Wolves can be cowboys, too.

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And n ow back to our shifter cowboy.
Checkout Branded By Lust, #4 in my Night Seekers series.

Not only is their headquarters on a ranch in Texas called Desolation Ranch, but the hero of this book, Logan Tanner, a shifter, is a former deputy in Montana and still owns a ranch there. When he is sent there on the latest Chupacabra case, he takes with him as his partner Rebecca Black, whom he met in Book #3. It’s her first intro to his ranch but sher loves it..

Logan Tanner is on a mission to track down the legendary Chupacabra. Part of Night Seekers, a group of former law enforcement members who’ve lost loved ones to the terrifying devil beast, Logan will stop at nothing to find and eliminate the threat. Until a complication arises—a sexy complication by the name of Rebecca Black, a recent addition to the team, equally determined to kill the monster wreaking havoc in the Montana wilderness.
Bound by purpose, neither Logan nor Rebecca are prepared for the red-hot chemistry between them, the lust that’s turning into love. But hunting the Chupacabra is dangerous work…perhaps a task too dangerous for their passion to endure.


They ate quickly then left Eve working in the kitchen. Bundled into her fleece-lined jacket and boots, with silk long johns under her jeans, Rebecca followed Logan out to the barn. The coffee and biscuits had replenished her energy and the bite of the cold air assured her she’d be fully awake. Logan held the two thermoses and she carried the cloth thermal bags with the rest of the biscuits. The landscape was a sea of frozen white snow dotted with stands of Ponderosa pines, their needles dusted with white.
“Where are the cattle?” she asked, looking around.
“In the winter pasture about a mile from here.” Logan pointed. “There’s more shelter there to serve as windbreaks and we planted hardier grain.”
“What about when you get massive snowfalls?” She looked at the sky, which today happened to be a bright clear blue. “What do you do then?”
“We have commercial snow blowers we use. And the hands take feed out to them for as long as they need to. It’s important to make sure they don’t lose weight. Also we have to check when there’s a storm for any strays that get stranded.”
“I had no idea your place was this big.”
His face sobered for a moment. “My brother and I bought it together. When he was alive we both owned it. He built his house at the other end of the property and I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do anything with it. Eve Turner makes sure it’s kept in shape inside.”
They were both silent for a moment, Rebecca fully aware of the sorrow gripping him.
“So exactly how much land do you have?”
“Sixty four hundred acres. I know that sounds like a lot, but not all of it is usable land. There are heavy stands of Ponderosa pines and in some areas the outcropping from the mountains intrudes. We had to mark off the acreage that could be planted and we stagger the grain crops for summer and winter. Anyway, we got it in a foreclosure at a price we couldn’t walk away from.”
She stared around her. “Where do the Turners live?”
Logan pointed past the barns. “Just beyond that thick stand of pines. You can’t see their house from here.
“Ranching sure isn’t for the faint of heart, is it?”
He looked back at her and grinned. “No but it sure separates the men from the boys.”
“Sexist,” she laughed.

As their case progresses, the heat between the two of them is enough to melt the Montana snows”:

Rebecca lay back on the pillows, her body vibrating with need, watching as Logan swiftly undressed. Her mouth watered as his cock sprang free, full and swollen, the head a dark purple. She wanted it inside her. Now.
Then he went about the business of undressing her, removing her unclasped bra first and taking a moment to graze each nipple with his teeth. Unzipping her jeans he slid them down her legs along with her panties and tossed both items to the side. He paused a moment, his gaze taking in every naked inch of her body. Then he knelt on the bed between her thighs and proceeded to kiss every inch of exposed skin, lingering on her navel, the seam where hip and thigh joined, the skin just above the curls covering her mound.
At last he opened the lips of her pussy and flicked his tongue in one long slide from end to end and back, taking care to swirl the tip around her clit. He did it again, then lapped at the wet pink flesh surrounding her opening. She bent her legs and planted her feet, arching up to him.
More. I want more. I want everything.
When at last he thrust his tongue inside her the muscles of her cunt clamped down on it and the first tremors of orgasm rolled up from deep inside her. Logan used his mouth to carry her over the edge and beyond, not lifting his head until he’d wrung every last spasm from her, every last twitch of response.
When he lifted his head his lips were gleaming with her juices. He kissed her, sharing her taste with her, a sharp taste that mingled with Logan’s own particular masculine flavor. The flavors mingling on her tongue were a sharp aphrodisiac, arousing her even as her body lay sated beneath him.
Rebecca smoothed her hands over the taut muscles of his shoulders and his back, loving the feel of his skin and the lay of muscles beneath it. And all the while he was kissing his way down her body again, taking his time as he had before so that no spot on her body was left untouched or untasted. As he used his mouth and tongue and hands her body responded and the desire inside her grew and grew.
Her skin was ultrasensitive, as if the top layer had been peeled back and all her nerve endings were exposed. At every touch of Logan’s mouth or tongue pleasure bubbled through her. The tremors in the muscles of her pussy set up a series of vibrations that raced through her. When he invaded her cunt with his tongue again, using the thumb and forefinger of one hand to torment her clit, to her amazement a climax gripped her and shook her even more fiercely than the previous one.
As she lay panting on the bed, trying to drag air back into her lungs, Logan pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and sheathed himself quickly. She was pleased to see that his hands trembled just a little. His iron control as he’d worked her body had amazed her but now she realized he wasn’t as unaffected as she’d thought.
“Let me touch you,” she begged, eager to wrap her fingers around his thick cock. “I want to do things to you, too.”
His laugh was unsteady. “Babe, if you did we’d be finished before we even started. It’s all I can do to hold myself together to give you pleasure. We’ll get to it. I promise. But first this.”
He spread her legs wider as he knelt between them again, holding his shaft in one hand and guiding it toward her opening. The thick head nudged against her pussy lips, pressing them apart before inching slowly inside her.




About desiree01holt

I'm an author of erotic romance, a lot of them with very hot cowboys.
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6 Responses to Wolves can be cowboys, too.

  1. Mary Preston says:

    Loving the hat & the excerpt & all of it really.

  2. Tracie says:

    Great cover candy! As much as I try not to judge a book by the cover the truth is it does make a difference to have a visual of the characters and he is someone that oozes sexy. Add in the smokin’ hot excerpt and Branded By Lust has made it to the top of my TBR list.
    Good luck and happy writing!

  3. Molly Ann Wishlade says:

    Gorgeous extract! Gorgeous cover! Gorgeous hat! 🙂

  4. Thanks for the comments, ladies.And Tracie, email me at desireeholt@desireeholt.com. You won the hat!

  5. Jana Leah says:

    Enjoyed the excerpt!

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