I’m excited to be a part of this hot group of writers. I’ll admit I did a country-girl’s-booty-shake when I was asked. I’m not sure why my wee one (a.k.a my youngest child) walked in, shook her head and walked back out. What’s wrong with these kids today? I gave birth to them, breast fed them, changed their diapers and nothing has really changed after all of these years–but at least no more poopy diapers. The least they could do is join in on my moment of glory. So what if I embarrass them at the most inopportune (opportune for me) times. How the hell was I supposed to know she had her friend with her when she walked into my office.
Anyway, for those who don’t know me (sniffle, sniffle), I love cowboys. I write cowboys. I love characters with multiple flaws (not personalities). I enjoy laying out all of my hero and heroine’s dirty laundry for readers to see. Why? Because it’s fun, and we all have a few secrets so it’s easy to relate. On occasion, I’ll write something other than cowboys. I also have a fascination for firefighters. And military. Oh shoot, I just love men! And hot romance.
Let’s get down to business. My latest release, Second Burn Cowboy, is now available on Amazon. This is Book 6 of the Second Chance Series. If you love strong but sweet cowboys, you’ll love Deckland Brooke.
HE WAS EXHAUSTED and the sooner he fell into bed, the better. He was horny and the torment wasn’t getting any better.
Storming out of the house a few hours ago, he’d rambled an excuse off to Elsa as he passed her in the kitchen on his way to the door. Hell, he couldn’t admit to her that he’d implode with need if he touched her one more time and was expected to back off.
Sometimes a man just needed to clear his head. He’d gone to Starkey’s and had a beer.
A group of women who were celebrating a bridal shower had paid for his drink. Several of them, gorgeous and smelling good, had made it obvious they were available for his taking. They’d brushed their breasts against his shoulders, laid soft hands on his forearm and looked at him with sultry gazes. He’d gotten a glance at more cleavage tonight than he had in the last year. He’d known, without a doubt, he could have propositioned one, two or more of them and they’d have screwed him senseless.
When was the last time he’d been screwed senseless?
He groaned in disappointment.
Truth was, not one woman he saw tonight had interested him. Even the most beautiful of the group didn’t fill him with a desire so dark and deep that he thought he’d starve with hunger if he didn’t have her. He had no overwhelming drive to tear any one of their clothes off, throw them into bed and make love to them until they were a trembling mass of skin and bones.
The only woman who came to mind—the one who had him raging like a savage beast—was the one he couldn’t have. The woman he had no business wanting.
Climbing the stairs, he tore his shirt from his frame. Seams ripped and he didn’t give a shit. He got to the middle of the hallway when he heard a faint sound.
A sliver of light tumbled from the crack of the opened bathroom door.
Another sound drifted to his ears. A moan?
What the hell?
“Elsa? Is that you?”
He headed in the direction of the light that beckoned him. He pushed through the open door, took one step into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks. His breath swooshed from his lungs. Elsa was in the tub, her long locks spread over the edge like a golden wave. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were a fascinating color of red. She appeared to be sleeping but her shoulder jerked.
Her pale pink nipples skimmed right above the line of water. His mouth watered and his dick cocked in observation. Another moan slipped past her trembling lips, a telltale sound that warned him she was focused.
Her back arched as the water splashed around her, her knees widened.
Bloody hell! She was touching herself.
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