grabbed one of the girls to go along.

Something about Falon Harris said she had no need to fear him. All she had worry about was what she would allow him to do, if he asked. Even just walking through the back of the tavern ahead of him, she had to fight the urge to put just a little extra sway to her hips. Ridiculous. Last thing she needed was more attention from a man.

Maybe if she could get Kellen to leave her alone, she might be able to look elsewhere. For the millionth time, she asked herself why she’d done something so stupid. As always, no suitable answer presented itself. She gave herself a little mental shake. No sense thinking that way.

She should say something. Yes. “How long you planning to be here, Mr. Harris?”

He chuckled a little and leaned around her to hold the back door for her. The movement brought him right up close and personal, making Rita very aware of him. “That depends, Miss James.” He smiled a little, drawing her attention to the small scar at the edge of his lower lip.

Rita started walking again, partly to gain a little distance from all that overwhelming maleness. “You’re here for work then?” Of course he was. No one came to Stags Leap for pleasure.

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Growing up an only child, I was lucky enough to have a huge brood of cousins to help me get into all sorts of trouble. Long summers spent on various family members’ farms gave me a deep appreciation for the outdoors and horses. I worked my way through college training horses as a result of those summers.

After 15 years editing books for strangers, I decided to try my own hand at writing. Big Game: Hunted Love #1 was my solo debut, and my story idea file is endless. After I finish the Hunted Love series, I have a romance series featuring soldiers returning from war and set twenty years in the future. And after that, there’s a Roman Gladiator who keeps insisting on telling me his story…

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Cowgirl Crazy by Becky McGraw ♥ Blog Tour

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 Cowboys are a different breed…
They work hard, play hard and love harder.
It’s all about the ride, until the right woman
makes them fall.
Sexy cowgirl Twyla Taylor is the right woman for rodeo Romeo, bronc
rider, and her and brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter. He just doesn’t
know it yet…

COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) by Amazon Bestselling Author Becky McGrawBLURB:Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel
racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her
brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than
his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good
buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is
exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a
buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older
brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning
every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city.
Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his
desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of
hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her.
If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her
daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s
provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes
her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly
and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas
and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes
her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like
it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which
borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn’t serving shots off of her
stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove
into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses
to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final
arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

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Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her
obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to balance his shot
glass about two inches under her navel.

Heather always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would
spill into her navel, but Ryan had put his lower.
  Her muscles contracted there, as the cold
glass touched her skin.
  She thought
about him licking her up to the glass, the amber liquid sloshed in the glass,
and he frowned.
“No
spilling, Twy, or there will be consequences.”

His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated almost as large as the
blue irises.
  His breathing came in short
spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his throat.
  The look on his handsome face said, he would
relish delivering those unknown consequences.

“By the time I’m done, I’ll really need that drink.”
A shiver
worked itself up her body from her toes, and the glass wobbled again.
  She gasped and contracted her muscles to steady
it.
  Agitation bristled through her.  “Why don’t you just have the damned shot
then, and get on with this?”
  That’s what
she really wanted.
His hand
clamped on her ankle, and he grinned.

“Patience is a virtue, darlin’.
Slow is not always a bad thing, and I’m about to teach you that, and a
lot more.”
  His voice was heavy with
anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his tongue making a trip
slow around his hot lips.
  Her eyes
followed it around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex
of her thighs.
  Maybe this is why all
those bunnies she saw leaving his trailer were smiling.
  They must have had the patience Ryan was
talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his lovemaking.
  Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but decided to
try to find the patience he asked her to have.

She huffed a breath then relaxed and uncurled her fists. 
What the
hell did she know about all this, anyway?

She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing.  Had done it many times.  Too many.
“Get on
with it, then,” she grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass
steady on her lower abdomen.
  Ryan’s dark
head appeared in her line of vision, and Twyla gasped.
 
His eyes
met hers over the plane of her tummy, and were filled with mischief and
purpose. His hot breath tickled her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still,
Twyla.
  Remember, no spilling.” 
He slid his
hands behind her calves, and under her thighs to hold her hands at her sides.
  Turning his face, he planted a wet kiss on
her inner thigh, before his mouth latched there and he sucked, while his tongue
swirled on her skin.
  Fire zipped up to
her core, and Twyla whimpered.
  The glass
wobbled again and she knew then that she was in big trouble.
 




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 About The Author

 

Becky
McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl
by birth and the grace of God, ya’ll. She resides in South Texas with
her husband and dog Abby.
 
A
jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a
beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation
management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a
real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and
writer.  She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her
dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a
graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own
cover art, along with writing the novels.
 
Becky
has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and
has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to
the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.
 

She
has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as
technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the
Writer’s Guild on AOL, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the
first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart
Romance Writers. Currently, she is a PAN member of RWA and a general
member of FTHRW

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