Cowboy is Mine is releasing tomorrow!
I’ve also started on Book 6, The Discreet Cowboy. Here is the cover. I’m not going to reveal who the hero is, not yet…but I’ve gotten request after request asking me to hurry and write his story. Can you guess who the hero is?
This is a great time to catch up on the Cowboys of Nirvana if you haven’t already.
Here’s a tidbit of COWBOY IS MINE:
“Baby, that outfit’s not just hot, but this is a forest fire and I’m a superhero fireman ready to lend a hand.” He’d never been close to creaming in his jeans before, but if he wasn’t careful, he might be embarrassed.
She slowly swiveled, giving him an eyeful of her legs encased in the fishnet stockings as she sashayed her way across the small space of his cabin. The heels clanked against the wooden planks and her bare bottom made him salivate. She leaned against his dresser, bending her right knee and planting her heel against her calf in a Marilyn Monroe exotic stance. Fuck if he wasn’t ready to drop to his knees and plead with her to put him out of his misery.
“Okay, fireman, what fire would you like to extinguish first?” She brought her finger to her lips. “Here?” She leisurely lowered her fingertips over her chin, down the length of her neck, and stopped at the tops of her breasts that were teasingly visible in the mesh. “Here?” She tapped one pale globe. The outfit looked perfectly snug, showing off her slender waist and voluptuous hips that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “Or here?” She parted her inner thighs ever so slightly.
“I hope you don’t have to give the outfit back to your friend because those stockings will be in shreds when I’m finished.” He strolled closer, stopping within several feet, keeping his distance intentionally because he wasn’t sure it was safe to touch her without exploding from the inside out.
Her laughter sounded like a sweet melody—teasing his bulging nerves. She slipped up onto the low dresser, crossing one leg over the other and lifting one knee high. The dresser should have been a hot rod classical car. She rubbed her toes up and down her calf, deliberately and erotically. His cock ached as it pressed against his zipper.
“Is there a proper time when I’m allowed to touch? I mean, I’m good with watching, but I can’t wait to get my hands on you, around you, and do sweet wonderful things to that body,” he growled.
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