And here's a taste of this hot, sexy western for you.
When
Jamie Randall kicked the dust of Amen, Texas from her heels, she swore neither
the town nor the bad boy she'd given her virginity to would never see her
again. Yet here she is, returning under a cloud of disgrace, not a penny
to her name or a soul to welcome her--least of
all the sheriff. Jamie
Randall—a decade hadn’t lessened the bitter taste of her name. Zane Cameron had
only been good enough for sultry summer sex. But the local hell raiser is the
sheriff now and determined to run her hot little body off the worthless piece
of land her father left her and right out of his sleepy little town. Just as
soon as he scratched a twelve-year-old itch. Explosive
passion changes Zane’s mind, but before they can explore their
feelings, strange events threaten Jamie and it becomes obvious someone
else wants her out of the way. Dirty
money, cold-blooded murder, and deadly secrets interfere with Zane’s plans to
convince Jamie to give him a second chance.
He
closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers
like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before,
burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body.
She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his
neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already
soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.
His
tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this
kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn’t have moved
away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach
under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One
touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply
melted away.
His
tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking,
tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a
shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the
sensations that assaulted her body.
The
harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker
her legs became until she wasn’t sure she could stand at all if she took her
arms from his neck.
When
every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction,
tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?”
“Mmm?”
She forced her eyes open.
“You
using your old bedroom?”
“What?
My bedroom?”
He
extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I’m
going to fuck the life out of you, and I don’t want to do it on that ratty old
couch.”
She
could barely focus enough to from clitoris to vaginal opening and back,
gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his
mouth and sucked on it.
“Taste
good, too. Just as I’ve remembered point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second
door on the right.”
Later,
when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought
from it, she’d wonder why she hadn’t just ordered Zane Cameron out of her
house. He certainly wouldn’t take her by force. That wasn’t his style. No, even
after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them,
and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could
think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set
off in her body.
He
held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot,
he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on
her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her
eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face,
and instantly heat warmed her blood.
With
hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of her
bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the
floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his
ravenous gaze.
He
drew in a deep, ragged breath, and let it out slowly. “God, Jamie, you have the
most gorgeous cunt in the world.”
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5 comments:
Congratulations on getting your story into so many languages, Desiree.
Major congrats, Desiree! And well deserved. :)
Hot, hot, hot! And congratulations..
Great news, Desiree! The book sounds terrific.
Congrats Desiree! What a wonderful feeling! :)
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