Wednesday 31 January 2018

#MidWeekTease Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me #rolereversal

Today I'm sharing from my contribution to the second Coming In Hot boxed set.
More of the sizzling medical romance stories you love: doctors, nurses, firemen, and paramedics turn up the heat in this paranormal and contemporary medical romance collection. 
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Dynamic Destiny pits Destiny, aka Mistress D, against Dr. Jeremy Edgerton, her overbearing boss. The good doctor is still finding his feet in the BDSM community, but he takes a step closer to what he really wants in this tease. 

Destiny stepped back from Alex, her legs shaking slightly. It had been weeks since she’d given anyone a fucking like that. Nicholas picked up the swaying submissive before she fell on her face, carrying her to a corner where he stroked her hair and whispered to her.
After wiping her brow, Destiny leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. When she straightened, a bottle of water filled her vision.
“Oh, thank you.” She took it and cracked the lid. It nearly fell from her grip when she saw who stood before her.
“Mistress D, I know you’re probably done for tonight, but…” If she hadn’t seen Dr. Edgerton here before, she might have assumed this was his younger brother. This timid and trepid man fought to find the words. “Would you want to play with me? Sometime?”
She blinked several times, no words coming. He brushed the back of her hand, lifting it to bring the bottle to her lips. With a shake of the head, she tipped it and took several long swallows. It gave her time to think.
Having witnessed her previous encounter, he probably wanted to do something similar. She would have to set him straight.
“Alex is Nicholas’ sub. I don’t have one that we could play with together. Did you have someone in mind?”
He shook his head before she finished the sentence. “No, that’s not…” He licked his lips and then went down on one knee. “Would you play with me?”
Caught off-guard a second time, she used the water to distract, nearly emptying it. “I thought you were with Charles; a top.”
Yeah, it's the same art as Doris' :p
He looked over to where Charles spanked a young woman. “Yeah, I thought so too, but it doesn’t seem that way. I mean, it was fun, and I learned a few things. One of them is that I don’t get off on that. Watching you, though, I think, maybe, I should be bottom.”
She hefted the bottle again, but looked at it in disgust when it couldn’t cover her any longer. Could there be anything stranger than Dr. Edgerton on his knees before her?
“Let me know what I can do to convince you. Maybe if I…” He released the last few buttons holding his shirt closed, pulling it off and dropping it at her feet. “Do I please you? Mistress?”
Bare chested, he wasn’t the doctor any longer. He offered himself to her. Really? She still couldn’t quite believe that part, but he wanted to please her. She knew what to do with that.

Tuesday 30 January 2018

#tantalizingtuesday #pandora #sleepingbeauty #twistedfairytale Pandora: A Sleeping Beauty Tale

After far too long, I'm back to tease you! Here are 200 words based on this picture.
Pandora wrestled with her joy at seeing her mother again after so long and the envy she had for Bianca, the young woman Helen had been mothering while Pandora learned from Tabitha how to use the magic she had been born with.
The two older women chatted while Pandora gazed into her teacup. Her own reflection flickered and was replaced with the face she hated, the face of a murderer. The man had killed all her four-legged friends.
Prince Russel had managed to consummate the marriage he sought, but Pandora would trade faces with Tabitha before she would bow to such a man. If only she weren’t cursed to see him in every reflected surface.

Russel continued to shave even though he couldn't see his face any longer. Once he was home, he'd have servants to do it for him. Until then.
He cursed loudly and dropped the knife in a clatter when he cut himself for the third time. Curse the girl. What had she done to all the mirrors? This one also reflected the Princess, resplendent in silks and cavorting with a queen that could only be Helen. Every now and then the witch came into view. Damn them!

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Wednesday 24 January 2018

#MidWeekTease Changes #BDSM #Transgender

My first transgender story was published in the Prowlers and Growlers boxed set, but soon you'll be able to get a copy of it on its own. Changes is a cautionary tale about getting what you wish for, as shown in this #MidWeekTease

Jacqueline sat down in her office and opened her email. She had two messages with the same subject. Your cousin.
She opened the first and was floored by the photo. A woman in red vinyl, the same vinyl that rested in her bottom drawer, posed in front of a sub with clothes pins on his scrotum. The message was from Sammy, a friend from Riz Kay. Jacqueline had met David in the back room, but they rarely played there these days. This Domme looked amazing. What was the connection? The second message had the same woman leaning over her sub while his tears poured down. Her expression was one of utter bliss.
“Masochist,” she murmured, touching her monitor.
The second email had text as well as the photo. “Your cousin Heidi knows her way around a dungeon.”
Her cousin? She didn’t have many cousins and none looked like this woman. Jacqueline touched the monitor again with envy. She wished she had those full breasts, the wide hips, the dark curls. Choking down her emotions, she closed the message, determined not to think about it the rest of the day.
She managed until lunch. While she ate, she replied to Sammy, still stunned by the picture.
I don’t have a cousin named Heidi. She looks amazing but more masochistic than I like. Was that boy okay? I hope I can meet her some time.
Setting her phone and its mail browser aside, she pushed the thoughts aside as well. Once she was home and had changed into a satin nightie, she checked her mail again. Sammy’s reply waited for her.
She used your name to get in. Don’t think she’ll have any trouble when she comes back. She stole the show. BTW when are you and David coming next? I want to see that round bottom of yours pink and purple.

Jacqueline smiled. When they went to the club, she was always dressed and hated to be naked with anyone she didn’t know well. After all, when you took away the lingerie, she looked like a man trying to be a woman. Instead, she wore assless panties and David would toss her skirt up to expose her for his spanking pleasure. That way her cock stayed out of sight, but she could feel included rather than a spectator. She normally was just that, and she wasn’t alone. There were more than enough people who wanted to show off, people like Heidi, that an audience was welcome.
Don’t know. I’ll ask him. You?
While she waited for Sammy’s reply, Jacqueline prepared dinner for herself and David. He would be home any minute and put his touches on her work. He was so good at bringing out the best in her, turning her from plain to flashy, bland to brilliant.
The phone pinged with the new message and Jacqueline set her spoon aside to pick it up.
Need someone to take. Well, I guess I could do like Heidi and just grab whoever is there. That always feels weird, though. How can a stranger trust me?
Jacqueline typed quickly and dropped the phone to pull a pot off the burner just before it boiled over.
Because your eyes are honest. That’s why I trust you.
It was true. Aside from David, she trusted very few people, but Sammy was one. They’d tried being a couple once, years ago, but they were too alike, even though she was a Domme and Jacq a sub. Sammy always said it was just the way one woman knew another.
The door opened and David turned to the kitchen, looking for her. “Good, you’re home. And what a smile. You been having fun without me?” He slid in behind her, kissing her ear. Her cock, which had been flaccid perked at his touch.
“No. Just notes from Sammy. She wants to know when we’ll be at Riz Kay next.”

Monday 22 January 2018

Flying High @LizGavin_author #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon #milehigh #reverseharem

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SPOTLIGHT on 
Liz Gavin ~~~ Flying High


More loving with menage in this reverse harem! 
Something you'll see more of if you follow Liz Gavin.


Half-an-hour after they had settled at a corner table, Kay had a confession to make. “I’ve changed my mind. You were right. This outfit is a winner,” she told Sylvia as she bottomed up her glass of red wine and returned the smile a man flashed her from across the room.
“I like that. He’s got potential.” Syl observed as she followed Kay’s gaze. 
“He does,” she agreed as she watched his 6-feet and some change frame approach their table. 
Her heart flipped, then hit the bottom of her stomach when he squatted beside their table, on Sylvia’s side. Fuck. She should’ve known better than to hope.
“My friends and I are hitting a club nearby. Great music and beautiful people. You’d be the perfect addition to our group,” he said without a glance Kay’s way. 
She shrugged and resigned herself to hiding her disappointed sigh inside the glass of water she sipped. Sylvia had bugged her all afternoon and part of the evening to go dancing. Kay had chosen a bar instead because she didn’t think she’d be able to dance in the sky-high heels she was wearing. Her jaw dropped when she heard her friend’s reply.
“Not my style.” Sylvia wiggled her left fingers, making the wedding ring sparkle under the dim lights of the bar. 
“That doesn’t mean crap if you’re at a singles bar.”
“It does to me and that’s all that matters. I’m here for the booze.” She winked at Kay.
Her friend was there to boost her confidence. Sylvia wasn’t much of a drinker, having had issues with an alcoholic mother. 
Raising his hands and shrugging in defeat, the man returned to his friends. Kay noted they began a heated argument, a dark-haired man shook his head so vigorously his shoulder-length hair whipped his face every time he swept his eyes in their table’s general direction. While he seemed to quarrel with the tall blond who had just returned from their table, another member of their crew crossed the room to try to convince Syl to change her mind. Shorty returned to his friends empty-handed just like the first one.
“Maybe I should be offended they ignored me, but I’m amused.”
“Don’t mind those losers. Let’s find a treat for you.” Sylvia squinted her eyes as she scanned the bar. 
“This just proves my theory. There’s little point in going the extra mile to put together this look if all I’ll get at the end of the night is a pair of sore feet.”
“I’m not done with you, missy.” 
Kay spotted the tall dark-haired man from a moment ago marching towards them, a purposeful expression on his wide brow, his deep-set black eyes zeroed in on their table. 
“I’d say they aren’t done with you,” she taunted Syl.
When the man got within hearing distance, Sylvia raised her hand. “Save it, pal. I’ve told your friends I’m not going clubbing with you.” 
“Those guys are morons. Please don’t mistake me for them. I mean no offense, ma’am, but I’m here to talk to your friend,” he explained as he held Kay’s gaze.
“None taken. Finally, a guy around here shows he’s got brains. Grab my seat. I’m going to the restroom and might not come back for a while.” Syl winked at Kay and the newcomer, then strolled away, ignoring Kay’s glare.
He placed Syl’s chair beside Kay, then offered his hand. “Greg Ambers.”
Kay shook it and replied, “Kay Montanaro.” 

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Friday 19 January 2018

Saving Penny @the_ArielMarie #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #wolf #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

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Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

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SPOTLIGHT on 
Ariel Marie ~~~ Saving Penny


Nothing will stop the Alpha in Drake from protecting Penny. 
This is the first in Ariel Marie's Imperial Knights series.


Drake’s eyes flew open as his body sprung into a sitting position on his bed. He looked around his dark bedroom and cursed.
That same damn dream.
He fell back against his plush pillows, staring at the ceiling, while breathing deep to try and catch his breath. His chest was slick with a thin film of sweat.
What the hell did it mean?
He’d had the dream for close to thirty years now, and suddenly, it was coming more frequently. It focused on him chasing after a penny, as if he was afraid of losing it. Some nights he was protecting it. Other nights, he possessed it and kept it locked away in a safe that was hidden in his home.
He was confused why his unconscious mind would be obsessed with a coin. He was worth a billion dollars, thanks to the family business that he ran with his two brothers. Business had been booming over the years, and between the three of them, they were worth a few billion dollars each.
So why a fucking penny?
Was his brain trying to tell him to save his money? Even if he went on crazy spending sprees or outlandish vacations, he would never be able to spend the fortune he had accumulated over the years. Because of the dream, he’d made sure that he and his brothers made smart investments in their business and with their money.
The sound of a phone ringing filled the air. Reaching over to his nightstand to grab his cell phone, saw his secretary, Cynthia Potts’ name flash across the glass screen.
“Cynthia, what time is it?” he growled into the phone. From the absence of light coming through the windows, he knew it was still dark outside. He wasn’t sure if it was officially the early hours of the morning or the middle of the night.
“Don’t growl at me, young man,” Cynthia’s chipper voice greeted him. “You pay me good money to deal with you. It’s time to get up. You have a ton of meetings today, and one of them is with the Secretary of State.”
He ran a hand across his face. Every night he had the dream, he always woke up feeling like shit and drained of energy. He threw his blankets off and swung his feet around to the floor.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” he stated. He knew that his secretary was tough as nails and took no shit, which was why they got along so well. Anyone who worked for him could not be a pussy. Cynthia had been with him for twenty years, and she could hang with the toughest of men. Most of the office personnel tiptoed around her for fear of her wrath.
“Don’t start with me, Drake. Just know it’s time for you to get up. Go for your run and get your ass to the office.” A click followed, signaling her disconnecting the call.
He chuckled to himself as he stood and walked over to his closet. She was the only person in the world that would be able to get away with talking to him like that. Good secretaries were hard to find, especially those who could keep secrets, such as her knowing that her boss was a fierce wolf shifter. 

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Wednesday 17 January 2018

Ethereal Protector #MidWeekTease

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Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!
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Ethereal Protector is the story of Summer, a reincarnation of a witch burned at the stake, attending University in Salem. With her comes Geoffrey, the ghost of the man who loved that ancestor.

Here's a tease!
Summer strolled through the woods, plucking flowers and leaves. She plopped them into her basket, next to a folded blanket. When covering her harvest, it looked like she was gathering strawberries, the only fruit out this early. She worried less now that she had an acceptable purpose. No one seemed to understand why she collected the inner back of hazels and willows, why she cut hellebore and mint and chamomile. Most thought she was up to something nefarious, something demonic. It couldn’t be less ethereal, rather it was intimately earthy.
After bringing her harvest home, she set her basket on her counter and began to boil water. Her drying racks came out next and she spread out her haul for preparation.
Her door burst open and she jumped, a handful of bark falling into the boiling water. Damn, she’d wanted to add that slowly.
“Mary, help me.”
Summer hurried to the man carrying his son. It didn’t occur to her that he’d called her by another name. “Here,” she said, pulling a trundle out from under table. Charles set his son, Geoffrey, down on the hard surface. She would have to get him moved once she’d finished her examination.
“This is the same sickness?” she asked, peeling back one of Geoffrey’s eyelids to peer into his eyes. They were bloodshot, but otherwise normal.
“Yes, this infernal disease doesn’t want to leave him. He fell down again.”
Summer nodded. “Take him to my bed,” she said when she’d finished checking him over.
Charles picked the sick boy up. He wasn’t a boy so much as a young man, and his father grunted under the weight. Summer cleared the way and then closed the bedroom door on her patient.
“How can I pay you?” Charles asked.
Summer waved him off. “Don’t talk about that. Just keep this quiet, very quiet.” There had been whispers around town and the last thing she needed was to be connected to witches.
“Of course. I won’t mention it again. Let me know if there is anything you need.”
Summer looked over her kitchen. “Cloth. I need linens.”
Charles smiled and his shoulders dropped. She expected he felt relieved to have something to offer her. “I will get you yards of it. Thank you, Mary.”
“Now shoo. I don’t want any rumors about you in my house.” Infidelity was less violently punished than consorting with the Devil, but by a slim margin.
The boy groaned as Summer stirred her boiling water. Cup in hand, she scooped up tea, and then whispered prayers over it, infusing it with her own soul. “Here, Geoffrey. Drink and sleep.”

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Monday 15 January 2018

The Secret of Site G @ElviraBathory #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #mermaid #centaur #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

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Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

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SPOTLIGHT on 
Elvira Bathory ~~~ Vampire's Seduction


A mermaid and a centaur hooking up? Damn!
There's always something original when you read Elvira Bathory.



Arabella Rossi woke feeling groggier than she could ever remember feeling, with her head pounding harder than she had ever known possible. The last thing she could remember was having a drink with her best friend Lachlan Storm at the School of Spirits, the local watering hole but she didn’t remember getting that drunk.
She opened her eyes and was met with the harsh glare of unforgiving light which caused the pain in her head to intensify, Ouch! Did someone get the license plate of the dolphin that fucking hit me?
As Arabella moved her right hand to rub the back of her neck in an attempt to ease some of the pain, she was met with resistance. Discovering that her hands were bound behind her back caused her to panic and instantly become fully aware.
Where the Hells am I? And, bigger concern, what the fuck do they want from me? Arabella frantically thought.
She wasn’t sure why she was convinced that it was a they that had captured her, but Arabella had learned a long time ago not to ignore her instincts. She knew she needed to get a better look at her surroundings, maybe get a clue as to where she was being held, but the tidal wave of pain that had taken up residence in her head wasn’t slowing down.
She heard footsteps approaching and fear made her heart race. Arabella closed her eyes until they were only open a slit, appearing to be sleeping to the casual onlooker. She attempted to calm her breathing while trying to locate the source of the sound against the onslaught of the fluorescent lights.
Who are these people?
Trying to find a door or a window, Arabella discretely searched the room but only found white empty walls. There was some sort of system that was pumping air into the room because the small hairs on the back of her neck moved slightly in a cool breeze. A quick glance showed a small metal vent above her head. The witty mermaid supposed a trip through the ventilation system would be a quick escape if nothing else presented itself.
Oh shit! Lachlan was right! My curiosity is going to get me killed. Quite possibly sooner than he anticipated. Lachlan had warned me not to get too near the shore on Arcadia Beach today; pleading with me that he didn’t have a good feeling about it. I should have listened to his warning, listened to his instincts as I listen to my own. But I couldn’t help it! I just love playing with that little girl. And she expects me to come to the shoreline when she is on the beach, Arabella thought as she continued to search the blank walls through the slit she had made of her eyes.
It was a fight to slow her breathing as everything went silent as a tomb. Arabella strained her ears, listening for some sort of sound, anything other than her own terrified breaths, but she heard nothing. The silence itself almost became as loud as the water moving through the East Australian Current.
Arabella concentrated on her breathing for a few minutes, trying to prevent hyperventilation, finally reaching a level of calmness by lying to herself; It’s only my imagination working overtime. Waking up in a small, windowless room with my hands tied behind my back has caused me to hear things that aren’t really there. Slow, deep breaths, girl. In and out.
Just as her breathing had returned to normal and her heartbeat had slowed, those supposedly non-existent footsteps sounded again. They were closer than the first time Arabella had heard them and her heart leapt into her throat while she tried to determine just how close they actually were.
“Yes, that’s fine. Just make sure he doesn’t have a chance to escape again. I’d really hate to watch you take the same path of your predecessor.”
The voice on the other side of the wall was that of a woman and carried an authoritative tone, “No! I said…Oh, never mind. Let me see to our newest guest and ensure that she is in one piece. I know how overzealous your recovery team can get.”
As she heard a click and a sliding sound, Arabella forced her eyes open against the sting of the fluorescent lights; causing her headache to protest in earnest. As a rectangle of the wall slid open, disappearing neatly into the wall, they hid the door inside the wall. There isn’t a knob or handle so there must be a special way of opening it. I have to hand it to these guys, they know how to discourage their prisoners.
Arabella wanted to face her captor without showing her fear, there were no amount of lies that she could tell herself to convince her otherwise when she could feel the fear coursing through her body like the electric current from an eel. Although she was afraid, she refused to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her cowering in the corner she was undoubtedly in. As the door swung open wider, Arabella sat up as straight as the ropes tightly binding her wrists would allow.
The woman who walked into the tiny room wasn’t very tall, standing at about five foot four, and she was wearing a gray-tailored suit with a white dress shirt, complete with black low-heeled loafers. Her raven black hair was cut boy short and slicked back. It didn’t appear as though the woman was trying to look masculine,  only that she needed to dress like that to gain respect from the persons she was in charge of. Despite the suit, loafers and slicked back hair cut so short, or perhaps because of it all, she was a lovely sight to behold. Add in her creamy skin tone and Arabella found the woman quite striking, and knew her attire meant she would be all business.

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Friday 12 January 2018

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Thursday 11 January 2018

Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale @JeanneStJames #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Jeanne St. James ~~~ Made Maleen


Two former high school sweethearts, Cow-boy and Princess, turn the heat back on.


 With the two drinks in hand, he went back to stand in front of her. She plucked her glass out of his fingers and swallowed a healthy mouthful.
Needing to touch her, hold her, he settled next to her on the old couch with the ugly 1970s pattern. His apartment and furniture were an embarrassment. But he’d decided to bring her here anyway to be completely honest with her about his situation. Which was that he was barely squeaking by. From what he knew, she had become a successful stock broker in New York City. He couldn’t compete with rich, successful men who wore expensive business suits, drank Johnny Walker Blue, drove fancy sports cars, and owned vacation houses at the shore.
He only had himself to offer.
Laying a hand on her knee, he squeezed. He wanted to do nothing more right now than pick her up, throw her on his bed, and make her climax over and over until the break of dawn. To give himself to her completely.
After emptying the contents of his glass, he reached for hers, setting it on the floor. He slid his hand along her jawline and into her hair, encouraging her closer. She didn’t fight him and her mouth parted slightly, the scent of cola and whiskey on her breath.
Licking along her bottom lip, he tasted the sweetness, before sucking it in between his teeth, nibbling gently, and with a final soft nip, he sealed their mouths together, deepening the kiss.
Last night he simply wanted to hold her, but she had wanted more. Tonight, he was the one asking for more. He wanted everything.
“I need to be inside you, Princess,” he murmured against her succulent lips. “I need to be a part of you.”
She moaned, the sound making his cock swell. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. I want you too.”
His erection impatiently pressed against his jeans, ready to dive deep into her wet heat once again. But this was more than sex. More than a fuck. He wanted to make love to her, feel the connection they had last night. Hell, fourteen years ago.
“Cow-Boy…”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to bed,” came her husky answer.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He stood, pulled her into his arms, and then threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and laughed as he hauled her across the room and tossed her onto the bed. She landed dead center, bouncing a couple times before stretching sexily before him.
“This is a lot softer than a pile of hay or the floor.”
“Only the best for you, Princess,” he teased.
She released a throaty laugh, one that turned him on from his head to his toes. He ripped off his clothes and within seconds, stood at the end of the bed, naked as the day he was born.
“Where’s your hat, Cow-Boy?”
He lifted a wait-a-minute finger and he grabbed an old, worn cowboy hat out of the only closet in the place. The same one he wore back in the day. He smacked it against his bare thigh and then placed it on his head, tipping it down as he stalked back over to the bed.
“That’s my Cow-Boy,” she whispered. She sat up and pulled the tight V-neck sweater she wore over her head. She whipped it at him and it landed softly at his feet.
With a sensual smile, he leaned over the foot of the bed to tug her old cowboy boots off and then watched as she lifted her hips and shoved her jeans down her thighs. He grabbed the bottoms of her pant legs, helping to get rid of the offending denim. And then she laid there in matching blood-red lacy panties and bra. The color went perfectly with the dark brown of her hair and her lightly tanned skin. He could stare at her forever. But his cock disagreed.
He fisted himself, his gaze sweeping down her body. From her long hair spread out like a cloud around her head to the delicate length of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breasts peeking out from her bra, the soft roundness of her belly, to her narrow waist widening into those luscious hips. Her legs were long and lean, like a runner’s.
“You just gonna look and not touch, Cow-Boy?”
“No, ma’am,” he groaned, his accent strong. He climbed onto the end of the bed and onto his knees to move up her body until he straddled her thighs.
“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy,” she said with a big smile.
Bray thickened the twang in his accent. He put a finger to the brim of his hat and tipped his head. “Happy to oblige, Princess.”
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