It’s almost here! The holiday season. You’re either grimacing and giving me the middle finger or you’re racing to your attic to dig out your decorations.
For me, the holiday season means shopping. And whooeeee do I love shopping! I can shop anywhere–shoulder-to-shoulder with Black Friday crazies or sitting at my computer sipping hazelnut iced coffee (homemade of course!).
Shopping at this time of year means SALES! So I jumped on the bandwagon with 6 other awesome authors and we’re bringing you 7 titles at 99c each! Nov 27-Dec 4 you can find those here.
Holiday time also means I’m filled with the spirit of giving. I hand out gifts to family, friends and friends of friends. I stuff lottery tickets in envelopes for teachers and bus drivers and anyone who enriches my kids’ lives.
Since ya’ll touch MY life, I’m going to give away an awesome Wild and Wicked Cowboys tote bag.
How do you win? Leave a comment, of course! Winner will be drawn randomly. Contest closes on Nov 28.
Other goodies from Em:
I’m giving away a photograph of Jax from Sons of Anarchy! Signed by…drumroll…Charlie Hunnam! Enter rafflecopter here.
AND I’m giving away a signed poster of gorgeous, hunky country boy model Gary Taylor if you sign my guest book.
Because I’m a giver, I’m going to leave you with not 1 hot cowboy but 2! Read on for a smoldering excerpt from REINING MEN now available for pre-order and in your e-reader Dec 30!
Steam rose from the water and wove around Jack as he sank into the hot tub. Pleasure crossed his face, but Lissy didn’t notice that too long. She was too busy being jealous of the dew on his chest. She wanted to be those water droplets.
His muscles rippled as he took a seat in the water. Paul rounded the corner, and her breath caught. Damn, he looked good in a towel. His chiseled abs drew her attention—until he dropped the terrycloth.
He stepped into the water and extended a hand to her. “Come in, darlin’.”
Fighting the shiver that raced down her spine, she took his hand and dipped a toe into the hot water. Groaning, she stepped in all the way and seated herself next to Jack. Paul pressed close on her other side.
The jets spewed bubbles, and she focused on them until her vision blurred. How had she gotten here? Not only to the ranch but how had she become a cowboy sandwich filling?
Muscles hemmed her in. They’d just blown her mind, and it seemed Paul had broken through the barrier that had once held him back. He relaxed against the back of the hot tub, arms stretched out and his hand on Jack’s shoulder. Their camaraderie was evident, but the way they stared at each other… Lissy had a hard time looking away.
“Lean back,” Jack said, his hand heavy on her upper thigh. She rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled against Paul’s side.
Fatigue washed through her as the heat and jets massaged her. The hot tub was set between high walls, hidden from the ranch. The guys had assured her the others were in the auditorium and no one would see them.
“What’s going on in the auditorium?” she asked.
“A munch,” Jack said.
She flushed to the roots of her hair, imagining all those cowboys taking turns “munching” on the women.
“It’s a term for a social gathering for people interested in BDSM. We have one most weeks.”
“We didn’t think you’d want to, but if you wanna go—”
She cut Jack off. “No. I’m happy with the hot tub.”
Damn, was she. Best decision ever.
Smiling to herself, she felt her muscles loosen a little more.
Paul’s fingers came at her, walking up until Jack’s joined his and eight fingers met at the V of her legs. How was it possible that she was instantly revving already? She’d just had two huge orgasms and countless ones with Jack in the days leading up to this.
Paul spread her pussy lips, and Jack delved his finger inside.
“Ahhhh.” She squeezed her eyes closed, letting them take over. They pressed her between them, and she heard the wet meeting of lips. Jack teased her inner walls with slow finger thrusts, curling the tip against a spot that made her pussy flood.
The hot tub sputtered and the bubbles stopped. With a grunt, Paul removed his hand. Lissy bit off a moan of disappointment.
“Damn jets.” Paul got out of the hot tub, water streaming off his tanned flesh and cutting paths through his thigh hair. She and Jack watched him circle around the unit that obviously housed the controls.
He dried his hands on a towel and slung it over his shoulder. Seeing a man crouch in the buff was…whoooeee. Lissy would have started sweating if she wasn’t already so warm.
“Nice fucking view, man,” Jack said.
Paul shot him a grin before opening the panel and fiddling around. A second later the jets hummed to life again, and bubbles popped around them.
As Paul strutted back to their seat, she could see how proud he was of himself.
“Paul’s Mr. Fix-It around here. Even though he spends his days in the bungalows, he’s often called out to repair things on the ranch.”
“I don’t mind. I enjoy working with my hands.”
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