What is it about those cowboys?
I have friends who gush over cowboys. They say these guys are sexy, charming, the perfect foil for a romance hero. Really? They are just men in a hat and boots. Or so I thought…
Here in dry, hot Las Vegas, I never would have expected to see cowboys. However, every year, twice a year, the cowboy community converges on our “tiny” town for events such as the Professional Bull Rider competition and the National Finals Rodeo. I’ve been in a few downtown casinos during these two events and instead of the sexy romance hero I only ran across rude, egotistical people in too tight jeans that looked fresh off the rack—never to have seen the saddle—and scowls on their faces.
And then I attended a writers’ retreat in Bandera, Texas, just an hour’s drive from San Antonio. Okay, Texas is full of cowboys and I was truly expecting to run into a bunch jerks like I’d encountered in Vegas. What I found surprised the hell out of me. The “real” Texas cowboys were nothing like those guys I’d see. These cowboys had charm, they opened doors, tilted their hats, and…oh my God, did he just call me ma’am?
At the retreat the cowboy…excuse me, the wranglers were fabulous. The personalities were captivating. They made me feel at home and boy howdy could they make you feel like a woman. I’m not saying there was hanky panky going on, they just knew how to flirt without coming across as creepy.
That weekend I became JJ Ranger. They awaken my erotic muse who would not rest until I’d birthed Dustin and Dane Dumen—two of the four Dumen brothers. With the collaboration of fellow author Callie Croix, the Dume (pronounced Do Me) Ranch was created. Dustin and Dane are books 2 & 4 in the series. Callie tamed Deacon and Dillon in books 1 & 3.
After leaving for a career in NYC, Shannon Piermont has come home to Bandera, Texas. Her cousin is getting married and her grandmother has died, but all she can think about is Dustin Dumen. The sexy ranch owner had once been able to charm her pants off, but not this time. Just because they’d once shared a passion hotter than the Texas sun, didn’t mean she’d settle for barefoot and pregnant in a one-horse town.
Dusty knew Shannon couldn’t settle down until she’d seen the world and he’d taken a huge chance she’d find her way home. Now that she has, the stakes are higher and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there. He’d gambled with their love once–he won’t do it again.
Can Dustin convince Shannon she can have it all—a career and a family—or will he have to settle for one last ride of passion?
Drawing in a deep breath, she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. She waited for two minutes and then hit the button again. She leaned her forehead against the oak door and tried to calm her ever present nerves. How would Dustin react when he saw her? Did he really know she was coming? And what would he think when he found out she intended to stay for good?
“Guess nobody’s home,” she mumbled.
The door swung open, and she lost her balance with a startled squeak. She reached out to grab something, anything to stop her descent, and latched on to a pair of denim-clad hips. The material slipped down and with it, she landed on her knees, face-planted against a very masculine crotch. The tip of his cock peeked from the front of his red plaid boxers. Heat flooded her belly and moisture pooled in her panties in response to his arousal. The familiar scent of leather and sandalwood tickled her nose.
Dustin. Memories of a night over a decade ago filled with sweat-lathered bodies on the bank of the creek swam before her eyes. She shivered. All it would take was the slightest turn of her head and…
“Not that I’m complaining about your enthusiasm, honey, but you’re a little too far to the left,” a familiar, deep masculine voice teased.
She looked up into Dustin’s amused face. That crooked grin hit her in the gut with lust so fierce she wanted to toss away caution and jump him right there. Mortified, she pushed away and leapt to her feet. Dammit, of all the impressions she could have made, falling face first into his cock was not the way she intended to go.
Heat burned in her cheeks. “Dillon needs you at the lodge.” She turned on her heel.
“Wait.” He gripped her hand. “Aren’t you going to say hello or anything?”
Shannon shook her head, keeping her gaze locked on the safety of the door. “I can’t talk to you with your…your thing exposed. Pull up your pants, for God’s sake.” Only he could make her feel like a blushing virgin.
His laughter vibrated through her breasts, and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. “Well, darlin’, my exposed thing never bothered you before. But if you insist…”
The rustling of denim against skin teased her imagination and whetted an appetite she hadn’t known in a long time. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the image of his cock saluting her.
“You can turn around now.”
Drawing in a deep, calming breath, she did. He’d fastened the button-fly of his jeans, much to her relief. But the exposed V of his pelvis was too distracting for her peace of mind. She focused above the waistline and on his face. Hazel eyes were emphasized by small lines around the edges. A strong jaw was softened by full lips. Gone was the boy she’d fallen in love with. In his place was a man who could very well destroy her if she let him get too close.
“Hello, Dustin.” Shannon forced a smile and resisted rubbing her damp palms against her thighs. “Dillon asked me to let you know you are needed at the lodge.”
His eyes smoldered, and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “So you said.”
She gave a tight nod. “Right. Well.” She lifted a shoulder in an awkward gesture. “I had better get to the cabin. Have to get ready for tonight.” She swiveled toward the door. “Nice to see you, Dusty.”
“Welcome home, Shay.”
With parents who own a Vegas strip club, elementary school teacher Sara Piermont has always steered clear of kinky. Now she’s ready to sow her own wild oats and give in to the sexual fantasies taunting her. Her cousin’s bachelorette weekend at an all-inclusive dude ranch seems the perfect place to let her hair down. And Dane Dumen is the rugged cowboy she has set her sights on for a weekend of uninhibited passion.
Dane loves to walk on the wild side, and sexy Sarah is the perfect muse for a fantasy weekend filled with restraints and other naughty things. Though he’s never stepped over the line between a fling and commitment, Sarah proves to be a lure he can’t resist. Dane quickly finds he’s playing with fire and has to decide…rein in his heart or risk a permanent brand.
It took Dane less than thirty seconds to decide to follow her. He slipped through the door and checked to make sure they were alone.
Her reflection frowned at him. “You realize this is the women’s restroom, right?”
Her eyes were suspiciously bright. Had she been crying? He felt like an ass for upsetting her, though he wasn’t really sure what he’d said to cause her angst.
Those pouty lips and come-hither bedroom eyes just begged for attention, and he’d be damned if he let any of those jokers in the bar near her. Not when she was wedged so firmly under his skin already. He hadn’t been kidding when he said it’d be safer for her back at the ranch. There he could keep an eye on her, make sure she didn’t end up with some guy who could really hurt her.
And why the hell did he care about her getting hurt? She wasn’t his anything. Damn, listening to Dustin wax poetic love for Shannon was starting to rub off on him and turn him into a pussy. He didn’t care how many grandchildren his mother wanted. He wasn’t ready to get married.
Realizing she was waiting for him to speak, he gave a lazy grin and lifted his shoulder. “I’m up for an adventure.” And he hoped she was, too.
Sara grinned, and the brilliance took his breath away.
She locked the bathroom door, barring anyone else entry and crooked her finger. “Well, let’s get to exploring.”
Shit, yeah. Let’s go exploring.
Both books can be purchased at: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/wildcatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=134 or on Amazon.