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Holiday reads by yours truly…

Sidda Lee Rain

Holy smokes it’s hard to believe that Christmas is almost here. I’ve already attended one Holiday party with more in sight. And, in Minnesota to say it’s beginning to cool down is an epic understatement. This morning I awoke to temps hovering near 7 BELOW. Yup, it’s begun.

So, of course as a reader-girl I think of snuggling up with a warm blanket and a holiday read. Well, well, I just happen to have a couple of Holiday reads available and a NEW one COMING SOON! Below I’ve listed the blurbs and links to my available Holiday reads.

I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday season

Christmas at the ranch can be HOT!

Touch of Magic is part of a trio

Mistletoe Magic

Be surest check out Breath of Magic by Regina Carlysle and Whispers of Magic by Cindy Spencer Pape

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Maddie Woodward is in a pickle. The last person she expects to see when she returns to the family ranch for one last Christmas is her former lover, Zach Brennan. He’s hotter as he ever was, all male and determined to get her naked. She’s just as determined to show him she’s over him—until she ends up in his bed, enjoying the wildest sex of her life. A night of uncontrolled, erotic sex shows her that Zach is far from out of her life. Now if she can just get him to help her convince her sisters not to sell the ranch—or sell it to the two of them.

Excerpt:

Her sisters had both always had big dreams that didn’t include the Flying W. Okay, they could have their plans. But she should be allowed to have hers too. Why she’d let her parents talking her into becoming a teacher she still didn’t know. Sure she loved kids but that wasn’t where her heart was.

“You need a life outside the Flying W,” her mother had said over and over again.

The last two months had proved to her how wrong she’d been. All she’d thought about since the funeral was finding a way to keep the ranch and run it herself. Quitting her job had been a big step but she’d felt freer than she had in ages. She was committed and she wasn’t turning back.

And Zach Brennan, here of all places. God, how she hated him for the way he’d treated her. That swagger, that arrogance. That smooth, natural charm, damn his eyes. What a sucker she’d been to fall for his line. She’d wasted a lot of her life hanging onto a promise that wasn’t even there. Now it was her turn to take charge.

Shoving the clothing in her hand in a drawer, she picked up the phone on her night stand and called Ty Blackwell. From all the calls back and forth before and after the funeral the number was permanently etched in her brain.

“Maddie?” His voice held a welcoming tone. “You’re the first one here, I guess. Neither of the others has called yet.”

“That’s right. I just got in a little while ago.”

“It’s so good to hear your voice. As soon as Liza gets here, why don’t you call and we’ll set up a time to meet and go over all the details of the will. We can try to put through a call to Jenna wherever she happens to be and get her in on this.”

“You can cut out the sweet lawyer talk,” she snapped. “I’m damn angry with you. What the hell is Zach Brennan doing on my property? I want him off.”

There was a long moment of silence and Maddie could picture the look of shock on Ty’s face.

“Maddie. Honey. I’m sure Zach told you he’s planning to buy the Flying W. When Jack Grady got hurt and couldn’t work any more, it just seemed reasonable to have him move on out there and take over.”

“You get him the hell away from here,” she raged. “The ranch is not for sale and I don’t want to see his lying face anywhere in Texas.”

“Maddie!” Now the shock was evident. “I emailed all of you about this. Your folks said if none of you wanted to live here that was okay. You should have your own lives. The ranch should be sold and the profits split three ways.”

“If being the operative word,” she told him. “I don’t want to sell. That’s that.”

AMAZON

 

Ten Hot Holiday Romances – a Gift for You from Ten Grateful Authors

Ten Hot Romance authors have teamed up to offer you this holiday gift of stories FREE! We’re so grateful that you support us, we just want to say “Thank You!” We hope you’ll love each of these stories, and you can share the love by giving the link to your friends. Happy Holidays!

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Legacy of the Heart by Amanda McIntyre

Legacy of the Heart by Amanda McIntyre

This is such a busy time of year—with the decorating, the special holiday events, baking, planning for family to all gather at home. There is so much to be grateful for.

In my new release, LOST AND FOUND, I offer a story of family, struggle, misperceptions, and romance amid the magic of the holiday and the beauty of a mountain ranch resort in Telluride, Colorado.

New Year’s Eve is about to get interesting at the Double Diamond Ranch in Colorado. Ten years ago, a failed spring break affair leaves Chicago girl, Anna Worthington and Texas boy, Cole Tanner convinced that love at first sight isn’t possible. Now, a decade later, fate brings them together–with a few other surprises in store—and with the challenge that sometimes a second chance is all the heart needs.

Will Cole and Anna fight for their second chance at love? Will the secret his mother kept change Cole’s life forever? Find out more at…

AMAZON

I’m pleased to announce that this Crossover novella introduces a new related series to the Jed Kinnisons son’s in the KINNISON LEGACY trilogy–and the LAST HOPE RANCH series– which features Jed Kinnison’s  dream of a place of healing and of second chances—for both human and horses–

In the new series, you’ll meet some familiar faces from the above mentioned books, as well as some newcomers to the  END OF THE LINE, MONTANA! series–featuring stories of the folks who love, work, love and play in the close-knit mountain town with a history all its own!

And watch for WORTH THE WAIT, coming in the Last Hope Ranch series in 2017 to catch Hank and Julie’s story!

There’s much more to come from your favorite cowboys and the quirky folks in End of the Line, Montana!

Find out more and stay updated at my AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE

Until next time~

#kindnessmatters #doesaheartgood

Hot Cowboy Covers by Elle James aka Myla Jackson

When you aren’t in charge of the final product, covers for you books can be iffy. Harlequin hit the jackpot on my covers for my new series BALLISTIC COWBOYS coming in Feb & March 2017. HOT COMBAT and HOT TARGET have some seriously yummy cowboys on them. These stories are about  military guys who started as cowboys and are loaned to Homeland Security in Wyoming. What do you think? Did the cover gods get it right?

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Loaned to the task force taking on the most dangerous Homeland Security challenges, injured SEAL Jon “Ghost” Caspar is assigned to protect a former lover and her daughter…and prevent an imminent terrorist attack on his Wyoming hometown.

Single mom Charlie McClain hoped she’d never again see the gorgeous cowboy who broke her heart, but with her safety compromised, she needs Ghost. Can she still resist his rugged charms…and keep a bombshell secret about their affair?

With a terrorist on the loose, Ghost struggles to remain professional. But the elite bodyguard can’t guard his heart against beautiful Charlie and her adorable daughter…

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On loan for a local assignment, Max “Caveman” Decker already feels at home in the backcountry of Wyoming. Protecting one woman—even petite spitfire Grace Saunders—is a vacation to the Delta Force warrior. But Grace thinks something darker is at work than the murder she witnessed. It wasn’t a case of the wrong place at the wrong time—it was her “curse.” Every man she gets close to dies. Now she’s saddled with Decker, her sworn protector, who won’t leave her side. Any hope for a simple assignment will change once they’re living under the same roof, where Grace’s curse will be just as inescapable as the crosshairs of a killer.

Rich Rancher for Christmas by Sarah M. Anderson + Giveaway!

Happy Holidays, everyone! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving! I loved spending time with my nieces and nephews. They’re such a cute bunch of kiddos! We also had our son’s sixth-grade winter band concert. Those kids have come such a long way in two years of practicing!

Last month’s winer was Sue Cox! Congratulations, Sue! You won a selection of Beaumont Heirs books in print, plus bonus goodies! Send your snail-mail address to message@sarahmanderson.com!

From Dec. 1st through the 12th, a fun bunch of Desire authors are all joining together for the #12DaysofDesire. Follow the hashtag on Twitter and check out the Harlequin Desire Authors page on Facebook for more details! I’m giving away five copies of Rich Rancher for Christmas and a grand prize is a bunch of books, earrings worth $25 dollars and other fun holiday goodies! So enter to win!

It’s that time again, when I have (yet) another book out! Rich Rancher for Christmas is the last one for the year–which means that 2016 had five Desires (His Forever Family, A Surprise for the Sheikh, Claimed by the Cowboy, His Illegitimate Heir and Rich Rancher for Christmas), one Superromance (One Rodeo Season), one Carina (Crushing on the Cowboy) and one self-pubbed novella (The Christmas Pony)! Whew! No wonder I’m tired!

Here’s the blurb for Rich Rancher for Christmas:

A wealthy cowboy in her stocking… 

CJ Wesley values his privacy more than anything. If TV news star Natalie Baker reveals he’s really a Beaumont heir, the media will go wild. That’s when a surprise snowstorm strands the beautiful reporter in his house—and in his bed. Soon he’ll learn how much she’s discovered…and how much he wants her.

CJ defies Natalie’s expectations. The gruff, sexy cowboy knows how to heat up a snowbound cabin and make Christmas magical. Exposing the elusive Beaumont brother will save her job—but only at the price of their passionate connection. It’s a holiday dilemma…but will the right choice lead to forever?

He’s handy with an ax!

Rich Rancher for Christmas is part of The Beaumont Heirs series.

Rich Rancher for Christmas buy links:

Amazon | B & N | iBooks | Kobo | Indiebound | All Romance eBooks | Google | Harlequin

And because I always save the very best excerpts for you guys, here’s an exclusive peek!

He was so hard with desire that it was now physically painful—but it had been worth it. Real or not, her breasts were fabulous and watching her come?

That had been honest. It had been one of the most exciting things in his entire life. He had rendered her speechless and that made him feel good.

Her hand brushed over his throbbing dick and that shattered the last of his self-control.

He swept her legs out from under her and got the door to his room open. Then they were falling into bed, a tangled mass of arms and legs. He stripped her down to her panties and then down to nothing at all. He wanted to take his time—but he didn’t have any more time to take. This wasn’t a thinking thing. They had blown past seduction and there was no turning back.

“Oh, CJ,” she whispered when she finally freed him. He sprang to full attention and when her hands closed around him, he almost lost it. Because she was stroking him and he wasn’t this strong.

“Babe, now,” he said, forcing himself to pull away and reach for the bedside table. The condoms were probably still good even though it’d been a while. “How do you like it?”

A look of confusion temporarily blotted out the desire on her face. He had to wonder if anyone had ever asked her that. She needed better friends.

“I liked it when you played with my breasts,” she said, her eyes wide as he rolled on the condom.

“Then you can be on top.” And he’d have full access to her. He’d nearly made her come just by playing with her nipples—how much would she shatter if he did that while he was making love to her?

She straddled him. There was nothing slow or gentle about either of their movements. She guided him to her opening and he tweaked her nipples as he thrust into her and it was better than good. The way she surrounded him, all warm wetness? The way she tasted in his mouth? The little noises she made as he pulled her apart so he could drive up harder? He couldn’t even call it great because it was so much better than that.

He surrendered himself to her completely. Her pleasure was all his as she took him in and took him deeper. He filled his hands with her, stroking and sucking, licking and biting until she threw back her head and shuddered. He grabbed her by the hips and drove up into her, letting go as the climax tore through his body.

She collapsed down on him. They were breathing hard and a sheen of sweat covered them. “God, Natalie,” he murmured as he lifted her off of him and slid her into the crook of his arm. He got rid of the condom and then pulled the covers up over them.

She was quiet and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He hoped he hadn’t been too rusty for her.

“Stay with me,” he said. “Stay with me for Christmas. Stay as long as you like.”

She was quiet for a little while longer. “I can’t. I wish I could but…”

It wasn’t like her answer was a surprise or anything. Winters on the ranch were long—but they didn’t last all year. And besides, eventually she’d get tired of his life. She’d want to go back to the comforts and conveniences of living in a big city instead of the isolation and hard work that went with ranching.

He accepted that. But what would happen when she left? It’d taken her less than four days to wind up in his bed. If she stayed through the New Year, how long would it take her to wind up in his heart?

Just like anything else with her, there was a risk. But apparently, it was one he was going to take, common sense be damned.

“I doubt the snow is going to melt before New Year’s Eve.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at him, a strange mix of emotions playing out on her face. “And you’d be okay with that?”

What kind of question was that? Especially considering that they were lying nude in each other’s arms?

He rolled into her, trapping her body underneath his. Even that simple movement made him hard again because he could feel the weight of her breasts underneath him and her legs sliding around his. He began to thrust slowly, dragging his erection over the outer folds of her sex.

“I want you,” he told her as he grabbed her hands and pinned them by the side of her head. “I’m tired of fighting it. I want you.”

“I’m not good enough for you,” she whispered even as she began to writhe underneath him as he made contact with her over and over again. “I ruin everything.”

“That’s a lie,” he told her. “Whoever told you that was lying.” He let go of her long enough to fish another condom off the bedside table and roll it on. Then he positioned himself against her and, with one hard thrust, buried himself deep in her body. “You are good for me and I want you just the way you are.”

And if he couldn’t make her believe his words, by God, he was going to make her believe his actions. As he buried himself inside her, thrust after thrust, he showed her. He wanted her. Just her.

WHEW! I do always save the best for you all.

All in the family by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here! In case you missed it, I launched my very first Kindle Worlds Story on November 8. So excited, and honored, to be part of Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World with my contribution, AUDACIOUS.

AUDACIOUS is connected to Hell Yeah! and with my Circle Eight Millennium series. My heroine, Ronnie, is a descendant of Matthew Graham from my original Circle Eight series. She’s someone who’s had a rough life, one marked by an absent mother and a missing father. Ronnie has struggled to become who she wanted to be and made mistakes along the way, earning her the moniker Audacious.

The hero, Jack Reilly, is someone who is hiding from who he is. His life had been defined by his parents’ choices, ones he started fighting as a teenager until he lost both of them. Reeling from having a reboot on his life Jack doesn’t expect to get involved with anyone since he doesn’t have his own shit together yet.

The universe doesn’t wait for you to be ready for a change; it simply delivers it and it’s up to you to muddle your way through it. Such is the case for Ronnie and Jack. They have to decide if they’re going to seize the chance with each other or continue to hide in the shadows of their pasts.

I love, love, love this story because it’s one of redemption, love and self-forgiveness.❤

I’m publishing an additional 3 stories in the Circle Eight Millennium series. The first, LAZARUS, is available everywhere. The next, SAMUEL, releases on January 31 everywhere! The last, GRANT, will hit shelves in April. The Grahams are keeping me busy!

Delilah Devlin: Enjoy a Sexy Excerpt from FLASHPOINT (Contest)

So, I had this story come out called Flashpoint. It features two of my favorite things—a firefighter from down in Texas. I loved writing Troy Barlow. He’s a hero who doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he’s strong at his core, playful when he’s bent on seduction, and just plain yummy. I’ll share an excerpt below so you can see just what I mean.

One more thing you need to know about Flashpoint, it’s the fourth story in a series of related, but standalone stories. The first three books are also in Kindle Unlimited, which means if you have a subscription, they are all FREE!

Here’s the three stories. You can click on the covers if you’re interested in more sexy adventures featuring men with badges and suspenders…

  

And if you’re not a KU subscriber, but would like to win a copy of one of these prequel stories, leave a comment for a chance to win! Tell me whether you love Texas settings, and what you might like to see from me in the future!

Flashpoint

 

His touch makes her burn…

Troy Barlow wasn’t looking for love when he competed in the Texas Tough Firefighting Competition, but one feisty little blonde caught his attention and wouldn’t let go. The more she tried to deflect him, the more determined he became to make an impression, until he did something she couldn’t possibly ignore.

The last thing Diana Boyle expected to feel was attraction for another firefighter. After her husband’s death, she’d been adamant–never another firefighter. But Troy was impossible to escape. When he wore down her resolve, she thought a one-night-stand might purge him from her system once and for all, but his powerful appeal and uninhibited lust and zest for life were addictive. When a harrowing fire threatens their newfound happiness, Diana has to face her worst fears.

Get your copy here!

Excerpt

They’re naked and standing in front of the bathroom mirror…

Another shiver traveled down Diana’s spine. She’d never seen a look quite like the one Troy wore now. Ravenous. Wild. His blue irises had nearly been consumed by his black pupils. His jaw was tight; his skin stretched over his cheekbones. And every part of him that touched her was hard. The arm clamped over her breasts. The chest pressed against her back. The cock lodged between the globes of her ass.

She’d wanted uncomplicated sex. Maybe a little gymnastic, too. But this was a whole other prospect. Troy was set to turn her inside out, and she was worried she wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.

Her sex life with Mike had been…nice. Happy. Comfortable. But the emotions Troy aroused in her now were anything but.

His intense expression said he’d allow no modesty. No holding back.

As if she could. Already her sex was damp, her labia swelling. Her nipples had sprung instantly when cool hair had hit them, and now ached pressed against his arm.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled into her ear.

“Like what?” she asked, gasping when he bit her lobe.

“Like I’m the big bad wolf.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why are you shaking?”

She widened her gaze, locking with his in the mirror and licked her bottom lip. “Because I’m dying to feel you inside me,” she whispered.

He groaned and his arm moved downward, fingers sliding between her legs to feather across her slit. “You’re wet for me.”

Diana leaned her head against his shoulder and reached back both hands to grab his ass. It was hard, no give at all. She dug her nails into his skin.

He slipped a finger into her pussy and swirled it.

She turned her head to hide her expression as she drew a hissing breath between her teeth. More fluid greeted him, wetting his hand, sliding down her thigh.

“I’m gonna lick that all up.”

Once corner of her mouth kicked up as she wrinkled her nose. “Big talk for a man who can’t seem to find his own bed.”

“I’ll get there. Promise.” But instead of leading her into his room, he reset his feet farther apart, lowering his height, and pushed his cock between her legs. Now she could see him there, sliding through her folds, his big fat head appearing then disappearing, as he stroked forward and back. A crude image that made her nipples harden.

She couldn’t stand the tingling there and cupped her breasts, playing with the tips. His gaze dropped to watch, and he tucked a finger into the top of her folds to circle her clitoris.

She jerked because the nubbin was already hard and engorged. The hood had slipped away. His raspy fingertip touched it directly, and she wasn’t sure she could take much more until he raised his finger, wet it with his tongue, and resumed his teasing motions.

“Troy,” she groaned, arching her back and reaching now to clutch his hair. She pulled as she began to writhe against him, loving the slide of his thick cock, the scrape of his finger. She could come like this, but she wanted more. Wanted him deep. Wanted to be so full and stretched she didn’t remember who she was or the fact this wasn’t something lasting.

Troy removed his hands then tugged on her hair and pulled back her head. Coming around her, he kissed her hard, then walked her backward, his arms surrounding her, guiding her, until her thighs hit the mattress, and she fell back.

Then he was on her, not allowing her to scoot deeper onto the mattress. With her legs hanging over the side, she watched breathlessly as he knelt between her legs and set her thighs on his shoulders.

“Too much,” she said, shielding her pussy with her hand. Too embarrassing. Too intimate. Him there, seeing everything in the lamplight.

But he ignored her, nipping her fingers until she withdrew them. Then he pulled her labia into his mouth, sucked on them, chewed them gently, getting them wet and engorged. When she was ready to scream, he backed off to blow cool streams of air over her hot flesh.

Then he parted her folds, tugging them upward to expose her clit. She groaned again and closed her eyes, refusing to watch him because it was so much dirtier to see what he did than simply feel.

He rubbed his cheeks and chin in her wet folds, the scrape of his beard itchy and exciting. Then he flattened his tongue and licked her up and down, making sure to pay more attention to the tight, hot bud at the top.

Before long, Diana rocked her head side to side and tapped his back with her heels, while she moaned and shrieked, because he surprised her, licking her, then biting her, stroking his fingers inside her pussy, teasing her asshole. Things she couldn’t prepare herself to accept because he never gave her warning.

“Bastard,” she gasped when his tongue dipped into her anus. This wasn’t happening, he wasn’t doing that.

In the next instant, she yelped because he stood and gripped her waist, shoving her toward the center of the bed, then climbing quickly over her.

When he lay atop her, his weight propped on his elbows, his cock resting on her mound, he smiled down at her. “I love the sounds you make. Do you know you chirp?”

“That was a squeal.”

“Sounded like a cricket.”

“You surprised me.”

He bent and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. “And what was that other sound. Sounded like a squeaky door.”

“It was a moan, you idiot, that you interrupted when you…did that thing.”

“That thing? Do you mean when I tongue-fucked your ass?”

She clapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say that. It never happened.”

He bit her fingers.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t get in the way.”

And then he was scooting downward, this time hovering over her breasts.

“They’re small,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“You could always gain fifty pounds. There’d be more.”

“You want me to gain fifty pounds to make my boobs bigger?”

“No, but if you want them bigger, I’m game. Just more of you to bounce against.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “You say the most ridiculous things.”

“I like your tits,” he said, dropping a kiss on one distended nipple then the other.

“Good to know,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest because he was staring so intently.

He grabbed her arms and moved them to her sides. “Stop hiding.” He stuck out his tongue and licked around one dark circle. “You’re soft everywhere—but here the most,” he said, giving her another lick. Then he latched onto the tip and drew hard, like he was sucking a milkshake through a straw.

Her toes curled. More fluid trickled down her channel. “Troy, please.” She gripped his ears and pulled him.

He slid upward. His cock pushed against her folds, and he paused to reach downward and part them so that he could set his fat head against her opening. When he glanced toward her face, he gave her a tight smile. “Almost there. Think you’re ready?”

She shook her head. “Do you always talk this much during sex?”

“I don’t know. I tend to talk when I’m nervous.”

She canted her head. “You’re nervous about doing this with me?”

He nodded and gave her another quick smile. “You’re…so fucking sexy. Perfect. Still can’t believe you gave me the time of day, much less access to your pretty cunt.”

She smacked his shoulder.

He waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m older than you.”

“Are you?” he said, sounding surprised.

“Thirty-three.”

“Ancient!”

She smacked him again.

“And I’m twenty-eight. So, not a huge difference, babe.”

“Guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just sex.”

“And for that…” he pushed inside her, coming steadily up her channel, leaving her no chance to catch her breath, no time to get used to his size. He was just there. Deep inside her. His arms around her. His body over her. No escaping his steady gaze or the strength of will evident in his taut features.

She drew a ragged breath, widened her legs, then lifted her knees, easing them alongside his hips, hugging them, like she wanted to hug him, but couldn’t because her arms were trapped against his chest.

“This what you do when a girl pisses you off?” she asked.

“This what you want me to do?”

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Bucket List–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Rhonda Lee Carver here! I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving. I spent it with my loves. I even got to relax a few hours. And watch several Hallmark movies.

My friends and I met for an engagement party–or rather, small gathering. We played a game and each of us had to make a short and sweet bucket list. Wow, nothing gets a person thinking harder than listing the things they want to do to before they ‘kick the bucket’. We laughed so hard at the answers that were given. Have you made a bucket list? I wanted to share some of the answers with all of you.

Visit a yoga resort
Go on a cruise
Kiss a girl
Have a threesome
Visit another country and have sex with a native
Go nude on a beach
Have sex in a hot tub
Live alone
Learn to accept a compliment
Own a real diamond
Learn to play the piano
Have sex on a piano
Make a prank call to a celebrity
Tell my ex what I really think of him
Flick a booger at someone I hate
Watch porn with my mister
Try out every sex toy in a shop
Wear three inch heels without breaking my neck

And there were many more…

If you dare, post some of the things that are on your bucket list.

I want to show off my new cover. Thank you, Becky McGraw! If you need a hot cover, check out Cover Me Photography.

Here’s an unedited excerpt from A Perfect Cowboy Daddy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 7).

17+ please!

“Moon?” he called out again.

And then he saw her.

Oh brother, did he see her.

She was leaning against the counter in the galley kitchen, wearing nothing but a white cowgirl hat, scuffed boots and a smile that spoke volumes. He gulped down a large dose of reality as he skimmed her firm, rounded breasts, fat, budded nipples, and to the apex of her thighs. Her groomed pussy made his mouth water. He needed a drink of water from that well again.

Damn, he hoped he could use his voice because he was growing so hard, so fast, he wasn’t sure he had an ounce of blood left in his brain. “Moon?”

Her smile grew and so did her nipples. “I didn’t think you’d ever get here. It’s not right to keep a horny woman waiting.”

He swallowed hard. “I was checking Nola’s wound and it took a bit longer than I planned. We’ll talk about that…”

She shifted one smooth hip, opening her thighs ever-so-slightly. He knew it was probably his imagination, but he swore he could inhale her womanly scent on the air. Oh shit, how he liked that scent. “Doc, I didn’t invite you here to have a conversation. I wanted to offer you lunch.” She rolled her hips seductively.

He wasted no time as he practically leaped across the short space between them so fast that his hat flew off and landed on the floor. His cell buzzed in his front pocket and he ignored it, as well as the little ‘ump’ that drizzled off her luscious lips. He yanked her into his arms, dragging her naked curves against his fully clothed, hard body. He could have melted into a sack of bones right then and there.

Nuzzling his nose in her silken hair, he breathed in her shampoo, and scent of seduction. He savored the smell—savored in the fact that here she was, naked and ready for him. How had he gotten so lucky?

He pulled back just an inch, still holding her tight. He stared into her dark eyes. “Do you realize what you’re doing to me?”

“Exactly what I want to do.” Her lashes fluttered. She stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breast pressed against his chest, making his cock come alive. “Do you like my boots?”

“Oh, sweetheart. Best looking…boots…I’ve ever seen.”

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