It’s Hard Lovin’, 16th century Ireland or modern Texas

Did you ever hear a song that just stuck right in your brain and never let go? More years ago than I want to post here I heard Tommy Makem and The Clancy Brothers sing The Whistling Gypsy (also known as The Gypsy rover). It’s been decades and I still can’t get the song out of my head. So what’s a writer to do? Why, I put it in a story.

It’s an old Irish air that I moved into modern day Texas. I’m posting the lyrics here so you can see what the genesis of the story is.

The gypsy rover came over the hill

Down through the valley so shady

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

She left her father’s castle gate

Left her own fond lover, left her servants

And her estate

To follow the gypsy rover

Her father saddled his fastest steed

Searched these valleys all over

Seeking his daughter at great speed

And the whistlin’ gypsy rover

At last he came to a castle gate

Along the river Claydee

And there was music and there was wine

For the gypsy and his lady

“He is no gypsy, my father”, she said

But Lord of these lands all over

And I will stay till my dying day

With the whistlin’ gypsy rover

Ah dee du, ah dee du da day

Ah dee du, ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

Till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

The gypsy rover came over the hill

Down through the valley so shady

Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can’t get enough each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they’re back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?


Erin woke to the grey light of dawn filtering in through the blinds at the windows, the color of the sky before the first rays of sunlight painted it. She blinked her eyes twice, not sure at first where she was. The room was totally unfamiliar. Had she somehow woken up in an alternate universe?

Then she realized in quick order that a warm male body was spooned against her, a strong male arm was around her waist, and a very masculine leg was draped over hers. And it all came crashing back like a building imploding. The party. The noise. The crowd of people. The desperate need to escape. Smoky’s and the singer with the let-me-fuck-you voice.

And the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

Grady Sinclair.

Holy shit, what had she done?

She shifted slightly, wondering exactly what the morning after etiquette was in a situation like this. She’d never picked a guy up in a bar before. She’d gone home from a party with Cal but that was different. That had been more of her rebellion. And of course, look how well that had turned out.

She waited for the fear to sweep over her, the panic, the desperate need to escape, but all she felt was a throbbing in her pussy and an unbelievable need to feel this man inside her again.

So now what?

As if reading her thoughts Grady’s arm tightened around her and he pulled her close enough to him that she could feel his hard cock pressing against the crevice of her buttocks. For a moment she tensed, but when he shifted enough so his shaft rested against one cheek of her ass she relaxed again and let the heat bubble up inside her.

Without saying a word Grady moved one hand so it cupper her breast and the other to slide down her tummy to the curls covering her mound. His fingers drifted idly through it until he found the hot button of her clit and just like that lightening speared through her.  She clenched the muscles of her pussy against the sudden surge of need and a moan drifted from her mouth.

“Feel good, darlin?” he breathed in her ear. “Sure feels good to me. You’re already dripping wet.”

Erin wondered if she should be embarrassed at how quickly and easily she responded to him, but she felt so good she just couldn’t care.

Grady stroked her clit while a thumb and forefinger squeezed and tugged on a nipple, and twin sparks of pleasure ignited her nerve endings. Tug, tug, stroke, stroke, his arm holding her in place even as his hand probed her slit. She rocked her hips against his touch, silently urging him to rub faster and harder.

“That’s it, sugar. Ride my hand. Go on. Let me feel you.”

He nipped at the lobe of her ear as she pushed herself into his touch. The touch of his tongue licking a path along her neck was like a brush of flame dusting against her. She groaned in protest when he hooked one leg over hers and pulled it back so she was spread wide open. When she tried to squeeze her thighs together he tightened the pressure on her leg.

“Uh uh, little girl. Just like this.”

Rub, rub, rub. His fingers were doing wicked things to her cunt, stroking the lips, the clit, rimming the opening to her channel. Oh, god, she wanted him inside her. Needed to feel him there, with a desperation that threatened to consume her. But he was relentless, merciless, holding her open as he drove her to completion. She shuddered as the muscles of her pussy clenched on air and Grady squeezed her nipple and licked her skin.

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Four Books, Four Authors, One Hot Cowboy Series – Randi Alexander

Have you fed your cowboy craving this week? Here’s a suggestion. The four books of The Sons of Dusty Walker Series

Book 1, Dylan, by Jodi Redford

Book 2, Jackson, by Randi Alexander

Book 3, Killian, by Desiree Holt

Book 4, Rogue, by Sable Hunter

Here’s the book blurb for the series:

cowboy romance series

“Four Brothers, One Tainted Legacy, and a Wild, Wild Ride. Will They Survive It?”

When Dusty Walker’s untimely death brings his four sons to Red Creek, Kansas, they are in for more of a shock than just losing their father. None of them knew about the others. Nor did they expect to hear the strange terms of their father’s will. They might share last names, and even a special belt buckle, but they also share a lot of resentment. Dylan is struggling to follow his dream of being a country musician and dealing with yet another shock from the woman who suddenly came back into his life. Jackson’s life is on the rodeo circuit and doesn’t include any permanent arrangements, including a woman. Killian dreams of owning a ranch where he can raise Appaloosa horses, and he doesn’t plan to do it in Nowhere, USA. Rogue doesn’t know what to do with the naked woman in his bed nor the direction his life seems to be taking. He’s a loner, pure and simple. But if the brothers want their share of the half-billion dollar estate, they have to follow the terms of the will…one week in Red Creek running the business and getting to know each other. None of them can begin to predict how drastically their lives are about to change.



Book Blurb for Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker:

When rodeo bronc rider Jackson Walker’s father passes away, he’s shocked to find he’s not the only son of Dusty Walker. His dad had three other families at compass points around the country. When a stipulation in Dusty’s will requires him to live in his dad’s house and work at his company for one week, Jackson heads to Red Creek, Kansas to get it over with, so he can get the hell back to his regularly scheduled life.

Computer engineer Rori Hughes needs to solidify her position in Dusty’s company, but the only one of his four sons available is Jackson, and Rori has a mighty low opinion of rodeo cowboys. Finding inconsistencies in the computer files, Rori and Jackson work together to solve the mystery, but their constant contact fires a red-hot desire that burns wild between them.

Spending their days at Dusty’s opulent lakeside home, and their nights together making love, they both ignore the warning signs that point to their attraction becoming more than merely sexual. Jackson’s time in Red Creek is coming to an end, but can he follow his original plan and leave town, breaking away from smart, beautiful, sexy Rori?


Excerpt From Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker

Jackson took Rori’s hand and led her around the side of the house and down the gradual sloping walkway to the sandy lakeshore. Three docks jutted into the water, two of them holding boats and a pontoon, the other longer, with personal watercraft, both motorized and paddle-driven. A gazebo sat at the end of the dock.

“This is pretty impressive.” Rori held tight to his hand, and it felt too right to Jackson. Like she was someone he’d known for a long time.

Outside the gazebo stood a swinging seat just big enough for two, and he gestured for her to sit.

She didn’t move, just looked up at him, the orange glow of the sun shimmering in her hair, sparkling in her eyes. “Jackson.”

“Darlin’.” He stepped closer, his belt buckle brushing against her stomach. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

After glancing at the water, she blinked her pretty eyes up at him. “Throw me in?”

“Not hardly.” He slid his hands along her arms to her shoulders, slowly, gently, giving her plenty of room to say no. When she tipped her head, he had to take. Pressing his lips to hers, he let a wash of desire flood him, hardening him in his jeans, and sending his thoughts to the two of them in his bedroom.

His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, tasting sweet and sour margarita, before he pressed it inside her mouth, tasting the deep, warm spices of their supper mixed with the addictive flavor of her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Against his shirt, burning through layers of fabric, her nipples rubbed, hard and hot against his chest. She let out a little moan that made him far too wild.

Sliding one hand down her back, he cupped her ass, squeezing the firm, ripe roundness as his tongue played with hers. Then it hit him. Rori was okay with this? He ended the kiss but stayed just an inch from her lips. “You know, I’m still a rodeo cowboy.”

Her eyes, unfocused and darker blue than the evening sky, shifted left, then right. “I know, but I’ve made peace with it.”

Backing away another inch, he narrowed his eyes. “How so?”


Rori shrugged. “First…” She thought for a few seconds.

“That’s how you like to get your points across, Ms. Hughes. Logically, and in perfect order.”

With a smile, she closed her eyes. “You noticed that in me?”

“Yeah. First…” He laughed. “It’s because it’s different from anyone else I know.”

“Is that why you like me?” She felt her face heat. Had she really just asked him that? And sounded like a teenager with her first crush?

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re not changing the subject. You finish telling me your list.” He guided her to the swing and sat them hip-to-hip, his arm around her shoulders. “First…” he prodded.

“First, I know you’ll be leaving this town, probably never returning.” It killed her to realize she might never see him again, but facts were facts. “So the whole rodeo problem ends Sunday when you fly out of Kansas.”

He stared at her, but his lips thinned slightly.

“Second, people have seen us together, so gossip has more than likely spread to about half the population of Red Creek, and by tomorrow, we should have total saturation.”

A corner of his mouth quirked.

“You know they’re assuming we’re getting cozy, so we may as well do it.”

Jackson let out a laugh. “Those are your reasons? I’m short-term and we’re assumed guilty already?”

She turned in to him, pressing her hand on his chest. His hard, well-developed chest, where his heart beat strong and fast. Warm tugs pulled at her core, and she barely refrained from pressing her thighs together and wiggling with the pleasure. “Um…” What had she been about to say? “No. Yes. No.” She shook her head a few times to clear it. “I feel this pull toward you, like a chemical reaction, or a magnetic force.” She needed to admit it, to him and to herself. “From the moment you walked up to me at your company, and then in your office, I thought I might just kiss you. For no reason.” Recalling those moments, her heart beat faster, too.

Jackson cupped her cheek and leaned closer. “Don’t need a reason.” He slanted his mouth on hers, opening his lips and sweetly running his tongue along her teeth, then tasting her mouth and teasing her tongue with his.

She laced her fingers through the back of his hair, thick and silky, she loved how it curled just a little around her fingers. With a tug, she ended the kiss and touched the tip of her nose on his. “Your turn.” Her voice came low and breathy, sounding too far gone for her own good.

“That voice of yours. The second I heard it, I got ideas.” His fingertip traced along her collarbone to the base of her neck, then moved slowly downward as his eyes followed the movement. “But when I looked around the corner and saw you…” His hand flattened under her breast, wrapping his fingers around her ribcage. He looked into her eyes. “I knew you wanted to kiss me.”

She laughed. “I think you started it. In your office, you leaned—” Her phone chimed. She pulled it from her pocket. “It’s my contact. He’s going to need a couple more hours to try to get the info we need.”

“Perfect.” He stood, holding out his hand to her. “I know how we’re going to spend those hours.”

Laying her palm on his, that magic jolt rolled through her again. She stood. “Not on a computer?” Her knees wobbled a bit and she held tighter.

“Doesn’t sound like the most comfortable of positions, but if you’re into that kind of kinky…” He wagged his brows at her.

She giggled. Again. Something she hadn’t done for years, until she met Jackson Walker.

He tugged her closer and guided her along the dock. Lights set into the edges of the boards guided the way back to shore. “There’s a side door with stairs up to the bedrooms.”

They moved quickly along the walkway, and between her desire and her anxiousness, she had a hard time catching her breath.

Wrapping his arm around her, he jostled her a little. “You okay? You look like you’re walking into a police lineup.”

How did she tell him it’d been a while since the last time? “I’m good.”

“Hm. Those are not exactly the words a guy wants to hear.” He stopped, set his hands on her shoulders, and turned her toward him. “If you’re not sure about this…”

She couldn’t remember ever wanting a man the way she craved this cowboy. Was it the bad boy aspect of his rodeo life? The fact that she’d never started a relationship with a man who she knew would be gone in a few days? Or just the big, sexy muscles and blue eyes that turned her tummy to jiggling jelly? “I’m sure, Jackson.” She took his hands in hers and backed toward the house. “Now stop your stalling.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”


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I Hope You Dance!

Awwwww: No hot cowboys today, (though I suspect Don has done his mama proud!) I HAVE, however, been writing fast and furious on Dalton and Angelique’s story in RENEGADE HEART’S #finallybrainkickedin. Consequently, I’ve managed to more than adequately steam up a few pages #hotchahotchahotcha, but I digress…renegade_hearts_web-large

SUNDAY, MAY 10,  we’ve set aside in this country a day to celebrate Mother’s. Mother’s by blood, others by choice.  Maybe you’ve never had children of your own, but as a teacher guide hundreds every day, instilling confidence, assisting in the growing-up process. Maybe you’re an aunt, godmother, a caregiver, a neighbor who has been for another, the mother figure in their lives. We pay homage to the “mom’s” in our lives–the sons, daughters, grandchildren—the legacy of Motherhood.

This Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me. Not only am I a mother to four wonderful adult children, who turned out far better than I could have imagined or hoped for—but I am a daughter, too. And this Mother’s Day will be the first without my mother. The juxtaposition of loss and blessing is almost dazzling in its clarity.

There have been many songs written about mothers and many of them sung by country artists interestingly enough. (Have you heard the new Garth Brooks single, “Mom”?)

However, one of my favorites, released a few years back, is by country artist, Lee Ann Womack. As a writer, I quite often use music when I write, sometimes for the picture that the lyrics paint, other times for the mood or tone of the music, itself.

This song, in particular, speaks to me in such a vivid way about the wisdom of a mother to her child. Here is a condensed version of I HOPE YOU DANCE and if you’re so inclined you can also check out the beautiful Youtube video.


I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,

You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,

May you never take one single breath for granted,

GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,

Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,

Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,

Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,

Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,

When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,

Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,

Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

Writer(s): Mark Daniel Sanders, Tia Sillers Copyright: Sony/ATV Melody, Soda Creek Songs, Choice Is Tragic Music, MCA Music Publishing A.D.O. Universal S

Do you have a favorite song about Mother’s? Maybe you have a favorite saying from your mom or grandmother?

I remember we kids used to collapse in a fit of laughter every time my grandmother would blurt out “well, my stars and garters!” when she was surprised. Never understood the saying, but it makes me smile to this day. I hope one day, my kids will know that I danced!

Happy Mother’s Day!

I Hope You Dance!


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Cowboys & SEALs = Alpha Heroes! by Elle James aka Myla Jackson

When I think of Cowboys, I think of men who live hard, play hard and aren’t afraid of anything. Hmmmm. Wait, I meant SEALs. No…Cowboys! Oh, hell! They’re both tough, alpha heroes who deal with difficult circumstances on a daily basis, are challenged physically and who are as passionate about what they do as they are with their women.

I have four books out with cowboys and SEALs. Two of the SEAL books are also part of my Covert Cowboys Inc series. That’s right, one of my agents is a cowboy/SEAL, the other is a cowgirl working for CCI and assigned to help a SEAL. You get the best of both worlds!

Do you have a preference? Cowboys or SEALs?

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Take No Prisoners Series #6

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Harlequin Intrigue

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Navy SEAL’s Newlywed

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Harlequin Intrigue

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Your author du jour, Sarah M. Anderson! Possibly coming to a city near you soon!

Hey Everyone! This is going to be one of those REALLY rare months when I don’t actually have a book out. I KNOW. It’s just as confusing to me as it is to you.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun! First off, the winner from last month’s blog was…Clare O’Beara! Congratulations, Clare! You get a copy of The Nanny Plan! Email me at message AT sarahmanderson DOT com (but with the @ and . and all squished together) with your format preference! Yah!

Moving on! It’s conference season and what that means to you is that I, your lovely author du jour, will actually leave my writing cave and see other humans! Face to face, even! Wild, right? I do like doing signings and meeting lovely readers. I’ll have bottlecaps for everyone and I’ll sign *almost* anything, within legal limits.

(Side note: Once, I nearly autographed an entire stack of Zoe Archer books because she was supposed to be next to me but didn’t show and people kept asking, Are you Zoe!?!?!? (It must have been the cowboy hat?) No, I said, but I’d sign the books for you anyway. Strangely, no one took me up on that. I wonder why?)

So maybe you’ve been hearing about RT, RAGT or even RWA and if you’re anything like I used to be, you’ve already bitten your tongue trying to pronounce RAGT*. (“Is it R-A-G-T? Or “rag-it?” Or–OW DANG IT.”)

*It’s Rag-it, but only if you sound like you’re biting the ‘it’ off like you’re mad at it. Rag-IT, dammit!

RT is the Romance Times Booklovers Convention, located in Dallas on May 12-17 this year–next year is Las Vegas, baby! I won’t be in Dallas this year, though, but if you’re in the area, go check out the huge booksigning!

ragt-signing-2015RAGT is the Lori Foster Reader Author Get Together and it’s located at the Cincinnati Marriott North hotel in West Chester, Ohio. RAGT is June 4-7 this year and I WILL be there! If you’re in the greater Cincinnati area and want to meet upwards of a hundred authors, RAGT has two separate book signings–one on Friday and one on Saturday (I’ll be at the Saturday one).

RWA is the Romance Writers of America national convention, held in New York. They have an absolutely massive signing called the Readers for Life Literacy event, where the proceeds from every book sold go to literacy programs around the country. There are over 500 authors who will be signing, including yours truly! So if you’re in or near New rwa logoYork on July 22, come see me!

So, to recap: I’ll be at the RAGT on June 6th and the RWA Literacy signing on June 22 so if you want to see me in person, this is your best chance to do so because after RWA, I see my shadow and go back into my writing cave for six more months of writing!

I’m undecided about attending RT next year in Las Vegas. My friend, the Lovely Mary, kind of wants to go. We went in 2013 to Kansas City, which was a (relatively) short drive for us but I’d have to fly to Vegas. What do you think? Should I make plans to hit Sin City? Will you be there?

This month’s question is: Will you attend a conference or reader event next year? There are a lot more than just these three–there’s also the Barbara Vey Reader Appreciation luncheon and so many more! One lucky commenter will win a copy of His Lost and Found Family! Good luck!

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It’s conference season! by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all! Beth here – I’m so excited to see conference season kick off for 2015! First up is the RT Booklovers Convention in Dallas, Texas next week. Who’s going?


I’ll be at some fantastic events including Take a Walk on the Historical Side big soiree Wednesday night, the Samhain No Waiting Dating on Thursday morning and my personal favorite, the Cowboy Corral on Thursday afternoon. Plus of course, the giant book fair on Saturday.

Conferences are not only where we get to hang out, meet, chat and bond with readers, but it also gives us writers a chance to see each other. We communicate throughout the year via email, FB, Twitter, IM, etc., but we only get to see each other 1 or 2 times a year. Sometimes a year or two goes by when we don’t see each other. Then when we all come together, readers and authors alike, it’s like we’ve never lost any time, right? :)

I’ll also be attending the RWA National Conference in New York in July, and then in August, Authors After Dark in Hotlanta. Woohoo!

What about y’all? Anyone attending conferences this year? Spill the details!

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Not a Cowboy, but Alpha All Over! (Contest)

I love cowboys. But I also love demons and shifters and vampires. Next week, I have a new story releasing—Under a Blood Moon! It’s a sequel to Once in a Blue Moon, and continues the story of the Beaux Rêve Coven—a group of “sister” witches striking out to find their independence, but finding their course difficult to navigate because all these male demons are descending upon them—for their protection, of course.

Once in a Blue MoonSince I’m fickle about the flavor of demon I prefer, I’m having fun with the series. The last book featured a troll as the hero. This book has a sea draugr (Don’t know what that is? You’ll have to read the book!) and two frisky mermen. So, I get to indulge in another love of mine—multiple lovers. My poor heroine, right? :)

Take a look! Then comment for a chance to win Once in a Blue Moon!

Under A Blood Moon


One demon lights her fire. It’ll take three to cool her down.

Now that the battle dust has settled and the witches have won their freedom, Miren Lynch is going stir crazy. Sure, her three demon bodyguards are hot—especially Renner Neilsen—but having them constantly underfoot and ordering her around is about to drive her insane.

One kiss proves the attraction between her and Renner is mutual, but when the sea draugr slips into her dreams, he ignites a fire only three demons can quench.

To Renner, it makes perfect sense for Miren to choose him for her mate. They share the same element—water. They’re both wildly attracted. But once he sneaks into her dream to seduce her, she doesn’t trust his promise he won’t abuse the power a witch brings to a mate.

His solution? Show her he will provide everything she needs for her wellbeing—from mind-bending pleasure to her treasured freedom—even if it means sharing her with a pair of handsome and lusty mermen twins.

Warning: Contains explicit sexual escapades between three handsome specimens of juicy otherworld masculinity and a witch who knows that even the most hardass demon hides a gooey marshmallow inside. Happy tasting!

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“Gone for an hour and look at the mischief you’ve gotten yourselves into.”

The deep rumbling voice behind them made them all jump guiltily.

Bryn glanced over her shoulder and gave her husband a dazzling smile.

Miren looked back as well, wincing at Ethan’s dark frown and the fists settled on his narrow hips. Behind him stood Renner, his smile tight, no doubt waiting for the fireworks to explode.

A muscle jumped along Ethan’s square jaw. “My men have been scouring the house and garden for all of you. How did you sneak past them?” His gaze went to Bryn, who shrugged and looked away. Then he scanned the rest of the sisters.

Miren lifted her hand and glanced down at it, pretending to inspect her nails as though her heart wasn’t thudding hard against her chest. They’d broken the rules meant for their protection. Something Ethan took very seriously. “I may have conjured a little cloaking spell. We walked right past Kahn and Sigurd.”

“Feet out of the water,” he said, his voice pitched lower.

Goddess, if she didn’t know the man was a gooey marshmallow inside, she’d be trembling. But they all knew he’d do nothing to upset Bryn in her delicate state.

“Ethan, we were bored. And Miren cast a warding spell to protect us from snakes and gators. We were never in any danger,” Bryn said, her voice soft, the tone meant to soothe his savage beast.

“Snakes and gators are the least of your worries,” Ethan gritted out, his nostrils flaring and his dark gaze raking Bryn’s curvy frame.

Miren crimped her lips together. She caught sight of Darcy’s bold grin and shook her head. They both knew where this was leading, and none of them was in any danger. But their little dip was over. Their guardians were gathering behind Ethan and Renner, ready to swoop in and escort them back to the house. The last thing she and her sisters should do was incite any of the other males. The testosterone and pheromones already wafting in the air was making her entire body tighten with want.

Resistance on their part would be its own form of flirting, intended or not. And the consequences…

“All right,” Miren grumbled, giving the water one last splash before rising. She took her time shaking out her long skirt and smoothing the sides, gathering her pride before raising her gaze. But Renner had moved in front of her, and his expression drew her up short, made her breath hitch.

His eyes blazed with heat—out of character and contrary to his water aspect. Like her, his ruling element was water, his moods ruled by the moon and sea. Usually easygoing, the angry passion he displayed now stirred an answering heat inside her.

Ruthlessly, she tamped it down. He was a sea-draugr—a creature as unsuited for marriage to a witch as…well…as a troll. The thought lapped like a warm wave over her, and she swayed.

Renner stepped forward and reached out, clamping his large hand around her wrist and tugging her toward him. “I’ll assume you were the instigator.”

She raised her chin and pouted her lips. “And if I was? Are you going to make me do a perp walk back to the house?”

His sea-blue eyes narrowed, growing cold as Arctic ice. A look she’d only seen once, when the men had prepared for battle against the creatures the council had gathered to defeat them. She remembered how he’d looked then, his naked body gleaming with the pearl-like luster of the witches’ shared magic. Although she’d been afraid they’d all die on that field, she hadn’t been able to deny her attraction. Renner wasn’t burly like Bryn’s troll. The tall draugr was broad-shouldered, his arms knotted with lovely muscles, his belly a study in swells and hollows that left her mouth dry.

She shook her head to rid herself of the vision of his naked perfection. The fact they’d all gathered nude in the field had been necessary as the witches had drawn down the power of the blue moon to cloak them all in magical armor, infusing the men’s already powerful frames with a little added advantage.

She recalled how she’d brushed her hands over his chest and abdomen, letting the magic flow from her fingertips to his skin, how his arousal, a natural byproduct of the infusion, had caused his cock to thicken and rise. All the men had been left in similar states, but only his cock had given her pause, because, in that moment, she’d wanted him.

A resurgence of that need made her body soften, her nipples tingle. It was a damn good thing Renner wasn’t even looking at her.

He pulled her behind him, stalking down the dock, but she dug in her heels. A mistake, she realized, the moment a splinter from the rough planks stabbed the sole of one foot. “Stop, Renner,” she said, tugging on his hand.

He aimed a glare over his shoulder and then raked her with a glance, his gaze stopping on the foot she held up from the dock.

With an irritated huff, he bent and swept her into his arms.

She grabbed for his shoulders, a thrill sending her blood hammering. She glanced behind her as her sisters watched, their mouths hanging open. Miren was the most resistant to male attention, the least romantic. She could almost read their minds.

And then they all began to grin and Miren lifted a hand, giving them the finger behind Renner’s back. Laughter rang out but was quickly subdued as more of Ethan’s and Renner’s men descended upon the women.

Renner jostled her in his arms and then squeezed her. “There are alligators all along the bank. They could have mistaken all that splashing for fish in distress.”

“I cast a warding spell.”

“You think you have a spell for everything, don’t you?”

He sounded so surly she grew worried. Renner rarely displayed irritation, and never anger. Most often, his sly humor was all that was evident. Something that irked the living hell out of her because she suspected his humor was a deflection to keep hidden what was really there inside him.

She should have known that with a troll for a best friend, he’d be an ogre under his blond good looks. “We didn’t escape just to piss you off. We’re restless. Freaking bored.”

“And you think we aren’t restless, aren’t fucking frustrated as hell?” His footsteps were getting heavier. Hell, he was stomping toward the porch now. “There are twenty of us and four of you, as yet, unclaimed. Choose already.

“And who do you think I should choose?”

Renner halted at the bottom of the inn’s steps to stare down at her. A muscle rippled in his cheeks. His aqua eyes gleamed. “Choose me, Miren.”

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Sharp Shootin’ Cowboy- Preview and Giveaway!

COMING JUNE 2, 2015 from Sourcebooks



Weary warrior… After eight years as a Marine sniper, war-scarred Reid Everett is back in his native Wyoming. He knows and loves this rugged land, so working for wildlife services to reduce the booming wolf population suits him to a T.

Caring crusader… Wildlife biologist Haley Cooper is desperate to make a difference. Leaving the world of academia behind, she accepts a position as a wolf advocate to protect the animals she loves.

Raw attraction… Their jobs set them on a collision course, but chemistry sparks like wildfire between Reid and Haley. They’ll have to brave some rough territory if they hope to reconcile their polarizing views with a passion that won’t be denied.

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“Victoria Vane continually surprises the reader in her latest western romance Rough Rider as she plunges audiences into the world of bull riders and cattle ranchers.”– The Examiner

“I honestly loved this book (Rough Rider)! This is an unconventional love story about second chances. The characters were great on their own, but it was the unique way that the plot unfolded that sold the book for me… The romance was passionate, and the road to a happy ending was bumpy with some detours along the way.” – The Romance Reviews

“Another winner. Rough Rider was a really good tale in the rough and tumbled world of cowboys and bull riding…  if you get a chance, check it out and also, check out [Victoria Vane’s] other books. You won’t be disappointed.” – BTS Magazine

Excerpt from SHARP SHOOTIN’ COWBOY by Victoria Vane

He could see her getting more worked up by the minute, and damned if he wasn’t also—just not in the same way. She’d been baiting him from the start, spewing arguments that usually just pissed him off, but in this case, it was turning him on.

His gaze locked on her mouth. Her tongue darted out as if she read his thoughts. She drew a breath as if to formulate another rebuttal, but he’d had enough. Before her lips could spout off anymore of the Pacifist Tree Hugger’s Manifesto, he pulled her into his arms and silenced her with his.


The kiss came without warning, and Haley was too stunned at first to react. He began gently enough, his lips sliding over hers, hands cupping her face, thumbs stroking her jaw, and then he grew more insistent, his tongue probing the seal of her lips. His callused hands were simultaneously firm and gentle, and his lips paradoxically soft and commanding.

Mere seconds had her head spinning and stomach fluttering. She was slipping fast and not about to let him pull her in any deeper. Part of her wanted to give into it, to see where it might lead, but the other half resented his audacity. Her pride won out. She resisted the urge to soften, to open to him, then stiffened, pressing her hands against his chest.

He released her instantly.

She stepped back, knees weak and pulse racing. “I didn’t come here looking to hook up.”

“Neither did I. But sometimes unexpected things happen.” His gaze locked with hers, a look of speculation gleaming in his eyes. “When they do, it’s best to just go with your gut instinct.”

“That so? Well all my instincts scream ‘no marines,’ so don’t let it happen again.”

Suddenly remembering the cue in her hand, Haley turned back to the table. It took all of her will to focus back on the game. She could hardly believe how he’d nearly unraveled her with a single kiss. Then again, no one had ever kissed her like that. She made her break, pocketing the one, and then moved methodically around the table, calling each shot as she sank every solid. Only the eight ball remained, but it was trapped behind two stripes.

Reid’s lips curved with smug certainty. “Looks like I’ll get my turn after all.”

“Don’t count your chickens, cowboy.” She laid down her cue and searched the wall behind her for a shorter one. “Jump cue,” she answered his silent question.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Nope.” Approaching the table, she angled for her shot. She could almost feel his eyes on her ass. She glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough. He was leaning against the wall with both arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze zeroed in on her behind.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Sure am,” he confessed, unabashed.

He was sadly mistaken if he thought he’d unnerve her. Keeping him in her peripheral vision, she widened her stance and stretched out over the table. All sign of smugness evaporated from his face. He tugged on his jeans.

Haley grinned, reveling in her small victory, and then prepared for a bigger one. “Eight ball, side pocket,” she declared with confidence. On a three count she took the shot, jumping the stripes to pocket the eight. “Yeah baby!” She threw down the cue and fisted the air, gloating in her triumph.

Reid gaped at the table. “I’ll be goddamned. How did you learn to do that?”

“My grandpa was a regional pool champion.”

“That bit of information was mighty sneaky to withhold.”

She shrugged. “You didn’t ask. Loser buys. I’ll take a mojito.”

 About the Author

1402795_692141087560072_7565690888241642865_oVictoria Vane is a multiple award-winning romance novelist and history junkie whose collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog.

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Do you have a kilty pleasure?

Why do we love men in kilts?

Do you have a kilty pleasure?

If you watch Outlander you’ve already explored the idea of a man in a kilt…and probably have a craving to see more.  What is it that drives us crazy about a plaid piece of cloth? Is it because we automatically wonder what they’re wearing–or not wearing–underneath? If a man is brave enough to wear a kilt, show off his jewels to the world, I’d say he isn’t scared of much, if anything. That’s pretty hot!

When I think of a man in a kilt, I think of the sexy, rolling accent that comes along with it. Every sentence sounds like a romantic poem, and they don’t even have to try.

My hero in PRESSURE POINT, Nash Walters, doesn’t have the poetic brogue, but he isn’t wearing anything under the kilt *swoon*. Actually, the kilt is a plaid blanket, but it’s his worst nightmare when his clothes are MIA and he has to face the world in a skirt, except he is wearing his cowboy hat.  What’s a cowboy without his hat?

PRESSURE POINT (Book 3, Rhinestone Cowgirls) is available now at Amazon.



Here’s an excerpt to get your blood flowing…

He touched her cheek, smoothing the tips of his fingers across her smooth skin and following the fullness of her bottom lip. The trembling finally subsided.  Then her shoulders twitched, maybe more of a shiver? “Are you cold?”

“No. Yes. I really don’t know.” Her voice shook.

He dropped his hand to her collarbone, tracing the feminine line. His cock pulsated in anticipation. He’d never wanted a woman like he wanted her.

“What is going on here, Nash?”

He swallowed. “I don’t know, but whatever the hell it is, it feels right.” He forced his lungs to work. “If you don’t feel the same, now would be a good time to push me away.”

She didn’t.

Instead, she swept the tip of her tongue over her lips, making his desire grow. His cock grew and his zipper bulged in painful anticipation. She reached up, took his hand and lowered it to her chest. He could see the outline of her hard nipples under the material.
His mouth salivated. He wanted to lick every inch of her, starting at her breasts.

Flicking the pad of his thumb over one nipple, she closed her eyes and her mouth parted slightly. A moan dripped like honey from her tongue. To him, the small, but powerful, sound was an invitation to lick, suck, nip…to bring her pleasure. Her erect nipples practically begged his tongue to sample. He swept his hand lower, skimming the fabric of the jean shorts, and to her bare thigh. Her skin rippled with goosebumps.

Another noise slipped from her throat. It almost sent him over the edge. Heat radiated between them, drawing them into a clutch of pure erotic sensation.

Her eyes came open, she stared up at him. “There’s nothing that can come of this, Nash.” Her words should have extinguished his need, but instead it created a scorching inferno through his veins. What man wouldn’t want a free and clear tumble in the sack? He should be happy. Why wasn’t he?

He had a feeling even if nothing came of this but one night of passion, he’d still come out on the lucky end of the straw. Turning back wasn’t an option. They had crossed into a path that drew them closer to nirvana.

Her warm, passion-filled gaze made his chest ache. Her eyes were warm. Her cheeks were dusted with pink and her lips were moist. Fuck. He wanted to see that look on her face all weekend.

“I want you. I can’t see this desire going away unless we put out the flames,” she whispered.

He swept his hand upward, along her inner thigh. Heat from the apex of her thighs warmed his knuckles. Hell yeah…hot and ready.

He’d dismiss any thought of tomorrow. He didn’t care about anything except that he wanted her in a bad way. He wanted to pleasure her as well as be pleasured. They could figure out the finer details later.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

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Texas is cowboy country – no doubt about it. We have ranches of all sizes from mom and pop operations to the vast King Ranch that’s bigger than Rhode Island and in some years has pumped more oil than Saudi Arabia. We have horses, longhorns, trail rides – if you want to experience a taste of the Wild West, Texas is a good place to start. We also have some other wild things… I live in Austin most of the time and when I was researching WELCOME TO MY WORLD, I discovered something I wasn’t aware of before. We also have a nude beach – A NUDE BEACH! – not twenty minutes from my house! Well, my first action was to buy a pair of binoculars.

Austin is known and celebrated for being different. After all, our motto is KEEP AUSTIN WEIRD! No kidding. We are a liberal city in a sea of southern conservatism – hint (that’s why I live here). So, I shouldn’t have been surprised to find out about HIPPIE HOLLOW. Don’t you love that name? HIPPIE HOLLOW is the only legally recognized clothing optional beach and park in the state of Texas. Which makes it special! Ha! The park is located in the basin area on Lake Travis with a very rocky shoreline and provides some spectacular views of the lake…among other things – if you know what I mean. Situated on 109 peaceful acres, it’s a world away from the hustle and bustle of downtown Houston or Austin. The term ‘beach’ can only be applied loosely as the area is actually located on a steep rocky slope with steps leading down to the lake. Depending on the water level, the climb down to the water can be precarious. But swimming isn’t the main attraction there – sunbathing in total freedom is.

Hippie Hollow was used as a nude swimming spot for years and reports of skinny dipping were reported regularly. The local sheriff finally got tired of investigating and ticketing and generally just ignored the infractions to concentrate on more serious offenses. In 1995, it was set aside for use only by people over eighteen and there is appropriate signage to warn folks that they might get more of an eyeful than anticipated. If you’re boating on Lake Travis and you look toward the shore and see a place where all the sunbathers are wearing white bikinis or board shorts – that’s not white clothing, those are tan lines you’re seeing. So look – or not – just be aware. If you decide to try Hippie Hollow, bring sunscreen, sunburn on your genitals is not very pleasant. And bring sunglasses, so your eyes can wander without being too obvious. I know you’re supposed to report lewd behavior and occasionally oral sex will be observed – but hey, shut your eyes – this is Hippie Hollow. And guys, if you swim – watch out for the fish, they will nibble!

Here’s a good motto: The less you wear, the better. The less you care, the better. The less you scare, the better. Want a peek – here it is.


Oh, and in my books – clothing is always optional!

Here is a TEXAS-SIZE sex scene from ROGUE which releases May 1.


Shaking with need, Rogue lay back as Kit began to make herself at home. Having her lying half on half off his body, her glorious tits were rubbing his chest and arm, making his mouth water to suck on them again. But this was her rodeo—for as long as he could stand it, then he’d take over and give her what they both needed.

She began at his lips—one tender kiss, before moving down, leaving a path of licks and nibbles on his throat to his shoulder. When he felt the scrape of her teeth, shivers tore down his spine and his cock jerked with anticipation.

The many times she’d rehearsed this in her head, Kit hadn’t been able to get past a certain point. As she kissed and explored his chest, running her hands and lips over every bulging muscle, Rogue encouraged, soothed, and praised her with whispers and touches. His hand was caressing her hip, slipping beneath her underpants, warming her flesh and making her wet.

“I don’t want to be the only one naked,” he said as his hand skated from the back to the front of her panties, making her jump. Would he notice? She held her breath as his fingers delved across her mound, a mound that was now as smooth as silk. “Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re bare.”

“Yes.” She didn’t explain, didn’t tell that she had taken advantage of her trip in Kansas City to go to a spa. At the time, she hadn’t even admitted to herself that she was doing it in the hopes she’d one day soon be in the place she was at the moment—in bed with Rogue. “Undress me,” she requested and he wasted no time in ridding her of panties and bra. For a moment, she let him caress her – his hands lifting and molding her breasts. “You like my…” she hesitated, even saying the word to him seemed so erotic.

“God, yes, I love your tits. I can’t get enough of them.” He plumped them, pushed them together, raking his thumbs over the swollen tips. When he tried to suck on both nipples at one time, Kit lost her ability to breathe. “I want all of you.” He confessed this as one hand left her chest to slip between her legs, giving her something to push against.

Kit didn’t know how to process so much pleasure. He was pushing her past the brink of thought. Eagerly she rubbed against him. The feel of skin on skin was so luxuriously heady that she thought she might swoon. She rubbed her face against his softly furred chest, lavishing him with kisses, running her fingers over the silky hair, tracing the line that ran from between his pecs to a narrow trail that led to…

“Ah, God, yes, touch me – right there, please,” Rogue groaned.

The idea that she could make him beg was euphoric. A niggle of memory pinched her, she’d made him beg before and look how that had ended up. But this time would be different. This was different. But what was it – really?

“No, no,” she murmured to herself. This was now. This was tonight. Tomorrow might never come, but she wanted what he could give her—now.

“What is it?” he asked, whispering in her hair.

“Nothing,” she answered. “I just want you so much.” And so she showed him, letting her fingers acquaint themselves with his heated flesh, curling her fingers around his thick, heavy shaft. Her womb clenched and her pussy tightened, the cream of her need iced the bare folds of her femininity.

“Fuck, you’re making me mad with wanting you.” Rogue closed his eyes, bowing his neck as she began to slowly pump him – up and down, the thick crested head throbbing in her hand, the tip glistening with a pearly drop of liquid. A turbulent rush of pleasure crashed over him as she touched him. He arched off the bed, his whole body shaking.

Her hand stroked down the velvet steel, the sight of him loving what she gave him was something she never wanted to forget. “You’re so big, so perfect,” she whispered. The night of their regrettable fiasco, it had been too dark and she’d been too angry to really look. But now, they were here and things were different. He seemed to want her as much as she wanted him, so she could appreciate his male beauty and know he was responding to her. Heavy veins pulsed underneath the skin as his cock flexed in her palm, rock-hard and powerful.

“Can I?” she whispered.

A gasp of laughter slipped from his lips. “Anything, anything you want to do is welcome – just do it.”

He sounded desperate, Kit marveled. The pure sensuality of the moment struck her. She knew what she wanted, she wanted her mouth on him—to taste him, to suck him. Moving over him, between his spread thighs, Kit leaned down and soothed her lips over the softer flesh just above his cock, gripping the stiff, heavy rod at the root.

Rogue wasn’t missing a moment, he was propped up, watching her beautiful face as she took him in. He was nearly crazed with lust. It was all he could do not to wrap that waterfall of hair around his fist and take control. “Kit, please, honey, I’m dying here.” She met his gaze, gave him a mischievous smile and lowered her head. Rogue held his breath. And when she finally gifted him with her lips, fitting them over the head of his cock and sucking it into her mouth, his hips bucked and he pulled the sheet loose from where it was tucked.

Her soft tongue was like a flame of fire flitting over the sensitive head of his cock. The grateful flesh jerked with ecstasy and she hesitated, looking back up at him to see if she had done something wrong.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he pleaded. “I just want you so much, that’s all.” His reward was a smile and her return to him—he almost levitated from the bed when she took him between her lips, her tongue curling around and licking his shaft, teasing the sweet spot under the head. “God, it’s good,” he groaned. What was it about this woman? As before, she had him in the palm of her hand.

At his urging, Kit’s confidence grew and soon she relaxed and did what she wanted, enjoying herself. It did her ego good when he panted and cursed as she licked and rubbed. Taking him deep, she began to suckle, her hand still rubbing and pumping the portion of his sizeable length she couldn’t take into her mouth.

Rogue was fit to be tied. He didn’t know if he’d survive the pleasure. He’d gone beyond fisting the sheet, if he hadn’t torn a hole in the material it would be a miracle. “Touch my balls, Kit.” Seeming to want to please him, she did as he asked. Cupping his balls, Kit rolled them between her fingers, massaging the sac, letting herself play as she continued to suck. The bliss was almost too much, he was about to explode. Her sensual innocence was pure erotica. Rogue tried to muster up some guilt, but he couldn’t. He was a bastard in more ways than one. “That’s it, that’s it.” When she looked up at him through those long lashes and hummed her happiness, he had to clench his teeth and every muscle in his body to keep from jetting his cum between her lips.

Women have no idea how gorgeous they look to a man with their lips stretched around his cock. He couldn’t be still to save his life. His hips bucked helplessly and he threw his head back and groaned. Sweat beaded on his body as he jerked, forcing his dick deeper into her throat. She didn’t flinch, she accommodated him and kept sucking.

“Fuck!” Rogue hissed, reveling in her attention. Virgin she might be, but she was turning him inside out. She was going to have to stop or he was going to… “Kit.” When he said her name, she raised her eyes to his once more and the joy on her face and the sparkle in her eye told him she was enjoying it as much as he was—nah – impossible! He was loving every second, every lick, every suck and there was no way in hell he was going to last.

Rogue arched his back, his hips thrusting upward, his balls wound tighter than a top. White hot electric ecstasy radiated up his body from his cock. “Baby, let go unless you want a mouth full of…”

She didn’t let go, if anything she concentrated more – holding him tighter, sucking him harder, giving him incredible mind-blowing pleasure. “Kit!” His hand shot out and gripped her hair, his fingers threading in the curls, holding her tight. His resolve shattered. Rogue could feel the climax rising from his sac, flowing into his cock.

Whether he held her or not made no difference, she wasn’t letting go. She doubled her efforts—sucking, laving, tongue dancing on the end, slipping into the little slit so she could drink his very essence. Kit wanted him to cum, she wanted him to be blown away, she wanted to absorb everything about him into her very soul.

With a harsh cry, he exploded, his cock jerked, throbbed, then his release spurted into her mouth. Kit accepted it, the taste unlike anything she’d expected—sultry, salty, all man. She whimpered and tried to draw more from him, her lips and tongue massaging the head as she milked him dry of every drop.

Seeing him orgasm, watching Rogue lose himself in what she’d done was glorious. Her whole body was prickly with arousal and heat. She wanted to slide up his body and rub on him like a cat. Her clit was pulsing and her sex ached. Even though she’d never had it, Kit knew she was craving sex…and only Rogue could satisfy her.

Wanting more and not knowing what to do, Kit sat up, her hands moving over her own body – cupping her breasts and rubbing her swollen nipples. “Rogue, please,” she begged.

“Down.” He reversed their positions, covering her. He said nothing, but bowed his head to her breasts and began to suck the sensitive flesh—his mouth on one breast and his fingers on the other. Kit writhed beneath his touch. She threw a leg over his and canted her hips, desperately trying to rub her clit against him.

He was voracious, his mouth wide, devouring as much of her tit as he could take in his mouth—his tongue, teeth and lips giving her mindless ecstasy. “Rogue, yes, God yes!” Her arms went up and her hands moved over his back feverishly. Kit was enthralled, her whole body on fire.

Rogue was determined to gift her in equal measure. His hands moved to her ass and he lifted, burying his face between her thighs.

“Rogue!” she screamed as he feasted, licking a fiery path up her slit, teasing her clit before thrusting his tongue deep into the tight hot channel of her femininity. She tossed her head, her body floundering until he held her still, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he ate her out, fucking her deep with his tongue.

Kit was out of her mind. She couldn’t be still. If Rogue didn’t hold her, she was going to slip over the very edge of the world. Never had she known such ecstasy existed. What he’d done to her in Texas had been perfect…but this—this was beyond any rapture she could conceive. There was only one other thing she wanted…

“You,” she panted. “I need you. Now. Please.”

“Not yet,” he murmured as his head moved high enough to capture her clit between his lips. And—God in heaven! – when he sucked on it, Kit’s world exploded. She wanted to cry out, but she couldn’t. Her whole world condensed down to that one euphoric point where his lips touched her body.

Rogue worked her clit with his tongue and held on. He could feel her thrashing, convulsing. Spasms shook her body and he lapped at her until she went limp. He moved up her body and began to kiss her. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

She tried. She’d almost blacked out from the sheer bliss he’d given her. Rolling into him, she clung, her hands caressing his shoulders and chest. “I still need you,” Kit whispered. “I want to know what it’s like…”

Rogue grabbed for his pants. “Condom.”

Kit stopped him. “No, I want my first time to be just you. I’m safe. I’m on the pill, please.”

He heard her. His cock voted yes and his brain wasn’t working.

“I want to feel you, just you. I want to know what it’s like when you fill me up.”

Rogue looked into her pleading face. “I don’t do commitment, Kit and I never want kids. You’ve got to understand.”

He hadn’t said it before, but she’d always known. He was a Rogue, in name and in deed. He’d never be anything else. “I know. I understand. I still want you.”

Groaning, Rogue gave in. “You’ll be the death of me, Kit.” He rose over her and she opened her legs wide. Pressing the head of his cock at her opening, he began to work his way in.

Kit gasped at the feeling. He was so big—hot, pulsing. Her heart almost stopped as he pushed in the tip. Fuck, he was big. Burning. Stretching. He pushed her legs up, spreading her wider and she raised her head so she could see the miracle of their joining.

Rogue closed his eyes and undulated his hips, gradually letting her pussy suck his cock up inside of her. It hurt. It felt good. She wanted to ask him to stop and beg him to continue. Years of just being female with her monthly flow and using a vibrator had left her only a technical virgin. Nothing had ever felt like this. Greedily she lifted her hips, worked her muscles and tried to ensure he went nowhere but deeper.

“Good?” Rogue chuckled. “You like fucking me, don’t you?”

“Yes. More!” She was completely unashamed.

Putting his hands on her knees, he opened her up even farther. She was creaming, her juices coating his cock. “God, just look at you. I love this.” He drew out, then thrust back in, making her gasp. “It feels so good.”

The in and out motions were taking her higher. Each thrust bumped her clit and she found herself anticipating, countering her movements to match his. “Fuck me, Rogue,” she encouraged. If this was all she’d have of him – she wanted as much as she could get. “Harder!”

Rogue let go. He drove into her as far as he could – pulled out – drove back. He fucked her hard and deep. Kit held on to his forearms, her nails marking him.

Tossing her head, she let the pleasure swamp her. Harder. Deeper. Relentlessly Rogue took her. Pounding into her female flesh, giving her what she was born to accept. The need didn’t let up, it grew. Wanting, needing more, she pressed up, begging him to impale her – bury his cock to the inside of her aching hungry pussy over and over again until it happened—a tightening, rippling, growing, consuming fire that froze her. Her pussy clamped down on him as her mind and soul tore from her body and she flew – free from the chains of uncertainty that had kept her bound to the past. Her cries mingled with his as he pushed himself deep and held there. Kit could feel the warm jets of his cum bathe her secret places and she quivered as a fresh release exploded from within.

Rogue was knocked on his ass. He was having a hard time comprehending what he was feeling. Whether it was coming inside of her – all that bare flesh sliding against one another – or if it was just Kit herself, he didn’t know. He came down over her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, absorbing the echoes of her climax. “Easy, baby.”

While he cradled Kit, offering her a safe haven to anchor after the storm of their passion, Rogue wondered at his own emotions. Confused. Flummoxed. He didn’t know what he was feeling. This was different and he wasn’t comfortable with different. He didn’t bond, yet he refused to entertain the notion that this wouldn’t happen again—and again.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her lips warm against his skin.

“Rest,” he urged. “We’ll get up and talk in a bit, but we’re worn out right now. Let me hold you. Rest.”

She didn’t need much convincing, Kit felt warmer and safer than she’d ever been. The chance to sleep in Rogue’s arms wasn’t something she was willing to pass up. So, she cuddled next to him while he pulled up the covers and in a few short moments, she knew no more.

Rogue’s mind wouldn’t let him sleep. He’d only told her half the story. When dawn came, he had the unsavory job of telling her there was another lien on the property. White-Wing was not in the free and clear. She wasn’t going to be happy about it. And despite the self-knowledge of his limitations concerning relationships and commitment, he had no intention of letting her fight this battle alone.

While she needed him, Kit Ross had a champion.






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