Everyone Remembers their First by Paty Jager

 

firstridecollectionbannerSaddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget. All of these for only $0.99!

I’m excited to have Davis: Letters of Fate in this box set. It’s a historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.

Excerpt from Davis: Letters of Fate

By Paty Jager

Davis knew the man who walked through the door must be the Justice of the Peace. On the ride from Roaring Springs Ranch to J.P.’s ranch, his brother-in-law had told Davis the man was meeting them here.

Mariella wasn’t unpleasant to look at. She had light brown, curly hair. He knew it was curly because of the wisps curling around her face, otherwise it was pulled up in a bun. The smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks gave her a youthful appearance. Talking with Mariella, her hazel eyes changed with her mood. His first sight of her had pleased him. She was nothing like his dainty Sarah. There was no comparison to his late wife. The dress Mariella wore showed off her wide child-baring hips, ample breasts, small waist, and broad shoulders. And her height. She stood a good two inches taller than his five-ten.

What did concern him was her riding and working cattle like a man. Granted she was as big as many men and no doubt strong, but a mother should care for the children.

“Davis, this is Mr. Cline, the Justice of the Peace, I was telling you about,” J.P. said, leading the man over to Davis.

Davis stood, shook hands with the man, and wondered if he should go through with this.

After they shook hands, Mr. Cline turned to Mariella. “Mrs. Swanson, are you sure you’re ready to remarry?”

Mariella shook her head. “I’m not sure. But Peter French has given me no choice.”

The venom as she said the other rancher’s name, caught Davis’s attention. He felt there was more to the feud than she was telling. Her indecision about marrying after meeting him was a bit of a blow to his ego. He hadn’t expected her eyes to light up with interest when they met, but her having second thoughts after talking with him didn’t give him hope of an easy marriage.

Ernestine moved to put an arm around Mariella’s waist. “Mr. Cline, I’m sure you’ve heard how Mr. French is pushing squatters and homesteaders out of Blitzen Valley. He’s now trying to take Blitzen Canyon. That is Mariella and her children’s home. She needs a husband to keep her land. My brother needed a change in his life. This is a good thing.”

Davis stared at his sister. She didn’t need to tell a stranger his problems. This matter was between him and Mariella. He held out a hand to Mariella. “We need to talk alone.”

Mariella ignored his outstretched hand, but headed for the door of the house. He followed, tossing over his shoulder. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Outside, standing in the warm May sunshine, Davis walked over to where Mariella stood stroking a harnessed horse’s neck.

“Mariella, I understand this marriage is being forced on you. That you’d rather deal with it on your own but can’t. I didn’t want to remarry. Ever. It’s too painful to lose someone you love. You know this, having lost your husband brutally.”

She nodded and wiped at her tears with her fingers.

“What we have to decide isn’t if we will ever love one another, but can we get along. Do you think we can work together to keep your ranch?” Davis leaned against the wagon wheel behind the horse she pet.

Mariella cleared her throat. “I don’t know about getting along. You seem a bit citified to help on the ranch, but if you can help me keep this ranch, I’m willing to give it a try. I’m running out of choices.”

“All I can tell you is I will do my best to help you keep the ranch. My goal in coming here was to change my life and leave memories behind. Helping you may just be my only salvation.” Davis didn’t know why, but since seeing the woman, he wanted to help her keep a ranch he’d never seen.

“You seem to be a reasonable man and with some intelligence. I’d be a fool to turn down someone willing to help.” Mariella held out her hand.

Davis felt stung a bit by the ‘man of some intelligence’ comment but he understood her desperation. He clasped her hand and they shook.

“Come on. Let’s make this legal so you can explain all the problems on the way to the ranch.”

Mariella smiled. The first one he’d witnessed since meeting her. Her eyes turned a golden brown and her face glowed with youthfulness. That smile took his breath away.

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Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

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Donna Michaels: Two New Military Cowboys

Hello, everyone! I’m so excited to have a new Harland County crossover release, and the pre-order for my second book with Entangled! Best part? Both heroes are my favorite kind: cowboys and military.

First, I’m thrilled to have a new release in Sable Hunter’s 3rd Hell Yeah Kindle World this month with HER HELL NO COWBOY, part of my Harland County series. This book features Lincoln McCall, the twin to Logan who was my hero in Her Hell Yeah Cowboy. Here’s the blurb and all the cover yumminess!

Keeping it light has never involved more heart

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Cover photo by Cover Me Photography with Orestis Papapetrou

Blurb:

Ever since his first deployment, Lincoln McCall came home a changed man, swapping life philosophies with his twin brother. No more playing it safe, or by the rules, or looking for “Miss Right”. Hell no. But holding onto that concept is hard after Linc fell into a pool with his arms full of the one that got away.

Coming out of the fog from her husband’s death, Ashely Patterson wants to live a little, have fun…feel alive. So when the sexy cowboy she crushed on in her youth hires her to work on his house, she gives herself permission to enjoy the attraction sizzling between them…after all, she’s only there temporarily, and he doesn’t do relationships.

But when their feelings turn serious, she’s in a heap of trouble. Linc is in the military. So was her husband and that got him killed. She can’t risk her heart to another man who could deploy and never return. Hell no. It was better to leave and take her heart with her. 

Now, if only she could figure out how to get the cowboy to give it back.

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Excerpt:

“Did you want another cooler?” he asked, gathering the empty pizza box and plates before he rose.

“No. I’m good.” She’d nursed hers, too afraid to have more for fear she’d do something foolish—like press Linc back into the cushions and kiss him until she couldn’t see straight.

She grabbed Stef’s bottle, and carried it, along with hers, into the kitchen and set them on the counter. Moving the curtain aside, she glance out the window above the sink.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, moving close to peer out too.

Forcing her body to ignore the brush of his broad chest against her arm, Ashley concentrated on his question. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just looking to see if Stef sent out a bat signal for you.”

Laughing, he released the curtain and turned to face her. “I’m pretty certain there was only one bat.”

“Oh, trust me, if there were more, you would’ve known by now, and not with a light in the sky. Her scream would’ve reached all the way here.” That woman had a set of lungs. Ashley had temporarily gone deaf from her friend’s startled cry earlier.

“The bat was probably more afraid of her, flying round and round, trying to get the hell out. Bet he warned all his bat buddies to steer clear of the banshee in the cabin, too.”

She laughed, not just because it was funny, but because it was probably true.

He leaned his hip against the counter and folded his arms across his chest. “I’ve had the integrity of my eardrums tested several times. You don’t want to be in the truck with her on the highway when a bug hits the windshield if the windows are up. My ears were ringing for hours.”

The teasing gleam in his eyes told her he was exaggerating, but she chuckled anyway.

“Well, I guess I should get going. Stef was my ride home. But, it’s a mild night, so I won’t mind walking.”

He straightened. “Like hell you will.” All traces of amusement were gone from his gaze, leaving his face tight with serious concern. “It’s too late at night. I’ll take you home.”

“No. I don’t want to impose. I’ll be fine.”

“Ash.” He set a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You don’t seriously think I’d mind, do you?”

It was suddenly hard to draw air into her lungs, or form a thought, or word. She had enough sense to shake her head, but not enough to move.

Or stop her gaze from dropping to his mouth.

He had a great mouth, not too full or thin, sort of chiseled just right. It matched his strong jaw, and the dusting of five o’clock shadow upped his sexiness to irresistible status.

Did he taste as good as he looked?

He sucked in a breath. “You need to stop looking at me like that. You’re killing me.”

But she didn’t want to stop. Her body was filled with too much excitement. Too much anticipation. Too much need, to stop.

“I don’t want to do either,” she whispered, turning to fully face him and set a hand on his chest. It was warm and solid, and his heartbeat strong and sure under her palm. All the reassurance she needed to step into him and cup his face with her other hand. “I’m tired of fighting this.”

He cupped her face with both hands and stared deeply into her eyes. Apparently he was satisfied with what he saw because he slowly lowered his mouth.

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Now, I’d love to share my new cover and blurb to my upcoming Entangled release, HER SECRET RANGER!! This is the 2nd book in The Men of At Ease Ranch series and I’m so excited to share Brick’s story with everyone! And yes, Lula Belle the cow makes another appearance or two.

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Kissing the sexy soldier was a dare she couldn’t resist…

By-the-book event planner Beth Brannigan’s best friend dared her to kiss a cowboy. She should have said no. Instead, she said please…again and again. If her brother finds out she’s dating—okay, kissing—okay, sleeping with—one of his military buddies, he’ll kill her. Assuming he doesn’t kill his friend first.

Former Army Ranger Brick Mitchum isn’t a relationship kind of guy. But then he meets Beth and starts to wonder if maybe it’s time he settled down. She’s mysterious. Unpredictable. Curvy in every way he needs… And hiding something. He’s just got to figure out what. 

Releasing March 6th

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A cowboy threesome for just 99 cents for three days only

That’s right. For three days you can get your copy of Knockin’ Boots for just 99 cents. Two hot cowboys and a sexy woman. How can you beat it?

For years, Dan and Kylie Franklin have searched for someone who can fill in all the missing blanks in their situation. When fate brings Clint Gorman into their lives, the instant attraction runs hot and deep. After a night of intense, sweaty sex, there’s no doubt he’s the one for them. But when Clint’s past comes to light, they’re forced to decide whether or not the connection they felt is enough to keep the three of them together.

Excerpt:

“I don’t know if Dan mentioned it but I do have a secret wish.” Kylie looked at Dan who nodded. “We would love to find someone who would move in with us permanently. Of course, that would be asking an awful lot of someone.”

“Yeah?” Clint tried not to show his surprise. He’d been in a lot of one night ménages. Sometimes even two. But permanent? Would that ever interest him? He gave the other man a questioning look. “And you’d be okay sharing your wife like that? On a regular basis?”knockin-boots

Dan drained the last of his beer and set the empty on the little table beside the couch. “Hell, yes. I mean, I know there would be a lot of logistics and specifics to work out, but if we could find someone on our wavelength, someone we both wanted to include, that would be the ideal.”

“But that’s just a dream you know?” Kylie leaned into her husband. “Today let’s enjoy each other. I’m more than ready”

“Sounds good to me.” Yeah, he was more than damn ready, too.

He wondered if when it was his turn he could get Kylie to straddle him in this chair and ride him hard. At the thought his poor cock, which was already in distress, about strangled itself trying to get free. He tugged on the worn denim of his jeans, trying to ease the pressure.

Kylie, noticing, gave a low, throaty laugh that sizzled his nerve endings.

“Got a little problem there, Clint?”

“No, I’m good.” But of course he wasn’t. His cock wanted out right now.”

“Maybe I can help you there.” She set her bottle down beside Dan’s hopped off his lap and walked over to the recliner, reaching out her hand. “May I?”

He didn’t know exactly what she was asking permission for but what the hell? He nodded, his eyes dropping to her cleavage and the tempting sweat of her breasts.

She unfastened the button at the top of his jeans, slowly lowered the zipper and reached inside. Her fingers eased his shaft through the fly of his boxer briefs and closed lightly over his flesh, stroking it a few times. At her touch heat flashed through his entire body and his cock flexed.

Holy shit! They didn’t waste much time on preliminaries or social niceties. Well, that was fine by him. He wasn’t much for conversation anyway.

“Mmm.” She ran her tongue over her plump lower lip in a teasing motion. “This man really has it, sweetie. Maybe you should show him what you’ve got, too.”

Dan stood up and as if she’d asked him nothing more than to move a pillow began stripping off his clothes. When his dick popped free Clint was sure it rivaled his in length and breadth. The thought popped into his mind that if they both fucked her at once they’d be filling every inch of her. He hoped she was up for it because the image of it made his mouth water.

His eyes widened in surprise, though, once Dan was naked, to see him pull his boots back on.

“Surprised? Yeah, we’ve got this little fetish. We like to fuck with our boots on.” The man nodded at the box Clint had placed next to his helmet beside the chair. “Good chance to break your new ones in.”

Clint smothered a smile. This gave a whole new meaning to the term knocking boots.

“Okay, but you have to tell me how it started. You can’t just throw it out there like that.”

They looked at each other and Dan grinned.

“We were out in the truck one night, stopped to have a beer and got so horny we couldn’t wait to get home. I always keep blankets in the bed of the truck but Kylie kept kicking them off and our feet got cold. We discovered it gave us a little extra thrill to do it with our boots on.”

Clint burst out laughing. “Well, that’s as good a reason as any.”

Kylie reached down to rub Clint’s balls before moving back to the couch and resettling herself on Dan’s lap. Her husband immediately unfastened the tie at the top of her halter, lowering the material and letting her generous breasts spill free. He pinched each taut nipple hard, making Kylie gasp with what sure sounded like pleasure.

Jesus!

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A Train Ride, a Rodeo, a Ghost Tour, and a Book Signing! Randi Alexander

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Delilah Devlin: Hot SEALs on a Cruise Ship!

So, today’s offering doesn’t feature cowboys, but Charter Group, which all my former SEALs work for, is headquartered in Dallas. So, does that count? 🙂

Do you have room in your hearts for SEALs right alongside those sexy cowboys? How about a SEAL who falls hard for a feisty disabled vet? Thought so. Here’s what the book is about, and I’ve included an excerpt. Hope you enjoy it!

Hard SEAL To Love

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The bigger they are, the harder they fall…

Former SEAL, “Big Mac” McLane, is sure he earned all kinds of bad karma somewhere when his first mission with Charter Group is guarding the “Love Boat” and its activity director. Okay, so the cruise line is sponsoring a special cruise for wounded soldiers and their families–a great cause–but Big Mac doesn’t do well around families and children, and Kylie Hammond is cute, but he feels like he has two left feet whenever she’s around. But he’s going to do his job, keep it strictly business, fade into the background whenever she’s around, but it seems Kylie has other ideas…

Kylie knows the big SEAL isn’t exactly gung-ho for his new assignment, but she can’t be more pleased. The big man’s the yummiest thing she’s ever seen, and coaxing blushes and glares from him becomes her favorite sport. But then things begin to go wrong aboard ship, people disappear, and then someone’s killed. The thing her charity most feared–a terrorist attack at sea–appears to be underway. Now, she has to trust Big Mac and his team to keep her wounded soldiers safe.

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The Real McCoy by Sabrina York: First Ride Cowboy Collection

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

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First Ride Cowboy Collection

You Never Forget Your First…

 

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget.

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The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

 

Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

 

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

 

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

 

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

 

Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

 

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

 

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

 

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

 

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

 

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager

A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

 

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

 

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

 

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

 

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

 

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

 

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

 

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

 

 

 

Get a taste of:

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
Book 1 in the Stripped Down Cowboys Series
It’s like Magic Mike…with cowboys!

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At a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, she meets the gruff, dominant man of her dreams. It’s too bad the sexy stripper is only a pretend cowboy…or is he?

When Crystal Wilson gets roped into a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, the last thing she wants to do is tangle with a bunch of half-naked men pretending to be cowboys. But when she meets Ford McCoy, she can’t help but be attracted to his dark, dominant, gruff appeal.

What she doesn’t know is that Ford isn’t a stripper. He’s her friend’s overprotective brother, there to make sure his little sister doesn’t get into any trouble. She’s surprised at the passion that flares between them. In fact, what she has with Ford might just be what she’s been looking for all along.

It’s a pity the sexy rancher isn’t in the market for a city girl.

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She shouldn’t have taken the shot.

For God’s sake, what had she been thinking? She’d been on a low-carb, low-calorie diet—with no alcohol—for a month. Not because Blaine had called her fat. That had nothing to do with it. She just wanted… She just wanted to do it for herself. Yeah.

It wasn’t like he was coming back or anything. And it wasn’t like she’d let him.

But it would be awesome to run into him somewhere, say the bank or the coffee shop or that bar on Grill Street, looking like a vixen. She only had ten pounds to go to hit vixen weight. It was a helluva ten pounds. They didn’t seem to want to budge.

And damn, she really wanted something to eat.

And damn, the tequila had hit her hard.

So hard she’d left the weekend kickoff party—although, to be honest, she’d wanted to leave since the pumping music and the grinding bodies and the strobing lights were starting to make her eyelid twitch. As down-home country as the bedrooms were at this ranch-slash-resort, they sure knew how to throw a bacchanal at night.

It was pleasanter out here behind the house, staring up at the stars and enjoying the kiss of a soft breeze. There were no sounds but the rustle of the leaves in the trees, the crickets and the occasional croak of a frog.

Her head hardly spun at all.

She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined how amazing it would feel to be twenty-one again and interested in those kinds of men. To rub against a hard chest and feel his thickly muscled arms hold her close.

But none of those boys had ignited a flicker of interest in her. They’d all been rubbed smooth. Although several of them, and one in particular, had made it clear he wanted to dance for her.

It was a damn shame.

It would have been fun.

What kind of man would she want, if she wanted a man? Tall, for sure. Broad. Hard. Rough. Maybe a little wicked twinkle in his eye.

A door slammed to her right and her eyes flew open. She blinked as a man strode toward her through the shadows. Her heart lurched and the breath caught in her throat. Yes, her heart whispered. Yes. That was the kind of man she wanted.

He was big, and broad and roped with muscle. His stride was sure, determined and powerful. He wore boots that kicked up dust with every step, and chaps and even a Stetson. He had high cheekbones and a well-formed brow. His square chin was spattered with a dark shadow. His shirt was buttoned.

He looked like a real cowboy.

He looked like a man.

This guy could dance for her. No problem. She’d love to have him rub himself all over her—

His steps stalled as he caught sight of her.

“Well, hey there, cowboy,” she purred. It was probably the tequila purring, but he didn’t seem to care. He peered into the shadows.

She did him the favor of moving into the light. She liked that his nostrils flared and his throat worked. He touched the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”

Ooh. Ma’am.

Sexy. This stripper knew how to play a role.

“You’re late,” she said.

He blinked. “Late?”

“The party’s already started.” She sidled up to him—again, the tequila; normally she would never sidle up to anybody—and put her hand on his chest. The muscles rippled in response and something inside her rippled as well. It was probably her womb. Crying out for a visitor.

It had been a while, after all.

She leaned closer, against him, and it was good. She nestled her nose in his beautiful neck and took a whiff. And daham, he smelled sinful. Wicked. Alluring.

“What is that fragrance?” she asked. She needed to know. Wanted to bathe in it.

He chuckled; the sound rumbled through her. “Soap.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” She scudded her palm over his chest, his thick arms and down to his trim waist. He held steady as she explored, staring at her through insanely thick lashes. It should be illegal for a man to have lashes like that. His features were locked and hard. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You’re hard,” she murmured. Oh, God, he was.

“Yes, ma’am. I am.” This he said in a low purr, one that gave a sizzle of double entendre to the words.

Something cracked inside her. It was probably the remainder of her pickled restraint. He was the hottest man she’d ever seen, much less touched. His heat soaked into her and melted her, liquefied her.

She couldn’t stop her roving exploration and wouldn’t have anyway. Her hand drifted lower. His body tightened, his breath hitched as she reached his belt. And then she found him.

Her knees locked. Her pulse rocketed through her veins. Because Jesus God, he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard…

About the Author

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical, contemporary and fantasy sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the Seymour Agency  Visit her webpage at http://www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests.

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Valentine’s Day with Guest Blogger B.J. Daniels

B.J. Daniels Valentine’s Day Q&A

About B.J. Daniels:

B.J. Daniels’ life dream was to write stories. After a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist, she wrote and sold 37 short stories before she finally wrote her first book. Since then she has won numerous awards including a career achievement award for romantic suspense.

She lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, three Springer Spaniels, Spot, Ace and Jem. When she isn’t writing, she snowboards, camps, boats, quilts and plays tennis.

About Renegade’s Pride:

The renegade cowboy returns

It’s been nine years since Trask Beaumont left Gilt Edge, Montana, with an unsolved crime in his wake, and Lillian Cahill has convinced herself she’s finally over him. But when the rugged cowboy with the easy smile suddenly shows up at her bar, there’s a pang in her heart arguing the attraction never faded. And that’s dangerous, because Trask has returned on a mission to clear his name and win Lillie back.

Tired of running, Trask knows he must uncover the truth of the past before he can hope for a future with the woman he’s never forgotten. But if Lillie’s older brother, the sheriff, learns that Trask is back in town, he’ll arrest him for murder. Now Trask is looking for a showdown, and he won’t leave town again without one—or without Lillie.

 

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Questions:

What’s your favorite romantic comedy, book or movie?

I won’t tell you how many times I’ve watched the movies French Kiss, Overboard and American Dreamer (the one where she gets amnesia and thinks she’s a heroine in a novel.) I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

First author hero?

A lusty adventurer married to the sea, Captain Brandon Birmingham who courted scorn and peril when he abducted the beautiful fugitive Heather Simmons from the tumultuous London dockside. J My first romance was Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’s THE FLAME AND THE FLOWER. Whew. It was pretty hot when it came out in the early 1970s. I fell in love with both Brandon and romance.

Favorite cookie/dessert?

I love cookies and love to bake. I have my mother’s gingersnap recipe. It has to be my favorite and a favorite of my daughter’s as well. They are crisp and yet soft inside. Yum, now I’m going to have to bake some.

What are you doing for Valentine’s Day this year?

The week before Valentine’s Day is my husband’s and my 20th wedding anniversary!! So we’ll be celebrating clear up to Valentine’s Day. My husband will make me a special dinner. If you follow me on Facebook, you know what a great cook he is. And there might be candy hearts. Just sayin’.

My favorite thing about Valentine’s Day is…

Oh, come on, you know what’s coming… Taking a moment to appreciate those you love. And the candy hearts. J

Excerpt for BJ Daniels – Renegade’s Pride (9780373789269)

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“Thank you, Lillie Girl,” her father said as she pulled up in front of his cabin. “No need to see me in. The pack rats probably carried off most every­thin’ and left a mess ta boot.”

She shuddered to think what the inside of the cabin looked like as she watched him lift his pack and the bag of groceries she’d insisted on. “How long will you be staying out of the mountains?”

He looked up toward the Judiths, still snowcapped. “As long as I can stand it.” Lewis and Clark had dis­covered the mountains on their expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Clark named them after his soon-to-be wife, Judith.

You’ll let me know before you leave.” What if Flint was right about their father? What might hap­pen to him up there alone, let alone in the mountains?

Ely met her gaze. “Don’t worry about me,” he said as if reading her mind. “Your brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

She didn’t need to ask which brother. Flint was the second oldest and the one who went into law enforcement after generations of Cahills who had teetered on the edge of the law. He was also the one who seemed to think it was his job to run the fam­ily with Tuck gone. She hated how reasonable he al­ways was when just once she’d love to see him lose his cool like the rest of them. The only stupid thing her brother had ever done was marry Celeste York.

“You sure Flint wasn’t adopted?” she joked. “Or maybe you found him on your doorstep, where some­one dumped him when he was a baby?”

“He’s well-meaning,” Ely said, surprising her.

“He arrested you.”

“He did that.” Her father laughed good-heartedly. “But I wasn’t myself last night. I understand why he had to.”

Lillie shook her head. “Always by the letter of the law.”

“Yep, that’s our Flint. He’d arrest his own grand­mother if she was alive.” Ely laughed at the family joke. “But that’s only if the fool woman broke the law. It’s his job. Don’t forget that, Lillie.” He turned those gray eyes on her. “He takes bein’ sheriff seri­ously, no matter the cost to hisself.”

Her father was trying to warn her, as if he needed to remind her, what would happen if Flint found out Trask was back in town. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, touched by her father’s attempt to protect her. It filled her with fear of what the fu­ture held.

Trask was back, and when Flint found out, he’d have every resource available out looking for him. This time, Trask wouldn’t get away.

Hopefully, the cowboy had come to his senses and left town again. She preferred that over seeing him behind bars. But the thought that she wouldn’t see him again for another nine years or possibly ever was like a clenched fist around her heart.

“Take care, Lillie Girl,” her father said as he slung his pack over his shoulder and started to close the pickup door.

She nodded, her thoughts on Trask, a dangerous place for even her thoughts to be.

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And the Winners Are…

Remember last time we were here when we had the whole “boxers or briefs?” question.

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Boxers or Briefs? Leave a comment and let me know. I’ll … announce January 20th  today. Sorry, I forgot to remind myself. Nevertheless, here we are and now we have a winner(s).

Shirley Long I hope you enjoy your print copy of Cowboy Burn. Contact me with your snail mail address so I can send.

Cheryl Lemon, Corriea, Elf, alisa8, Elaine  Swinney, and Denise Schenk, you’ve each won a digital copy of Cowboy Burn. I’ll send as soon as you let me know your email address. Much thanks all for stopping by and leaving a comment.


And now for now, well not now, but tomorrow, lol.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone. Wishing you flowers, a big box of chocolates, and love from that special person in your life.

I’m sharing a scene from River’s Edge  my first Unlikely Gentlemen title. I always love my leading men, but Edge Grayson puts a smile on my face every time. He’s experiencing a whole new crop of admirers with his recent re-release in the First Ride Cowboy Collection.

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The air whispered through willow branches, lightly caressing her eyelids and River imagined it to be the gentle brush of a lover’s lips.

Her mouth curved into a smile at the whimsical notion. Sighing, she set aside that unproductive thought, forcing her attention outward to the task ahead. 

All right, the fence it will be. Definitely shades of silver and light gray with patches of charcoal almost black. In her mind she selected the colors she’d use to create the focal point when today’s sketch grew into a panoramic landscape.

Suddenly a horse approached and the rider reined to a halt on the other side of the water.

Tipping his hat back, he leaned on his pommel as he inspected the broken down fence separating River’s land from the neighbor’s.

His scrutiny seemed beyond casual interest, making her feel more than a little embarrassed at the rotting posts and fallen rails.

Even though the adjacent property had been abandoned, the Prescotts should have maintained the boundary line. Truthfully, River was at fault.

Having found the quaintly picturesque setting useful, she’d asked Amos to leave this section of fence in a state of disrepair.

She brushed aside that irritating ranch concern, and seized the muse of the moment, focusing on the cowboy.

He was a stranger and she had no reason to alert him to her presence. Before he watered his horse and left, she hastily sketched a quick image for later transfer to paint and canvas.

It startled her when, instead of riding away, he dismounted and retrieved tools from his saddlebags. Without wasting any time, he set to work fixing the broken-down fence separating them as River immortalized muscle, sweat and brawn in light pencil strokes.

When he aimed his hammer wrong, landing a solid blow to thumb instead of nail, he grunted. River stifled an echoing groan as tension coiled in her belly, responding to the guttural, primitive sound.

By midmorning, the earlier breeze had stilled and the relentless sun poured from a cloudless sky, raising the day’s temperature to scorching hot.

Inside her willow retreat, perspiration trickled from River’s forehead to her nose and dropped in a splat on her sketchpad.

Pursing her lips impatiently, she sent a stream of air upward, attempting to move the damp curls plastered to her forehead.

Abruptly, the cessation of noise below pulled her gaze back to the cowboy. He’d stopped hammering and, as she watched, he pulled his shirt over his head, wiped his face with it before dropping it on the ground.

Wishing she could discard the bodice of her riding habit in a similar manner, River settled for swiping the crumpled and damp washcloth across her face.

Prodded by earthy desire rather than artistic intent, she studied him. She had, of course, seen partially clothed male torsos before.

But not often and never in the last five years. Even from the distance of the willow tree, his masculine beauty made her insides quiver but her pragmatic nature, wince.

Has he no sense? She gloried in enjoying the sight of his exposed skin. But as the sun crept higher in the sky, his tan muscles became flaming red and her indecorous ogling gave way to concern.

By the time the sun reached overhead, she regretted her initial silence for two reasons. First, she wanted to caution the fool that his commune with nature would be sorely regretted tonight.

Much as she didn’t want her cowboy Adonis to cover an inch of skin, he needed to protect himself from the merciless rays.

Decidedly more pressing, her bladder warned that shortly she would be forced to climb from her perch, revealing her presence. As she considered methods of getting away unseen, he stopped work. 

Thank God. Tensely, she watched him gather his shirt, hanging it around his neck like a towel while putting his equipment in his saddlebags. But, instead of leaving, he led his horse to the lopping gate and came through.

His actions were innocuous enough. He scratched his horse’s muzzle affectionately, murmuring words she couldn’t hear. 

Surprising her, he mounted and rode into the river, splashing water as he crossed to her side.

He sat on his mount just below the branch she occupied, close enough for her to see details of his features she’d only guessed at before—lined forehead, bushy brows, strong jaw hidden beneath dark whiskers, bump that marred an otherwise perfectly formed nose. 

He tilted his head, drawing a deep breath as if inhaling the perfume of morning.

“Lilacs,” he murmured, his approval delivered in a gravelly voice. His gaze skated over the clearing as if seeking the flowers. 

River hastily balled her wash cloth in her hand, trying to suppress the aroma of lilac as she peeked at the man so close she could count the sun lines radiating from the corners of his eyes.

His glance turned back to his morning’s accomplishment and his expression changed to a depreciating, lop-sided grin.

 “Take a long time at the rate we’re working,” he murmured.

His horse cocked his ears, snorting as if agreeing and the cowboy patted the beast’s withers in silent communication with the animal. 

River’s heart unexpectedly jumped in response to the smile, her mouth automatically mirroring the curve of his lips. Viewing the man’s easy manner while he thought himself unobserved, her wariness abated.

Before she could anticipate his intentions or call out a warning of her presence, he dismounted, ground-tied his horse, and dropped the shirt once again.

Pope was right. Hope springs eternal. The famous poet’s admonition flitted across her mind as she waited breathlessly for more possible revelations. The cowboy didn’t disappoint.

Swiftly, he unbuckled his gunbelt and removed the chaps he wore over his denims. Piece by piece he shed the rest of his clothes, discarding them all before reaching into his saddlebag and pulling out a sliver of soap and a drying cloth. 

Grasping her pencil, River leaned forward, almost falling from her hiding spot as she prepared to draw her first live nude subject.

She had studied Hellenic art, copying pictures of naked gods and men.

Hermes of Atalante, the Roman statue by Lysippus, remained her favorite. But the sun-kissed figure below eclipsed the one-dimensional depictions in her books.

Standing thigh deep with his back turned toward her and his shoulder muscles rippling, the cowboy reached low, scooping water to wet his face and chest.

The fiery red color of his shoulders and back contrasted with the pale skin on his rump and thighs. He bent to cup water and rinsed white soap from the dark tufts of hair sprouting from his armpits.

River stared at the taut muscles in his buttocks, a jagged scar ruining the contour of the left cheek. 

And then he turned around, displaying a form more magnificent than any pictures of sculpted perfections she’d studied. Her gaze roved across his body, greedily examining and cataloging the earthy reality.

He rubbed soap over his chest, swirling white lather around his nubs, pausing to squeeze the tips between finger and thumb. Rough laughter escaped him as his manhood bobbled in response.

River’s left hand lifted of its own accord, cupping the material covering her bosom. Though only plump in wishful dreams, she secretly considered the dusty areolas circling the sensitive tips pretty.

 She imagined him caressing her flesh, pinching her nipples as he had his own and a surge of need clawed at her belly.

She bit her bottom lip, concentrating as she detailed the heavy shoulder muscles, the sprinkling of dark chest hair, and the sharp hipbones framing the flat belly. Not even his navel escaped her feathered strokes that mimicked the fine hairs that circled it before arrowing toward his groin.

As she watched, the sun’s rays highlighted a line of water that trickled down from shoulder to chest and rolled over his flat stomach.

Glistening drops collected in the dark thatch surrounding his manhood. His penis appeared more robust than the hairless groins of the marble statues she’d studied in her books.

River swallowed, trying to quell her breathless fascination with his maleness. As though her scrutiny had caused the action, he fisted his hand around his shaft and stoked the flesh between his legs until it became engorged.

She wasn’t prepared and the erotic motion caught her unawares. The pencil she gripped snapped into two parts as a flood of heat scalded her insides. She stifled a moan and forced her gaze away from the intimate act and back to the harsh planes of his face.

Almost casually, he rinsed, walked out of the water to his pile of clothes, picked up his gun, and pointed it at the approximate place where she crouched in the tree. 

“Come down from there now or I’ll start shooting.”

River Prescott has everything she’s ever wanted – except perhaps a man. The unconventional ranch owning artist is very certain she doesn’t want a husband. But sometimes she can’t help wishing for a lover; especially after her new neighbor trespasses and she gets a full-frontal view of his assets.

Edge Grayson moves onto the rundown spread he’s inherited, expecting to stay aloof from nearby town business. But between local artist, River Prescott’s determination to seduce him and protecting her from a killer on the prowl, the ex-gunslinger is finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

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Forget Me Knot by Lori King~ Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

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Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford~A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain ~She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

Lazarus by Beth Williamson ~Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir ~Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget ~She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels ~Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun ~She left town to chase her dreams; he stayed and ignored his. Can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager ~A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan ~She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn ~Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell: becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen ~Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend.

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post ~A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver ~The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis ~He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

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River’s Edge by Gem Sivad ~From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

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You Never Forget Your First…

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget.

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Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

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CROOKED E RANCH Series, ~SWEET AS CANDY~

Blurb:
Candace Marie Browne has been the head cook-hell, the only cook on the Crooked E ranch for the past three years. She’s come to care for the owner Mr. Everson like a second father and the ranch hands like brothers…all except one. Mason Edwards, foreman on the Crooked E ranch was as far from being a brother as a man could be. 

After walking in on her fiancé and her best friend going at it on her new furniture she needed a break from men altogether. So like any mature woman…Candace moved out of her hometown of Helena, Montana and picked up the first waitress job she could find in Butte and didn’t look back. That’s where Hank Everson found her a few months later and offered her the job on the E. Within a week she felt like she was home. 

Mason had noticed the beautiful redhead the moment she walked into the dining room at the E. But what really got him? Was when he saw the woman actually cringe at the dinner he had made. Every day since he’d noticed her even more. The long shiny auburn tresses, big brown puppy dog eyes, a body that was rounded in all the right areas. 

Oh yeah! He’d spent a lot of time thinking about his Candy Girl. Plus, the extra corn bread biscuits she snuck him every Friday after their weekly chili dinner didn’t hurt either. Yep, Mason had discovered Candace was…Sweet as Candy!

WARNING: This book contains numerous hot as hell cowboys, a Rottweiler who sees herself as a lapdog and a curvaceous woman who craves high-handed behavior in the bedroom from one former rodeo man.

Excerpt:

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Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

 

Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager

A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

Happy reading!

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Soon the Naked Cowboys will be gone

I’m sure many if you have heard Samhain is closing its doors the end of February. This has been a great home for me and my Naked Cowboys, but March 1 they will disappear from cyberspace. I have not yet decided where their new home will be yet so stay tuned for that. Meanwhile, here is a taste of Book #1, the story that started it all.

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SOMEONE WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ANY NAKED COWBOY BOOK

Naked is nice. But Stark naked is definitely more fun…

Reenie Davenport learned the hard way that men are cheating, promotion-thieving poison. A month after making a fresh start in Texas, she looks forward to taking a breather at her old college friend Amy’s family ranch. Instead, she’s left breathless when Amy’s very drunk, very sexy, very naked brother lands at her feet. Even as she hardens her heart, a small part of her wishes that quickly tossed towel would shift…just a little.

When Matt Stark shows up at Reenie’s door to apologize, he can barely squeeze a word past her emotional barriers. Suddenly nothing else matters except convincing her not all men are clones of her ex. Sweet-talking her into lunch is only the beginning. stark-naked

One touch, and boom! Much to Reenie’s dismay, lunch ends in a hot, flaming dessert—in her bed. Shutting Matt out isn’t as easy as simply blowing out a match. Especially since this cowboy is equally determined to unlock her heart.

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They were sprawled in the family room watching a chick flick, working on their third round of the citrusy drinks, when Reenie heard the roar of a truck engine, the squeal of brakes and the slamming of a vehicle door. She looked at Amy, raised an eyebrow.

“Probably Matt. He’s not exactly a quiet driver. Although that’s a little noisier than usual.”

The front door opened, slammed shut, and boots clacked on the hardwood floor.

“Well, well.” The low drawl sent a shiver dancing along Reenie’s spine. “Amy, you didn’t tell me we were having company. I’d have come home a lot sooner.”

His words were slurred just a little, but Amy seemed to pick up on it right away. “She’s my company, not yours, hotshot.” She frowned. “And exactly how much have you had to drink?”

Reenie stared, the man’s lopsided grin making her stomach do funny flips as it had years ago.

“Just a few shots to toast our good fortune.”

“I hope the others aren’t as toasted as you are. And that you got drunk after the papers were signed.”

“Of course.” He winked at her. “And our fortune is really, really good, kiddo.”

“I know, but holy crap, Matt. You look like the tail end of a Friday night at Charlie’s Bar.”

“Hey, give me a little break here.” He staggered into the family room, stumbled slightly and leaned against the wall for support.

“Please tell me you didn’t drive home this way.” Anxiety washed over Amy’s face.

“At least give me credit for some brains. I called the bunkhouse and Andy Givens came and fetched me.” He chuckled. “Think I cut into his night life a little. He sure took off out of here like a bat out of hell.”

“I’ll send someone to pick up your car first thing in the morning.” Amy’s voice was tight with disapproval.

“Already covered. Someone will bring it home later tonight.”

Amy sighed. “I can’t believe you got this blitzed, Matt. This just isn’t like you.”

Reenie stared at the man and the sight was a punch to the gut. Every hormone in her body raced full tilt. She’d remembered him as being cute, but this? God, this was beyond cute. A surge of lust rolled through her, making her pulse kick way up and an insistent throbbing pounded between her thighs. No wonder he was a player. He probably had to hand out numbers.

Even in his present state he was sex on the hoof. Tall and lean, his tanned face was framed with thick black hair that at the moment fell in disarray over his forehead. His long legs were encased in dark slacks that kissed every muscle and the plaid western-style shirt was open at the throat, sleeves rolled up, revealing dark hair curling on his chest and dusting his skin. The Stetson on his head was tilted to the side.

She could practically see the electricity crackle in the air between them. And even in his drunken state, she knew Matt Stark felt it too. Saw it in the darkening of those almost black eyes lit by a hot spark of interest.

Holy shit! Does he remember me the way I remember him?

“Matt, this is Reenie Davenport, We—”

“Roomed together in college,” he finished for her, giving her a wink. “I definitely remember.”

Reenie shivered. His voice was a caress, like a tongue licking at her skin.

“Yes, and we’ve got time for all the pleasantries in the morning.” Amy’s voice held an edge of annoyance. “You look like you’re about to fall down and I can smell the booze from here.”

“Hey.” He tried for indignation but in his condition couldn’t quite pull it off. “We just had a few to celebrate the deal and then… You know.” He pushed off the wall, stumbled, groped for the wall again.

Reenie watched him, transfixed. She knew she should probably excuse herself and let Amy handle the problem but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man. California had more than its share of good-looking men, but pound for pound this man had more of a sexual presence than any she’d ever met. There was just something so…earthy about him.

No, no, no. Hang out a sign on him that says Trouble. You’re off men, remember?

“Jesus, Matt.” Amy’s disgust was evident. “Come on. I’ll get you to your room, and hope Reenie won’t hold it against me that my brother’s a drunken mess.”

She set her drink aside, pushed herself out of the big leather chair and hurried to her brother’s side. Dragging his arm over her shoulder she leaned into him, maneuvering him away from the wall and into a short hallway.

“Hey,” he slurred, “how ’bout having Reenie put me to bed.” He turned his head. “Whaddaya say, Reenie?”

Reenie just stared, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Amy had a firm grip on Matt now, dragging him down the hallway. “I’m sure Reenie would say if she’d known what a bum you are she might not have come out here to visit me.”

Reenie could hear the man muttering all the way to what she guessed was his bedroom. A door closed. After a long time it opened again—click, snick—then closed. Amy’s heels tapped on the hardwood as she hurried back to the family room.

“I don’t even know how to begin apologizing to you for this…this…fiasco,” she said, reaching for her drink and downing almost half of it. “Matt’s not usually like that. Or at least if he is I don’t see it.” She sighed. “I guess he’s entitled to blow off some steam now and then. I’m just embarrassed you had to see it.”

“Hey, no harm.” Reenie smiled. “Shit happens to all of us. Remember that night our junior year when we…”

And they were off on a trip down memory lane, laughing and giggling. Suddenly Amy’s eyes widened and her face turned white then red as she stared at something past Reenie’s shoulder. Reenie turned to look and nearly passed out. Leaning in the entryway to the short hall was Matt Stark. And he was completely, starkly naked.

 

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