Hi everyone! School started! Let me tell you, after a summer where I kept my Kid at home (instead of at a summer day camp) I have never in my entire life been so danged happy for school to start. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
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It’s September (see above re: school starting) which kicks off a super busy fall for me. I’ll have a new release very month for the rest of the year–and yes, it’s just as crazy as it sounds. (It’s pretty crazy).
First up in Claimed by the Cowboy! Claimed is part of the Dynasties: The Newports series. Here’s the blurb:
The reunion that pits city versus country…and turns old friends to lovers.
Josh Calhoun escaped the rat race to run his family’s farming operation. But when he returns to Chicago to mediate an inheritance dispute, he’s confronted with the past: Dr. Lucinda Wilde. As his best friend’s old girlfriend, she’s always been off-limits. But his best friend is gone, and now the unavoidable attraction between them makes Josh think it is time to stake his claim…
Will being with the rugged cowboy feel like a betrayal of her sweetheart’s memory, or will his touch be this city girl’s long-awaited reawakening?
Sounds good, right? This story turned out to be really, really fun. But–true story–this book was assigned to me and the original assignment was…challenging. (I tell my Kid all the time–you’re not the only one who gets homework!)
The story is set in Chicago (I used to live there!) and Iowa (not far from where I live now) and there was supposed to be this tornado and…it was just really obvious that whoever’d come up with the original story was not a Midwesterner. Josh’s brother was supposed to call him home because they were under a tornado warning and when the tornado hit, it lasted until the next morning.
In other words, this person was thinking not of a tornado, but of a hurricane. Which hardly ever hit in Iowa. (Like, never. Ever.)
So I had a lot of fun remaking this story into something more…realistic (tornados, sadly, did not make the cut, so don’t worry about freak meteorological events!).
And now! Just for you guys, the super-hot excerpt from Claimed by the Cowboy!
Then he began to move. Because a man couldn’t get lucky if he stood by the door all night long. He splayed his hands over her ribs and began to stroke up, then down. “I want to take this off.”
“Please do,” she said, and underneath his lips, he could feel the pulse in her neck begin to beat faster.
He skimmed his hands up over her breasts to the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, he undid one and then the next until the entire shirt was open and he could slip his hands underneath. Her skin was warm to the touch—and touch it he did. He trailed his fingertips over her waist, over the smooth front of her bra. The whole time he stroked her, he kept his lips against her pulse and listened to her breath in his ear.
He wanted to make this all about her. Because this was Lucy. If all he cared about was getting laid, he could’ve accomplished that easily at any point in the last five years.
But he didn’t just want to get off. He missed making love.
So that’s what he was doing tonight. He was going to make love to Lucy with everything he had. They didn’t have to worry about dating and that awkward getting-to-know-you period, and they didn’t have to worry about long-term relationships. He already knew Lucy and he already liked her and he already loved making her gasp in that little way she was doing as he stroked her nipples with his fingertips.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked as he felt her nipples stiffen under his touch. He began lightly pinching them.
“Oh, Josh,” she whimpered as he teased her flesh.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe.” One part of his brain wanted to remember that Sydney had always liked it when he played with her breasts, too, but he pushed that away. His wife was gone and he wanted to believe with all his heart that she would want him to do this. She would want him to grab a little bit of happiness, even if it was only for one night. Sydney would want him to find a piece of himself again with an old friend whom he could trust.
He relinquished Lucy’s left breast and began to slide his hand lower, over the soft planes of her stomach and then down over the front of her pants. She sagged back against him and he was happy to carry her weight. Earlier, on the couch, he had just wanted to make her come. It had almost been as though he needed to make her come to prove that he hadn’t forgotten how. But now he wanted this to be slow and sweet and so good that neither of them ever wanted it to end.
Her breathing got more labored as he rubbed slow circles against her sex. She clutched at his arms with her hands and shifted against him, the pressure of her bottom against his erection pushing any rational thought from his mind. This was what he wanted—not thinking, just doing. Just feeling.
Suddenly, she gasped and her fingernails dug into his arm. “Bed,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He half turned her and leaned down so he could sweep her into his arms. She’d always been a small thing.
“Josh!” she squeaked as he settled her against his chest.
He grinned down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated wide—so wide, he almost couldn’t see the blue in her eyes anymore. “I’ve got you,” he reassured her as he carried her into the bedroom and over to the bed. He found the gap in the sheer curtain she’d hung around it and pushed it open. He sat her down on the bed and got rid of those doctor shoes she was wearing. Her socks quickly followed and then he took his time peeling her shirt off her arms.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice wavering as he stared down at her. Her bra was what Sydney had always called serviceably beige—a plain beige. It wasn’t all that sexy—but on Lucy? “I don’t remember you having this body back in high school.” He knelt on the bed so he could undo the bra.
“I didn’t,” she said, angling her body so he didn’t have to stretch as far. “I was the definition of a late bloomer.”
Josh was out of practice, so it took three tries before the bra hooks gave successfully. He tossed the bra to the side. “Wow, Lucy, your breasts were worth the wait.”
Because they were fabulous—full and rounded and high on her chest. He fell to his knees before her and just took a moment to appreciate the beauty that was the female body.
She reached over and started working the buttons on his shirt. “Your turn,” she said as she began to strip him.
She got his shirt off, but when she went for his jeans he pushed her hands out of the way. “Patience.” He didn’t know if he was admonishing her or himself.
“I’m tired of being patient,” she told him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Well! That’s just super hot–and it only gets hotter.🙂 Okay! This month’s prize question is this–tell me about a totally crazy assignment you got once and how you did or did not make it work! One lucky winner will get a print book bundle–Mystic Cowboy, Masked Cowboy, Nobody, and NotMy1stRodeo.com!
Have a great September, everyone!