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NaNo Day 27:

Viking-2—1777 words

TW—1364 words

Almost there. Almost there. Almost there. I feel like the little engine that could. Three days left and I can see the end in sight, but I have to keep glued to this chair. Can't let up a second.

This week was a bit of a mixed bag. I took two days off to visit with relatives who came in from Iowa. We went shopping (I bought some beautiful baroque, champagne-colored pearl earrings—that took care of my jewelry fix). But those two days cost me dearly. I had to write for 13 hours straight yesterday. Will do the same today. I will not miss my deadlines!

So, summing up, this last week, I:

* Added 34 pages to Viking-2. I completed heavy edits for chapters 1-16.

* Added 20 pages to TW, and completed heavy edits for chapters 1-2.

* Read around 20 stories for Girls Who Bite, and assigned them to the Reject/Maybe/Yes! folders.

* Completed final line edits for True Heart (coming January 4th!).

By Wednesday of this week, I have to:

* Finish edits of chapters 17-23 of Viking-2.

* Finish writing chapters 5-7 of TW and complete editing too!

* Finish reading all GWB stories, revise those I'm keeping, and plunk them into the manuscript.

Let's hope I can keep up the pace, because I HATE to be late. Y'all have a terrific week. Think of me. Almost there. Almost there…

Saturday Snippets: Bad Dates

My cowboys would never have a bad date. However, my heroines aren't exactly perfect. One heroine in particular had a very rough time getting ready for a date with a cowboy who's way out of her league…

Night Watch

Schoolteacher Amy Keating never planned to be a voyeur, but one innocent glance into deputy Logan Ross's bedroom window has her hooked. Now she's into a world of sexual play she never knew existed…

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The next afternoon, Amy was on her knees sliding out the shallow plastic box from beneath the bed, eager for a little dress-up. She'd already spent the day cleaning the house. Now she wanted to do everything she could to give herself a little boost in self-confidence before her date with Logan.

She'd pulled a dress from her closet, still wrapped in plastic from the store. The short, navy sheath with tiny sprigs of pale gray and pink flowers had been bought on a whim and never worn. Too short for school, and with no man around to inspire in her the courage to actually wear it in public, it had stayed at the back of her closet. But not tonight. A pair of silver sandals, also never worn, would complete the ensemble.

The choice of dress and shoes had been the easy part. She hoped what was stored in the bin would solve the rest of her problem. She pulled the black thong panties and corset from the bin, and bit her lip, wondering if the corset was too much.

It was another gift from her happily married sister whose answer to all dating woes was the right underwear.

Amy dropped her robe on the bed and slid into the panties, enjoying the thrill of the narrow strip of fabric sliding between her buttocks.

She felt naughty and a little braver when she turned in front of the mirror to assure herself her butt didn't look like a sumo wrestler's.

The corset wasn't as easy to don. The slender cords cinching the waist laced up the back. Before attempting to put it on, she fed the strings through the eyelets, leaving them loose, and then shimmied the silk garment up her long legs and tugged it over her hips. That was the easy part. Reaching behind her to draw the ends of the strings up and tighten them took a contortionist's skill, but then it wasn't designed for a woman to put on, or remove, by herself.

The thought of Logan seeing her in this drove her to persevere. She wanted to impress him. Let him think she was less of a mouse than she really was.

The thought of what he'd done last night, how he'd kissed her, what he'd said, had left her warm and pink-cheeked all day long.

Last night had only been the beginning.

This morning when she'd pulled into the teacher's parking lot, his squad car was already there. He'd unfolded his large frame from his seat when she brought her Honda to a halt and walked to her door.

She'd been breathless, caught off guard, seeing him so soon. Dressed in his khaki uniform shirt, dark pants and a cream cowboy hat, she'd melted into gooey puddle. She'd sat stunned until he opened the door and leaned inside to brush her lips with a swift, chaste kiss.

"Let me get your things," he'd said.

He'd shouldered her bag and carried her books like any other high school male trying to make a good impression on a girl, and she'd been plenty impressed.

So had Carla and Vanessa whose jaws dropped as he strode by, walking at her side.

After he'd laid his burden on her desk, she'd noticed the bulge in his pants pocket, but she'd been too polite to comment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small apple, rubbed it on his shirt sleeve, and left it in the center of her desk without another word.

Then he'd turned, walking past the girls and winking at them before leaving.

The girls had rushed forward, swarming her.

"Oh my God, Miss Keating! Is he crushin' on you?"

She'd laughed as they'd squealed, feeling almost as giddy as they had, then assured them that he wasn't "crushing" on her, but letting slip that he had asked her on date.

They'd made her swear to tell them every detail, and she'd crossed her fingers behind her back because if things went as she hoped, there was no way on God's green Earth that she'd ever tell a soul.

"Dammit." The ties behind her back defied her. She gotten them almost tight enough to cinch her waist, and then dropped the strings. Rather than loosen them and start over, she hurried to the kitchen and drew a set of tongs from the drawer beside the sink.

But as she was turning she caught a glimpse of Logan, pulling into his drive. Her attention snagged, the tongs brushed the wall, hitting the garbage disposal switch.

The dry grating noise from the disposal as it ground to life startled her, and she dropped the tongs on the floor, bent to pick them up, and started turning back to the sink to switch off the disposal.

That was when she felt the corset cinch tighter. Amy tried to pull away from the sink, wondering what she'd caught the ties on, but couldn't budge. In fact, the corset continued to constrict around her waist, drawing her backwards toward the counter. Then the disposal began to make a horrible, garbled noise and cut off.

With a fateful certainty, Amy knew exactly where the ends of the slender cords were stuck.

Panicked, she reached for the knife drawer, determined to cut the cord, but her long arms couldn't quite reach.

With her back to the counter and her body pulled tight against it, she stood helpless for several minutes wondering what she could do.

Her house was too far from Logan's to shout for help. Besides how embarrassing would that be?

Her gaze landed on the phone on the opposite counter. If she could just reach the phone and hit one of her speed-dial numbers…

Lord, she couldn't see the digits from here. Whomever she reached, whoever came to help, it was going to be a long damn time before she lived down the humiliation.

Tears welled in her eyes. She'd so looked forward to tonight, but this was the pinprick to burst her euphoric bubble and return her feet to solid ground.

Logan Ross was willing to take her out. Probably willing to fuck her. But he wasn't going to stay in her life. However much she longed for it happen.

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Logan answered the phone on the fourth ring, having rushed straight from the shower. Water ran off his skin and hair in rivulets, dripping on the carpet. "Ross here," he barked, irritated because he'd recognized the number on his Caller ID.

"I know you're off duty," the dispatcher, Nancy Sessions, said, "but we're sending you on a call."

Logan heard snickering in the background and nearly hung up the phone in her ear. He'd been teased mercilessly when he'd let slip about his date that day at work. Seemed his buddies thought the match a bit odd.

"Since you know I have plans for tonight," he gritted out, "why the hell are you calling me?"

"Um…" She broke off, and more muffled snickers sounded on the line. "We're short-handed…besides we knew you'd want to handle this one…p-personally." The last word sounded as though it had been squeezed through an accordion she was laughing so hard.

Logan never liked to let anyone get to him, proving a lack of self-discipline, so he took a quick breath and tightened the towel he had wrapped around his hips before he responded. "Okay, I'll bite," he said evenly. "What's the emergency?"

"Seems your pretty little neighbor…has gotten herself into a p-predicament…," she said, her voice tight, laughter edging every word.

Amy? His heart stopped. He dropped the phone and rushed to the door, pausing only long enough to slip on a pair of flip-flops before running across the grass separating their houses.

Moments later, he pounded on Amy's door. "Amy? Are you all right? Open the door!"

"Oh my freaking God," came a faint mournful voice. She sounded near to tears.

"Amy!" he shouted. "Open the door if you can."

"I can't," she groaned.

He backed up, preparing to kick it in.

"It's open. Don't bust it down for God's sake!"

He turned the handle and entered, his gaze panning a living room, then narrowing on the opening into the kitchen where the sounds of soft shuddering sobs emanated.

Jesus, had she injured herself? Was she bleeding out? He rushed through the doorway, and then skidded to a halt on the tile floor when he saw her. She was backed up to the kitchen sink, her body bent unnaturally. Her hands clutched the edge of the counter beside her hips–her narrow, but nicely rounded hips.

"You're not hurt?" he asked softly, noting the tears welling in her eyes.

"Just stuck," she said, her voice sounding thick and raw.

Relief, poured through him, and he nearly smiled at her predicament, but he knew she already felt humiliated. Her face and the tops of her tiny breasts were flushed a deep rose.

His gaze snapped back up to hers. "I'm here to help."

"I called 911," she said softly, then sniffed. "Wasn't sure who I reached when I called. Had to hit speed dial with my toes."

His gaze dropped to the phone on the floor, and he realized she must have had to reach those long, long legs up to the opposite counter to reach it, toppling it down before she nudged the button with her toes.

"They called me since I'm right next door." And because they knew darn well he was excited about his date. He strode toward the telephone, picked it up and set it on the counter, hanging up the handset to cut the connection, knowing he'd just spoiled the rest of Nancy's fun.

"I couldn't reach a knife or scissors," she said, sniffing. "The strings got caught up in the garbage disposal."

"I see," he said softly, turning back to her. No wonder her back was arched so sharply. And beautifully. Her body was bowed; the bottom edge of the corset had risen to bare a pale ribbon of flesh above the silky material of her thong panties.

Logan slammed the door on the arousal creeping into his dick. As much as he was tempted to take advantage of the situation any man would enjoy, he had another agenda to advance.

She needed him.

"There are scissors over there," she said, lifting a hand from the counter to point to a cup filled with pens.

Logan shook himself, knowing he could get lost staring. He retrieved the scissors and walked slowly toward her. He had to stand close to see around her. Black silk cords, stretched taut, disappeared into the garbage disposal.

He snipped them, and then caught the ends as she pulled away from the sink. "Let me," he said, "You still have plenty left to tie a bow."

"I feel so foolish. I never wear anything like this…"

"I never would have pictured it either," he murmured.

"Should have stuck to white panties and bra."

He finished the bow and cupped her shoulders from behind, then leaned forward to breathe in the scent of the soft brown hair she'd twisted into a messy knot at the back of her head. "I think you're lovely."

Her head angled sharply toward him, and he drew back. "Really?"

"To tell you the truth, I've been picturing you in granny panties. That image in my head has kept me hard for weeks."

Her eyes widened. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. "I can change."

"Don't. I think it's sweet you wanted to make an impression. But did you really expect me to see this, tonight?"

Her blush deepened, and her glance slid away. "I shouldn't have assumed you wanted me…that way."

His hands tightened. "Oh, I want you, all right. But not before you're ready. I don't want to rush you. We've got plenty of time to get to know each other."

Her gaze slid away. "What if I don't want to wait?" she whispered.

Logan's plans to woo her slowly crumbled at the hint of longing in her tone. Logan cupped her cheek with his palm and turned her face back toward his. The stark hunger he saw in her hazel eyes was all he'd hoped for. "Since we both know you're going to need help getting out of this thing," he said softly, squeezing her shoulders, "keep it on and go finish dressing."

She nodded, her tongue swept out to lick her lower lip and he knew what she was asking for, even if she didn't.

He bent and pressed his lips to hers. Just a quick brush of lips was all he planned, but her tongue stroked his lip and he groaned, leaning closer. The tips of their tongues met then slid sinuously together.

He tamped down his growing desire and broke the kiss. "I better get out of here before I embarrass myself."

Her gaze dropped to the towel, then darted back up to his chest. "Not anything I haven't already seen," she said, a smile crimping a corner of her wide mouth.

He smiled. "Or tasted."

Her blush deepened as she met his glance.

"Get dressed. I'll be back in an hour." He strode away, adjusting his towel. As he crossed the yard, he heard an engine.

"Hey Ross!" came a shout from a squad car parked on the street between the two houses. Deputy Kramer raised a cell phone he held in his hand.

Logan shot him the finger and started cussing. No doubt his picture would be passed around the stationhouse and posted to the bulletin board. Him in his tented towel.

But he couldn't be too irritated. Not with the picture firmly burnished in his mind of Amy standing with her back arched like an exotic bird, the tops of her small breasts quivering with each ragged exhalation.

Her body was long and slender like a willow switch. Flexible.

What he'd seen of her narrow hips and buttocks aroused a predatory hunger. He'd wanted to keep her there, strip the panties down her long legs and devour her sweet heat.

The expression she'd worn was the only thing that had held him back. She'd been embarrassed to the point of tears, her modest nature compromised. He'd bet anything she would have preferred a stranger seeing her like that over him.

She'd wanted to make an impression. Prove she was willing to try to match his appetites.

Damn, he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind or the scent of her light floral perfume and heavier feminine musk.

Already, he was imagining her strapped to the St. Andrew's cross. He'd bet her limbs would stretch the length of the crossed ties. He also knew her long legs would wrap nicely around his hips, locking him to her body.

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A Question

NaNo Day 25:

Viking-2—0 words

TW—0 words

Like a lot of you, I have company underfoot from out of town and children crawling all over me because school's out. Today, the adults are going shopping! Yeah, I got talked into it. Thankfully, they aren't keen on going to the malls. We'll head into Hot Springs and troll the long downtown strip. It's always fun. I'll see if I can find anything to tick off my Christmas list.

Yesterday and today will be busts so far as word count toward NaNo and wrapping up the Viking book, but I have the weekend ahead of me. I won't crawl out of my mole hole (what everyone refers to as my office) until next week.

In the meantime, I have a question for you to ponder…

If you lived on a farm, which chores above all chores,

would you definitely not want to do?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today's all about family, so I'm taking a little break. However, I did want to thank you all for making this such a spectacular year for me!

Thank you, thank you for your support. Pleasing Sir remains #1 on Amazon's erotica list. Breaking Leather is currently #1 on MBaM's website and is screaming up the list on Amazon as well. I'm very blessed with the loyalty of my readers. I'll keep working hard to please you!

Back to the turkey! Muah!

Guest Blogger: Berengaria Brown

NaNo Day 23:

Viking-2—1196 words

TW—198 words

I love chocolate. And vacations. But the best thing of all is vacations with chocolate.

Oh, and a delicious partner or two as well, of course.

So I guess it is not really surprising that vacations tend to run through my books. Or maybe it's just that my characters like to go on vacation too.

In "Huldah's Two Hikers", Huldah, Derek, and Corey went on a three-day hike in a National Park. Then in "Double Satisfaction", Imogen, Gage, and Liam spent a week at a luxury resort.

My latest book, "Summer Sizzle", is not a ménage, it's MM. But it is set on vacation. At the beach. This particular beach is one I have visited and adore. In fact, the book is dedicated to the beach, as it was the inspiration for the story. Not the characters, they just appeared in my head, demanding their story be told. But how that story would unfold so the characters could achieve their Happy Ever After? It was the beach which decided that.

Craig and Seth took one look at each and lust erupted between them.

Of course, achieving an HEA wasn't that simple, but the beach did its utmost to ensure it happened.

Summer Sizzle

Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.

Their growing intimacy is interrupted when Seth is called to a meeting at the school where he teaches. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed due to school consolidation. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.

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Summer Sizzle—Warning: MM

"Enough," said Craig, standing up. "Let's go to bed."

"Good plan." Casually Seth dropped his towel and let his cock lead the way out of the room.

Craig retrieved the lube and condoms from the bathroom while Seth pulled the covers down the bed. He piled the pillows up behind his back and lounged against the headboard, his legs spread, his cock pointing straight up.

"God, you look hot." Craig had left his towel in the bathroom and was now naked. His cock was huge and hard, the head reddish purple with excitement.

"Climb up here and let me suck you. I want to play with that barbell."

Craig slid across the bed, his arms open to pull Seth into a bear hug. They wrestled a little on the bed, each one demonstrating his muscles but both careful not to hurt the other. Seth, larger and stronger than Craig, ended up on top and sat across Craig's hips. Then he swiveled around to lie on top of the other man, and sucked Craig's cock deep into his mouth. His tongue played with the jewelry, rolling it and sliding all around it, then slipping into the eye of his cock to lick the tiny drop of liquid already there. Then Seth relaxed his throat and took Craig in unbelievably deep. The other man groaned loudly. "God, that's good."

Craig wiggled around a bit so his mouth was level with Seth's cock and he began gently biting his way along the length. Seth let Craig pop out of his mouth for a moment to say, "Oh, yeah I like that!" before sucking Craig in again as deep as he could go.

While Seth sucked and played his tongue around the ridge and the piercing, Craig nibbled and bit, adding bites of pleasure-pain alternating with soothing sucking.

Very quickly Seth's brain was frying with sensory overload. The cock in his mouth tasted totally delicious. It was long and hard and hot, and playing with the barbell was fun. Craig was also very sensitive along the join between cock and cock head and Seth was enjoying teasing along that line, cranking up the tension. He opened the back of his throat wide and swallowed as much of Craig as he could, taking the man impossibly deep and loving every moment of it.

Meanwhile the sensations coming from Craig's efforts on his own cock were setting his nerves endings on fire. Seth loved a little pain with his pleasure and the nips and sucks along his cock were just the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Sharp tugs of teeth, soothing laps of tongue.

Seth deep throated Craig again, sucking with all his might, knowing he was close to coming and guessing that Craig was too.

Craig cracked a palm hard on his ass. His body jumped as he sucked even harder on the luscious cock in his mouth.

Craig slapped him again, hard, twice in quick succession. It was enough. His cock exploded huge bursts of cum and Craig's cock down his throat did likewise. Hastily Seth pulled his mouth back a little so he could swallow every tangy, spicy drop of cum, then sucked hard again, causing Craig to give him another spurt of delicious seed. He licked the head clean then sadly let the cock drop out of his mouth.

Craig dragged on his arm, pulling him around, and they lay together, heads on the same pillow, and cuddled. Craig reached down to pull the bedding over them and they relaxed into each other's arms, totally satiated for the moment.

Huldah's Two Hikers

Huldah aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Huldah.

Derek is tall, dark and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Huldah just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.

Between them, Derek and Corey bring Huldah's passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever.

Then Derek's bossiness starts to cause problems. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail? And will they even get there if Derek insists on doing the navigating?

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Double Satisfaction

Imogen, Gage and Liam relax at a luxury resort for a week's vacation and some extra-hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and the facilities are excellent—swimming pools, beach, tennis and golf. The men are delicious too, and Imogen is having a wonderful time—until bossy Gage makes a few autocratic decisions that remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking potential heartbreak.

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Breaking Leather is here!

NaNo Day 22:

Viking-2—2005 words

TW—1241 words

One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to seal her heart forever…

You already know it's hot—three sexy cowboys tag-teaming the one woman they all love, breaking down every objection she could have about why it's not gonna work… Besides the sex, which is orgasmic, there's angst enough to satisfy the most romantic heart. Click on the cover, buy it! You're in for a helluva ride!

Thanks to everyone who dropped by the past few days. Yesterday's winner of a free download of Breaking Leather is…Ute! Ute, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

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NaNo Day 21:

Viking-2—2172 words

TW—1308 words

Post a comment and be entered to win a free download of this book!

Yesterday's winner is named at the bottom of this post.

Enjoy this sneak peek!

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One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to seal her heart forever.

Chrissi Page has tried to find one man who heats her bed the way the Kinzie brothers did one shameful night years ago. She's failed miserably, leaving her with no choice but to bank that inner fire—and keep a lid on her inner bad girl.

She'd been weak, unable to choose between three men who appealed to her in different ways. And when they'd confronted her as a tease, anger had boiled over into a passion so wild, she's still trying to live it down.

Since that night, Ezra, Cade and Joshua have individually sown their wild oats with pretty much the entire available female population of Two Mule, Texas. Yet nothing erases the attraction they still feel for Chrissi. And when she ends up stranded on the road near their ranch, it's their last chance to turn their mutual obsession into an unusual proposition.

One weekend, three on one. If she can't stand the heat, they'll let her go on with her life. And try to find a way to live with the hole she'll leave behind in theirs.

Warning: A girl who thinks she can't have it all, and three brothers who set out to prove otherwise. One on one, two on one, and three on one; bondage in the wild; a bit of riding crop action. And a pickup truck load of emotion.

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Josh Kinzie watched the truck drive along the last hundred yards of gravel road before bumping over a cattle guard and into the fenced yard. He made out two figures in the cab—the bear-like figure of his brother and a slender, dark-haired feminine one sitting beside him.

Ezra had done it. Gotten Chrissi into the truck. With a little help from him. While Chrissi had been busy with Ms. Dunstan, he'd been busy making sure her radiator hose sprang a leak.

He pulled the reins to the right, whipping his horse around, and let out a loud "Yee-haw!" before racing toward the house. He pulled back when he neared the front porch and slid from the saddle to the ground in one fluid glide.

Cade sat on the top step, squinting against the sun as he watched the truck come to a stop. "We may still hit a snag, bro."

Josh glanced back at the truck. The couple inside appeared to be arguing.

"Not a good sign if he can't even get her out of the truck," Cade muttered.

Josh snorted, not too worried. He remembered how Ezra and Chrissi bumped heads in the old days. "Ezra may not be one for sweet-talk, but he does have a way of makin' the ladies do exactly what he wants. Eventually."

Cade grunted. "Chrissi's grown a metal-plated backbone."

"Our girl's all grown up."

They shared a glance, but turned to the sound of a door slamming.

Ezra crammed his cowboy hat on his head and walked around the truck, his features stern and his jaw grinding.

The sound of a click made Josh choke down a bark of laughter. "Did she just lock him out of his own truck?"



Cade grinned. "Won't do her any good. Though I think he's only givin' her a chance to behave. He's got the keys in his hand."

"Still, she's playin' with fire." Everyone knew you didn't defy Ezra Kinzie and expect to come out unscathed.

The two younger brothers watched, amusement growing, as Ezra cussed softly and tried the handle again.

"Chrissi," Ezra said, his voice deepening in warning, "thought you wanted to use that phone."

Even through the windshield, Josh could see the stubborn tilt of her chin.

Dark humor glinted in Chrissi's eyes. "I'm thinkin' I'd be better off usin' your truck to get back to town all by myself."

Ezra held up the keys. "Woman, how do you plan on doin' that? Do you know how to hot-wire a truck?" He tugged off his hat and raked a hand through his short, dark hair. "You were fine a minute ago. What the hell changed?"

Through the windshield, her gaze shifted to the two men on the porch and held.

Josh cussed under his breath.

Cade stood and brushed off his jeans. "Guess it might help if we made ourselves scarce for a couple o' minutes."

Josh grabbed up his horse's reins and spared one last look at Chrissi.

Her gaze met his, and her eyebrows furrowed into a fierce scowl. He tipped his hat to her and ambled toward the barn. Not looking back once.

It was hard pretending he was relaxed and indifferent to her anger. While she'd blatantly ignored Ezra and Cade over the years, she hadn't been quite as harsh with him, giving him the occasional subtle nod or tight smile.

He'd thought maybe she didn't hold as deep a grudge against him because he'd always been the one eager to soothe her bruised feelings, the one to coax a smile when things got out of hand with Ezra. And everyone always thought of him as the little brother, even though he and Cade had been born only minutes apart. That fact afforded him a little extra leniency with the ladies.

Josh cupped himself, readjusting his cock. Yeah, relaxed was the last thing he'd felt for days since they'd hatched this wild-ass plan. He tugged on the reins, pulling his trembling horse behind him. Sooner he turned him over to one of the ranch hands to walk, the better.

He didn't like leaving everything in Ezra's capable hands when Chrissi was on a tear—even though Ezra had always been the one who could bend a woman to his will, usually with just a look.

Josh ignored a pang of worry over the fact his brother's naturally dominating will didn't appear to be working at the moment. Chrissi was here. Within reach. One of them would shatter the armor she'd built around her heart.

Chrissi watched Josh lead away his tall roan gelding and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd thought her worst fears had already been realized when Ezra arrived to rescue her. Seeing Josh and Cade, in close proximity to Ezra, had sent her body into apoplectic shock, stirring up all those old memories.

Foremost in her mind, she remembered skinny-dipping in the river with them. Innocent enough since Ezra was her boyfriend and had approved. And how could she resist when the three brothers had eagerly shed their clothes?

Sweet Jesus, the three of them, so alike and yet so different… She'd gotten love-drunk on the sight of them.

Ezra, older by only a year than the other two, had always seemed so much more mature. His body even then had been broad and sturdy—ripped from his shoulders to his calves. His size and strength had always made her feel safe, except during sex—but then his largeness and sexual intensity thrilled her, frightened her almost, she'd wanted him that badly.

Cade had been the quiet one. The nice one. Always courteous, always respectful, but his slow smile, so seldom seen, had had the power to melt her to her toes. And although the most reserved of the three, the memory of being held inside the circle of his strong arms whenever she'd suffered a fright was a cherished one.

And Josh, dear God, Josh was the golden child. Blond where the other two were dark-haired, his tall, lean body and the wicked glint in his crystal blue eyes, as though he was always ready for an adventure, had never failed to make her hot. How many times had she smoothed her thumb over that dimple in the center of his chin and warned him not to break a woman's heart? Why hadn't she taken her own damn advice?

That day by the river, the sight of their tall, tanned bodies, lined up prettier than any Chippendales' review, had sucked the air right out of her lungs.

She hadn't been as eager to get naked, feeling a little insecure among so much perfection, but they'd teased her, joking with each other, jostling and shoving until she'd laughed at their antics and joined them.

Even then she'd felt their combined illicit allure. Her nipples had prickled, her sex had tightened—but she'd been relieved to know she wasn't the only one affected as each of the boys' cocks had hardened.

They'd laughed, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to watch each other get hard. Her stare had lingered as she assessed their size, the slight upward curve of their shafts, the ruddy tan color that gave way to a reddish-purple at their fat, round crowns. When they'd grown silent, she'd dared an upward glance.

Ezra's steamy blue gaze had locked with hers. "Not anything to be ashamed of, Chrissi. We're guys. It's what happens when we're around a pretty girl. Only you can't always see it when we're dressed."

She'd thought about that often, wondering how many men walked around with hard-ons inspired by a stray glimpse of an attractive woman. Not something she wanted to think about, considering she'd been living like a nun for a very long time.

"Open the door," Ezra repeated, his voice sounding as rough as gravel. She shivered at the quiet intensity of his order. Even after all this time, she wanted to do exactly what he asked. However, she knew where her submission would lead.

She folded her arms over her chest and looked away.

The locks sprung. The door slammed open. Startled, she glanced up, but Ezra already had her wrist inside his hand and was pulling her from the seat.

She slid to the ground, stumbled against him, and felt that rock-hard chest she'd sighed over for years. Resisting the temptation to explore, she shoved away.

"You always this stubborn?" he bit out.

She tossed back her head. "Guess you don't know me as well as you thought."

"I know more than you think, Chrissi."

She arched an eyebrow. "You don't know me. You haven't for a very long time."

"I know you're wet."

Her jaw sagged.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Am not," she whispered furiously. She turned to pick up her purse where it had fallen from her lap to the dirt and closed the cab door. Then, stiffening her backbone, she strode toward the porch.

The screen door slammed behind him as he walked inside without giving her a backward glance. She hated it when he did that, pretended his mama hadn't taught him any manners, because she knew it was deliberate. Something he did when she disobeyed him. A punishment.

And he knew she liked punishment.

She gave a silent moan and climbed the steps. The sooner she placed that call the better. Already she felt some of her carefully erected reserve crumbling away beneath the liquid heat her proximity to Kinzie testosterone generated.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Four Sworn is…Wynter! Wynter, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

2 Days to Breaking Leather! (and quick SRC)

NaNo Day 20:

Viking-2—0 words

TW—0 words

Yes, very bad author, me! Not one single word. Did have fun though seeing the girls at the DSRA meeting yesterday! A really quick Sunday Report Card, then onto the fun stuff!

This past week, I…

* Added 65 pages to Viking-2

* Began work on TW, and am currently at page 30

* And I made progress on culling stories for GWB (slim progress)

This week, I want to finish up Viking-2, and begin deep revisions; get through ch 6 of TW; and finish GWB—completely! Not too much, huh? Ask me next Sunday how my bloodpressure and eyesight and rheumy fingers are!

Back to the fun stuff!

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Yesterday's winner is named at the bottom of this post.

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"…Wicked. Hot. Decadently Sinful. That's how I'd describe the latest installment in Delilah Devlin's Lone Star Lovers series. You gotta love a hot cowboy, and I felt spoiled with not one, but four sexy men."

Fallen Angels Reviews

"Blend all this together and what you get is explosive, emotional and endearing, something Delilah Devlin does better than anyone. This is hot, sexy fun and a heartwrenching trip…"

Whipped Cream Reviews

There's a wild child trapped inside her, and they're hell-bent on unleashing it…

As the pretty daughter of the town whore, Shanna Davies has always tried hard to toe the line. But she just can't help it. Her boyfriend, Bo Crenshaw, has lured her untamed spirit out to play once too often. It's time to get the hell out of Dodge and make a new start where no one knows her past. After she fulfills one last, wicked fantasy.

Shanna is Bo's first everything. First kiss, first sexual playmate, first love. Yet he's never managed to convince her that he accepts her—good girl and bad—just as she is. So, she wants a memorable send off? No problem. He'll give her one that'll make her think twice about leaving.

On the appointed night, Shanna expects nerves. Yet once she crosses the threshold, the prospect of surrendering to a night of unrestrained passion with Bo and the three Kinzie brothers makes her mouth water—and her courage dry up.

But she asked for it, and now she's not about to blink first in this game of sexual chicken…

Warning: Four lusty cowboys prove a little domination goes a long way in breaking a stubborn woman to saddle. Lots of spanking, binding, flogging, and double-dipping can keep a girl on her toes, her back, her belly, her knees…

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Friday night, Shanna couldn't get any closer to Bo unless she crawled inside him. She'd climbed into the cab of his pickup and slid all the way over the bench seat, lifted his arm and snuggled against his side. She was hot and cold and scared all at the same time.

Ever since he'd told her the Kinzies had agreed to share her, she'd second-guessed herself a million times. She'd even called Bo twice to tell him she wanted to cancel, that it was all a joke, but he hadn't believed her either time. And here she was, pulling in front of the Kinzie ranch house, and her stomach was so taut she thought she might throw up.

The trip from her place in town to the ranch took only fifteen minutes, but she'd held her breath most of the way and felt winded.

"It's gonna be okay," Bo said, pulling her close and kissing her temple. He raised his arm over her head, put the truck into park and killed the engine. Then he turned back to her, his moss-colored eyes crinkling at the corners with his strained smile. "You don't like something, all you have to do is say so. If you want to change your mind, just head for the door. I won't judge you."

Shanna gripped one of his hands and squeezed it, glad of the darkening shadows that hopefully hid the blush heating her face. "I can't believe this is gonna happen, and that you're okay with it."

His eyebrows lifted up and down in a quick, wicked waggle. "Why wouldn't I be? You want it. I want you happy."

"That's what friends do, huh?" she said, lifting her chin in challenge. "Find a group of men willing to gangbang their girlfriend?"

His sigh seemed to come all the way from his toes. "It's not gonna be like that, Shanna. I swear, it's not gonna feel dirty."



"How do you know? Are you a girl?"

His chin firmed. "You wannna leave? We can head to Shooters. I'm okay with that. We can drink ourselves shitfaced. I'll see you home and tuck you in safe—and alone."

Shanna glanced away, staring blindly at the sprawling white ranch house. "I've dreamed about this every night since you said they'd do it, you know. I dream that tomorrow I'm walking through Two Mule, but I'm naked and everyone can see me."

His arm snaked around her shoulders and he hugged her close. "On my honor, baby, this is just between us. No gossip. Not a word or a sly look will follow you after this. I know you want this, but I know why you're scared. That's one thing you won't have to worry about."

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a slow smile. "Oh yeah? So what will I have to worry about?"

His smile widened. "Walkin' bowlegged for a week."

Shanna couldn't help it, she snorted. Laughter spilled out. When they'd both quieted, she lifted her mouth.

Bo didn't have to be told what she needed. He gave her a quick chaste kiss. "Come on inside. The guys aren't gonna jump you. We can talk first." He reached for his door handle.

She reached for hers and opened her door. "This is embarrassing. I'm already imaginin' them all naked. They won't have a thing to be embarrassed about."

"Neither will you."

She slammed the door and met him around the front of the truck. "I'm too skinny. I've got no ass. And a sixth-grader has bigger boobs than me."

"You're slender. You've got the prettiest, softest skin, and your nipples are cherry-colored." He thumbed one of her little berries through her shirt.

Her pussy clenched. "Okay, I can do this."

Bo encircled her waist with both arms and pulled her into his chest. "Yes you can. I'll be right there with you. I won't let anything happen you don't want."

How could she tell him there wasn't likely to be anything she wouldn't want? She'd stored up a lifetime of sexual fantasies, never letting them loose because she hadn't wanted to be seen as anything like her mother. Even with Bo she'd stuck to plain vanilla, shying away from anything too wild.

She squared her shoulders.

Bo unwrapped himself from her and held out his hand. She took a deep breath and placed her trust in him. He'd never let her down. Never pushed her. He'd been the best friend a girl could have.

"It's gonna be okay."

When she stepped onto the porch stairs, the front door opened. Josh, the youngest of the Kinzie brothers strode out and clomped eagerly down the steps. He stood beside Bo and waited, staring her up and down.

"Be polite, Josh," Bo said.

"Can't help it," Josh said, eager as a puppy dog. "I've wanted to see you naked forever, Shanna Davies."

His lazy smile was infectious. Shanna couldn't help chuckling even while her cheeks burned. She let Josh take her hand and pull her up the steps.

Bo snorted behind her, but that only made her smile widen. He hadn't liked how easily she'd accepted Josh's hand, not after the fuss she'd made.

Inside the house, she glanced around, curious about the brothers' home. She'd never been to the Kinzie ranch before, would have loved seeing the corrals and horses during daylight, but the interior of the old house was pretty impressive too. Yellow stone and natural wood on the outside, inside the walls were a mixture of stone and plaster. Stone stretched along the far wall with a bump out for the huge fireplace. A cast-iron chandelier, shaped like interlocking longhorn cow horns, was suspended from a high ceiling. The floor was a warm yellow oak. The furnishings large and leather—masculine browns and golds.

"Everyone's out back," Josh said.

Everyone. She hoped to God he meant just his two brothers.

They walked through the living room to the French doors on the opposite side. The flagstone patio that surrounded a pool was enclosed by a tall wall and lit by tiki torches. Boulders at one end of the pool formed a natural waterfall.

"It's beautiful," Shanna said, stepping farther onto the patio.

Cade rose from a lounger beside the pool. Dressed in jeans, a tight tee and boots, his dark hair was slicked back, and he smelled of soap, like he'd just come from the shower. "Nice to see you, Shanna."

The deep rumble of his voice skittered along her nerve endings, causing her to shiver. She was doing this, really doing it.

His gaze didn't sweep her body like Josh's had in blatant sexual interest. However, the way he looked at her face, especially at her mouth, said sex was uppermost on his mind, too. And since both brothers had proclaimed their interest with a steady gaze, she eyed Josh and Cade, standing side by side, comparing the depth of the muscle that corded their arms and legs, the width of their shoulders. The youngest Kinzie, Josh, was tall and lean like Bo; his shaggy blond hair touched the tops of his shoulders. His face was beautiful, his chin manly, but the dimple in the center softened his look. Blue eyes twinkled but he held still beneath her perusal.

Something about Cade's expression settled her nerves. Made her feel safe. His energy wasn't as apparent as Josh's. His body was tight, his expression a little wary. His gaze was steady as she raked him with a quick glance, all she dared, because the silence was stretching uncomfortably among them. Still, he was the same height as Josh, a tad broader in the chest. His face wasn't pretty like Josh's, being more rugged and masculine, but he still had the power to leave her breathless.

Cade reached for her hand and pulled her deeper onto the patio, toward the pool where a figure swam laps from one end to the other, his long sleek body gliding beneath the surface and completely nude.

Her mouth dried as Ezra Kinzie reached the end of the pool at her feet and hauled himself out of the water.

She stepped back, her heart racing, and tried valiantly not to drop her gaze, but his cock was thick and wakening, demanding attention. He was large. Everything about him was bear-like and oversized—feet, hands, cock. Lord, her jaw sagged as the manliest part of him seemed to grow harder, bigger still, beneath her fascinated stare.

Ezra slid a finger beneath her chin and raised her face. "You're overdressed."

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Unforgiven is…Nichelle! Nichelle, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

3 Days to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 19:

Viking-2—1717 words

TW—0 words

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I'm heading to Little Rock today to see my girlfriends at Diamond State Romance Authors meeting. Shayla Kersten and Myla Jackson should be there too. I'm taking a break from the NaNo wordcount, but just for a day. I have to wrap up all three books by next weekend. Not an easy task given that relatives arrive to stay for a week on Sunday.

I hope you enjoy the excerpt. I have a very special place in my heart for Cutter. He's hard as nails, but when he falls, he falls hard. Almost felt sorry for him when I was writing this story. Almost.

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"…UNFORGIVEN is beautifully written, with sex scenes that should only be read with an air conditioner at the ready. I don't plan on giving many five star ratings, but this one deserves it…"

5 Stars, Romance Overload

"…Delilah Devlin's scorching and unforgettable story UNBRIDLED, has been followed up by the equally hot and mesmerizing UNFORGIVEN… As with any Devlin tale, the sex is so hot it should come with a burn notice. But more importantly, you get pages packed with so much emotion it chokes you…"

4.5 Cherries, Whipped Cream Reviews

"…Delilah Devlin gives a sneak peek into the head of a sexy cowboy whose old fashioned values conflict with his unrelenting desire for a woman who he feels has not lived up to his ideals. We also see a woman who is willing to bend her code for a man who does not necessarily have a big enough heart to deserve her love. Watching the two try to find a middle ground is what makes UNFORGIVEN such an entertaining read."

5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews

"…Ms. Devlin managed to create real, compelling characters, which I don't often find in erotic romance…The bottom line: Loved the characters and found the story absolutely believable…Go forth and buy, you won't be disappointed."

Kwips and Kritiques

How does a man get over a cheating woman? Sweet revenge…

For Cutter Standifer, the pretty little redhead who opened a café in Two Mule, Texas was "the one." Until he caught her in a compromising position with the town's worst womanizer. To further strain his rigid code, his little sister just married the same damn bastard who shattered his world and is living in sin with him and another man.

A year later, he still can't forgive his ex-girlfriend. And forget? Forget, hell. He's ready kick his code into the nearest manure pile and take what he never had from her—full satisfaction.

That fateful morning, all Katie Grissom meant to do was use the bad boy's reputation to force Cutter to piss or get off the pot where their own relationship was concerned. But she went too far—deliciously too far—giving Cutter an eyeful she lived to regret.

When Cutter offers her a no-strings affair she jumps at the chance, hoping to either break through the rigid wall he's built around his heart…or get him out of her system for good.

Warning: When a hard-as-nails cowboy finally lets loose on the only woman he's ever loved expect the loving to get hot enough to melt a cold, cold, heart—toys, front and slammin' backdoor sex are only the beginning…

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She'd arrived late and sat to the side behind tall urns filled with lilies during the ceremony. She'd run to the bathroom when the band struck the first note in the ballroom in the old house. Not until she was sure everyone was deep into their drinks had she started to mingle, always with an eye for where Cutter was.

When she'd seen him and Wade head out the door, glowering at each other and rolling up their sleeves, she hadn't been able to resist joining the throng pushing through the doors to watch the fight.

She'd kept behind everyone, standing on tiptoe to catch a glimpse.

Cutter's back had been to her for most of the fight and she'd drunk in the sight of his broad shoulders and thick arms and thighs as his muscles tensed. Watching the two men go at it like latter-day gladiators had sent a thrill of heat through her body unlike anything she'd felt in a long, long time.

When Cutter's glance had panned the porch and honed in on her, she'd taken a step back, hoping he didn't know it was her because she didn't want to leave just yet.

Weddings were always roller coasters. Happy, tense times for the participants; poignant reminders to observers. She'd clutched a tissue in her hand throughout the ceremony, envying the smiles the bride and groom and best man had shared.

All the while she couldn't help thinking that she might have been the one up there, standing exactly where Dani stood, gazing into Cutter's eyes as he slipped a ring on her finger—if only she hadn't strayed.

Infidelity wasn't something Cutter would ever forgive. She couldn't forgive herself. So she'd been a little tipsy. She'd been more than a little frustrated with how slowly Cutter had taken his courtship. Grown angrier the more she drank that fateful night with the fact he held the reins in their relationship and didn't seem to notice she wasn't happy with the pace.

Justin hadn't had to work all that hard to get into her bed. But even before he'd rolled off her, she'd known she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Katie slipped from the ballroom, and headed down the hallway toward the living room and the front door. She'd tortured herself long enough with regrets. It was time to go home.

Just as she stepped into the living room, an arm reached around the corner, fingers closed around her wrist and whipped her toward a massive chest. The scent of spicy cologne, dust and male sweat assailed her, and she knew who held her inside his tight grip even before she raised her eyes.

Cutter tsked. "Katie Grissom. Funny, I know you weren't on the list of invitees."

Reluctantly, Katie lifted her gaze from the open collar of his shirt to meet his cognac-colored gaze. The color had always seemed so warm, so inviting, but now with angry color in his cheeks, his narrowed eyes made her heart kick into a panicked flutter.



She licked her lips. "Maybe I'm a guest."

"Then where's your date? Maybe I should return you to his side." His narrowed gaze and the bruising on his cheek and jaw lent him a sinister air. "Just to make sure you don't forget who you came with."

Katie pulled on her hand, attempting to break his hold, but he was stronger, more determined to keep her captive than she was to escape. One side of his mouth drew up in a nasty smirk.

She stopped fighting and blew out a frustrated breath. "All right, so I crashed your party alone. I was just on my way out."

Cutter's face hardened and his thighs crowded against hers. "Why are you here, Katie? Did you miss Justin?"

Her body betrayed her, heat softening her core. Could he feel her belly quivering against his? She shook her head. "No, I'm happy for him. Although I really think Dani deserves better."

He grunted, and then pressed her wrists against her lower back, bringing her closer still.

Katie wished she hadn't had the wicked urge to go completely commando when she'd dressed. There was no way Cutter missed the fact her nipples were tight and digging into his chest.

"Miss me?" he whispered.

Katie opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but the anger in his taut expression halted her. Did she want him mad enough to goose walk her to the door or just mad enough to make him let loose some of the feral tension vibrating through his body?

Isn't this exactly what she'd wanted when she'd donned the little dress this morning, forgoing every scrap of underwear for a lavish coat of lotion to make sure every curve glided beneath the scrape of a callused palm?

She licked her lips and tilted her hips—just enough to brush her belly against the thickening ridge of his cock. Oh yeah, she'd felt it.

His darkening glance said he had too.

"Guess you did," he growled. "Or were you being that particular when you got dressed?"

His words stung, but her body trembled from sensory overload. Cutter was too much man for her to make the smart choice and shove away from him.

Katie dropped her gaze and tugged one hand free to slip the buttons of his shirt open, one by one. When the opening exposed his bronzed chest and crisp, brown curls, she slid inside it and smoothed her palm over his hot, sweaty skin. "I've always been…particular."

His chest expanded, and then he dragged her hand away, bringing it behind her back to shackle both inside one large fist. "Looks like you've got a choice," he whispered.

"Doesn't seem that way to me," she said just as softly, tugging at her hands—more for show, because she didn't really want to be free.

His face bent toward hers, and her lips parted. But instead of the kiss she craved, he nuzzled into her hair beside her ear. "You know where the door is. You decide one way—don't let it slam you in the ass."

Katie shuddered as he inhaled along her cheek, like an animal scenting prey. "Or?" she managed to force through her tight throat.

He straightened and his glance cut to the stairway leading to the upper floor and the bedrooms.

Her eyes widened. "But you have guests."

"Who are busy sucking down alcohol at the moment. They won't miss me."

Cutter turned her in his arms and jerked her closer, pressing every inch of himself against her backside. His free hand skimmed up the hem of her short dress, sliding up her thigh to the curve of her bare bottom where his hand paused.

She stood still while his body tightened even more against her and his hand slipped forward, over the top of her thigh before gliding right between her legs.

His breath hissed between his teeth even as his fingers slid over her smooth pussy and into moisture.

Katie didn't care that at any moment someone might walk down the hallway and see them like this, with his hand under her skirt, her pussy exposed. She braced apart her legs and let her back bow around her bound hands to lay her shoulders against his chest.

His strong, thick fingers traced her outer folds, then tucked between them to skim over the sensitive inner lips. A single digit dipped inside her entrance and swirled.

Her legs trembled, her knees nearly buckling beneath her.

His hand withdrew from beneath her skirt, and Cutter loosened his grip on her wrists, freeing her, and stepped back. "Choose," he said, in an even voice.

Katie glanced over her shoulder, thinking fast. She knew this wasn't the answer to all their problems, but she wasn't backing down from the challenge in his rigid face. If she ever hoped for another chance…this was it.

She rubbed her wrists, stiffened her spine, then turned in her high-heeled sandals and sauntered toward the stairs.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Unbridled is…Estella! Estella, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

4 Days to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 18:

Viking-2—2255 words

TW—1260 words

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Did I mention that my Lone Star heroes are pretty raw? Don't believe me? Read on! Here's an excerpt from the first of the Lone Star Lovers series.

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"…In [UNBRIDLED]…we are following the sexy machinations of Justin, and he does sexy so well it isn't difficult to picture him doling out love to his two subs. It's also remarkably easy to see why they'd be eager to do his bidding. However, it is totally refreshing to watch Dani and Rowe slip the noose and insist on him obeying them for a change of pace…If you are seeking an intensely erotic short read, UNBRIDLED is the one for you…"

5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews

Tough…or tender? If she plays her cards right, she won't have to choose.

Dani Standifer arrives home at her West Texas family ranch a day early, ready to pick up where she left off with Rowe Ayers, her high school sweetheart. However, when she opens the door to their line-shack trysting place, it's clear she waited a day too long. Rowe's with someone else—another man. And not just any other man— Justin Cruz, the bad boy with whom she shared one wild encounter, years ago.

Justin's waited a long time for this moment. He knows his reputation, but since he seduced Rowe, he's been a one-man cowboy—waiting for Dani to return and become the delicious fulfillment of his and Rowe's needs. If she's up to the challenge.

To her own surprise, Dani finds she's more than ready to have both men in her life—as soon as she and Rowe teach Justin a lesson or two about love.

Their small town may not be ready for their kind of relationship. And Dani's brother Cutter's mile-deep grudge against Justin throws in a complication that could break the foundation the three of them have built…

Warning: Hold on for the rodeo of your life with rough ridin' male on male action; blazing hot m/m/f scenes; and melt-your-panties lovin' as each of these sexy cowboys gives it the way they know best to turn their woman inside out.

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"Jesus Christ." Rowe bent to grab his blue jeans from the floor, then held them in front of his gleaming cock.

"A little late now," Justin said. "I think she's already jumped to the correct conclusion."

Rowe's fist clenched around his jeans, then he dropped them to the floor and straightened his shoulders. A look of resignation entered his face; a silent plea for understanding glittered in his pale eyes as he returned her stare.



"I didn't know you were gay," Dani blurted out, ignoring Justin's smirk.

Rowe's crimson face tightened. "I'm…it's complicated."

"You're naked, obviously aroused. What could be more simple?" she asked, trying to gather anger around her, but mostly feeling confused. How could she not have known?

"She's got it almost right," Justin murmured.

"Shut up," Rowe bit out.

"Yeah, what'd I miss?" Dani snarled at Justin, hating him at this moment for rubbing her nose in her own naiveté.

"The fact I knew you were comin'," he said, his voice dropping to a sexy purr. "This is your homecomin' present, baby."

"Justin, you bastard!" Rowe said heatedly.

The larger, more rugged man shrugged. "She needed to know. She has choices to make here."

"I would have broken the news more gently."

"Doesn't look like she needs you to sugarcoat it." Justin's gaze pinned her. "She's not exactly looking ready to bolt or puke. Fact is, the thought of it, of watching us, turns her on."

"Does not," Dani denied hotly, heat filling her face.

"Your nipples always poke holes in your shirt?"

"You're a jerk." And yet, she barely resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. She tilted her chin in defiance while heat crept deeper into her cheeks. She met his narrowed gaze, while images flashed through her mind. Since she knew what both men looked like naked, she couldn't help the raw, nasty pictures that flashed one after the other.

And yes, they aroused her.

"Prove me wrong," Justin murmured. "Leave now."

Dani shot Rowe a hot glare. "You gonna let him talk to me like that?"

Rowe's jaw flexed, but he didn't offer any response.

"He doesn't let me do anything," Justin said slowly. "He obeys me. In all things—here, at least. Rowan, your cock's flagging." Justin's gaze dropped, drawing all their glances to Rowe's sex, which pulsed and lifted again.

Rowe groaned.

"Get it ready for me," Justin growled.

Rowe's eyes closed briefly, then a look Dani had never seen slid across Rowe's face—something vulnerable and needy. "Justin, not now."

"Not now, what?" Justin said, his voice dead even.

"Please," Rowan whispered, his strong jaw flexing.

"Uh-unh." Justin shook his head. "You've carried around this picture of your innocent little sweetheart for years. But I don't think you really know her at all."

"And you think you do?" Dani bit out, hoping like hell the bastard wasn't getting ready to drop the other shoe that she'd succumbed to his bad boy charm herself. Rowe didn't deserve finding out that the two people he'd taken as lovers had a history of their own.

"The things you asked him to do, Dani," Justin said, his tone dropping to a raspy rumble. "The sexy little spankings, the special bonds you left underneath the bed… It's not in him to do that to you, but he did because he cares."

Dani's jaw dropped and her embarrassment caused her to tremble. "Rowe, you told him about that?"

Again, a muscle flexed along Rowe's square jaw. "I wasn't gossiping. It just slipped out. He found your things and asked. He's a friend."

"Friend?" Justin straightened away from the doorframe. "I'm a little more than that, aren't I? You don't keep any secrets from me."

But Rowe had kept one big goddamn secret from her. Dani's shoulders slumped.

"Don't take it so hard, Dani," Justin said, all traces of mockery gone now. "He loves you…almost as much as he loves me. But every time he was with you, every time he spanked that pretty little ass of yours, he was denying his own nature. Rowe's submissive. Just like you. He's just finally figured out he's not finicky about which gender offers him the kind of sex he craves."

"How the hell did you figure that out?" she bit out. "I've known him all my life."

"Because I watched him…with you. When you dared him into spanking you, he didn't get off on the act. He only got hard when you told him what it did to you, what it made you feel."

Her mouth suddenly went dry. The thought of Justin's dark, hungry glance raking her body as he watched her with Rowe caused another distressing wash of arousal to dampen her panties. She licked her lips. "You watched us?"

"Sometimes," he said softly. "You weren't as careful as you thought. Had to run interference a time or two with your big brother."

"Cutter knows?" she asked, her voice rising. "About Rowe and me?"

"He suspects. But he never got close enough to the cabin to ever know for sure. You have me to thank. And if I happened to catch a glimpse or two of your…sessions…well, I think I earned the right."

"Pervert!"

"Who's the pervert? Me for watching, or you for wanting his hands to leave your ass pink?" He lifted his chin toward Rowe. "Or him for needing the same damn thing from another man?"

"I don't believe you. Not about Rowe. This…" she said, gazing at the mattress in the middle of the floor, "…is just him experimenting a little. But I'm back now." Her gaze locked with Rowe's, pleading with him. "It doesn't mean anything. Not to us."

Rowe's glance fell away from hers, and her stomach dropped. What he had with Justin was important. Special enough that he hadn't bothered dressing because Justin didn't want him to.

"Dani, I never wanted to hurt you." Rowe's tone was low, aching.

Like the lump filling the back of her throat.

"Tell yourself whatever lies you need to stay in happy land, Dani. But we're about to get busy." Justin opened his belt and stripped back one side then locked gazes with her. "Now's your chance. You can run out the door. You don't have to see anything that might traumatize you."

Why was Justin being so cruel? He'd won. He didn't have to rub her nose in this mess. "I'm not a scared little virgin," she said, her voice shaking.

"But you're also not faithful to your boyfriend here either, are you?"

Dani stared at Justin's hard face through shimmering tears. "Justin…don't."

"He can't fulfill you," he said softly. "Not those dirty needs that keep you restless even after he's fucked you."

"Shut up," she said, tears filling her eyes.

Justin pulled apart the snaps of his shirt, letting it fall open to expose the dark fur of his broad, muscular chest. Then he unsnapped the top button of his pants. "Last warning…"

She stood rooted, unable to move as he scraped his zipper down.

"Rowe, take out my dick," he said, never looking away from her. "Now."

"Fuck." Rowe's tone was agonized, but his cock bobbed eagerly between his legs. "Dani, get out."

But she couldn't. Part of her died a little in that moment. But another part, one only Justin had ever touched, caught fire.

"Rowe, don't disappoint me," Justin said, his gaze never leaving Dani's.

Rowe's naked feet dragged across the floor. His expression was taut, his cheeks a brighter red than they'd been moments ago.

Justin firmed his jaw. "Can't turn back now. She knows. Let her see what it's like. If she hates you afterward, she isn't worth cryin' over."

Dani narrowed her eyes, knowing he expected her to bolt. She braced apart her feet and lifted her chin higher, even while she questioned whether she really could do this—watch the only two men she'd ever known intimately have sex.

Rowe didn't glance her way, but his chest rose sharply. Then he slipped his hand inside Justin's pants and slowly drew out his cock. His fingers clasped the shaft gingerly, but his thumb rubbed slowly over the smooth cap. Justin's cock thickened.

"Push down my pants," Justin said, his voice tighter than it had been before.

Both of Rowe's hands slid over Justin's narrow hips and shoved down the faded jeans.

Dani hated to admit it, even to herself, but watching Rowe do such an intimate thing to another man, knowing how the scrape of his rough palms felt on her own bottom, caused her sex to melt.

"Get on your knees and take me in your mouth," Justin rasped.

Rowe groaned, and Dani understood the feeling. Shame and arousal roiled together. Her own body was hot, moisture seeping into the crotch of the lacy undies she'd worn just for Rowe.

Rowe knelt, his hand shaking as he gripped Justin's cock and brought it to his mouth.

Justin cupped the back of Rowe's head with one hand, his fingers threading through Rowe's honey brown hair with surprising tenderness. For long moments, he stared as the other man's lips closed around the tip of his cock and sucked.

Rowe's cheeks hollowed, his eyes closed tightly, but his hesitation ended there. Surrendering, he groaned and opened wide his jaws, gliding along the thick, veined shaft.

"That's it," Justin said softly. "Take me deeper," he said, stroking his hips forward, his cock disappearing into Rowe's eager mouth. Then his gaze rose. For a moment, something almost haunted entered his expression. That wicked brow rose again. "He does it because he knows the rewards. But so do you, don't you, sweetheart?"

Dani didn't answer. She couldn't have pushed a word through her tightening throat if a rattler had slithered over her boot. Watching both men, engaged in such a carnal act, caused unexpected emotions to rise inside her.

Sadness, because she'd never guessed Rowe wasn't fully satisfied with her. Jealousy, because Rowe never made those hungry sounds when he went down on her. And shame, because she wished she were brave enough to approach them and sink to her knees beside Rowe.

How she wished Justin would command her to, take the choice away from her. The hard edge of his voice when he'd cut through Rowe's objections had caused her own body to react with an instant, juicy response.

Justin braced his legs apart, and his face darkened as Rowe's strokes, forward and back along his shaft, picked up the pace. The slippery suctioning sounds and choked excitement gurgling in Rowe's throat caused Dani's whole body to vibrate.

Forgotten for the moment by both men, she wet her lips with her tongue as she imagined how Justin might taste. Moisture flooded her channel as her inner muscles clenched hard.

When Justin flung back his long, black-brown hair, her breath hitched. Starkly masculine elation softened his expression for just a second before his head lowered and his hard gaze met hers, issuing a wordless challenge.

Only Dani wasn't ready to accept. She lost her nerve, turned and fled through the door of the cabin, stumbling down the steps in her haste, before catching herself on the rail and bolting toward her horse.

Booted heels bit into the wood porch, but she didn't look back. With the sun sliding below the horizon, she nudged her heels into her mare's sides, kicking up dust behind her and leaving both men in her wake.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Saddled is…Diane Sadler! Diane, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!