Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Love Somebody Like You by Susan Fox #5StarReview #ContemporaryWesternRomance #Abuse #Giveaway #Excerpt@Tastybooktours @Kensingtonbooks


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LOVE SOMEBODY LIKE YOU
Caribou Crossing #6
Susan Fox
Released Sept 29th,2015
Kensington: Zebra

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With its breathtaking terrain and welcoming people, the Western town of Caribou Crossing is the perfect place for a heart to heal, and for love to blossom once more…

Since the death of her husband three years ago, young widow Sally Ryland has kept to herself and focused on her struggling business, Ryland Riding. Folks assume she’s still grieving, because Sally has never shared the truth about her abusive marriage, or the trust issues that remain. But when a sexy rodeo rider from her past turns up for a visit, he’s a reminder of the feisty woman she once was—and maybe still could be…

Ben Traynor was always attracted to Sally, but he didn’t move fast enough. Now what Sally needs is patience and gentleness. With an injury keeping him from his next rodeo, Ben has the perfect excuse to stick around and help with her chores—and her healing. And as Sally finds the courage to face her demons and open her heart again, she’ll have to decide if what she has with Ben is more than safety, gratitude, and short-term passion, but a forever love…

“Fox knows how to strike just enough sway between sweet and bitter, homespun and steamy.” 
--Publishers Weekly



Moving awkwardly and painfully, Ben got to work bringing the horses in, removing tack, and giving them a light grooming. He enjoyed being with the animals even though his shoulder ached something fierce.
            He was finishing up when a middle-aged couple in casual Western clothing entered the barn. “Can I help you?” he asked them.
            The pair gazed at him curiously. The man said, “We board our horses here and we’re going out for a ride.”
            “Need help with anything?”
            “No, we’re good,” he said.
            “You’re Sally’s new assistant?” the woman asked.
            Ah, that explained Sally’s air of tiredness and strain. She’d had an employee who’d quit on her. Ben shook his head. “Just an old friend, passing through.”
            The couple gathered halters and left the barn. Ben gave the horses a little water. Unsure whether Sally wanted them turned out to pasture, he left them in stalls and went out to watch her lesson.
            A smile lifted the corners of his mouth at the sight that met his eyes.
            She’d set up three barrels in the cloverleaf pattern of a barrel racing course and she was urging a compact buckskin around the first barrel and on to the second. She looked intensely focused, yet vibrant and joyful— and years younger, like the old Sally. The horse wasn’t a patch on that striking silvery quarter horse she used to own, but Sally herself looked mighty fine.
            When she finished, the sound of clapping drew Ben’s attention to the petite, ponytailed girl atop a black-and-white horse just outside the gate to the ring, and to the woman in the bleachers.
             “You still got it, Pantages,” Ben called.
            Sally swung the horse around, her gaze finding him where he stood near the barn. She shook her head, took off her hat, and ran a hand through tousled redgold curls. “It’s been a long time since I was in shape to compete.” She glanced away from him to the girl. “But Jude here is a rising star. Come on into the ring, Jude, and you and Puffin give it a run.”
            For the next ten minutes, Ben sat with the mom and enjoyed watching Sally work with her student, who did indeed show promise. Following the doc’s instructions, he let his left arm hang free in the sling rather than supporting it with his other arm, which could push the broken bones into the wrong position. And he kept the fingers and wrist on his left side moving, to help prevent stiffness and swelling.
            By the time the lesson ended, two more riders, a middle-aged woman and a teenaged girl, had arrived in separate vehicles. Ben caught Sally for a moment, asking, “Anything I can do to help?”
            Sitting atop the buckskin, she gazed down at him. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good. I’m using the same horses for my lesson with Margaret, and it’s the last one of the day. The other rider, Chrissie, boards her horse here and she’s going to work her in the small ring. She’ll look after her own needs.” She rolled her shoulders, loosening them. “Once I’m finished, you can tell me about Penny, okay?”
            “How about I take you for dinner in town? It’ll give us a chance to catch up.”
            Her eyebrows pulled together. “I don’t go into town.”
            “Huh? Why not?”
            A quick, dismissive flick of her head. “Takes too long. I’m too busy.”
            Wasn’t the town of Caribou Crossing only fifteen or twenty minutes away? Before he could ask, she had ridden away to join her new student, who was getting mounted.
            As the lesson started in the ring, Ben watched for a few minutes. The teenaged student wasn’t a barrel racer, just working to improve her riding skills. Sally had her trot and lope the horse in a variety of patterns around the barrels. She lacked natural talent, but had a great attitude.
            His stomach growled, reminding him that lunch had been too long ago. He went to the trailer to get a handful of cherries from the fridge. Sally hadn’t accepted his invitation. Nor had she invited him to stay for dinner, but it was getting late and they both needed to eat. Easy fix: he’d drive into town and pick something up. Takeout, some beer, and a bunch of flowers.

            Easy, friendly stuff. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be offended.


Susan Fox knows how to write a fantastic novel about a difficult subject.  The subject in this case was spouse abuse.  Please know that if anything you read here or in the book sounds like what you or someone you love is going through, there is help available. The numbers are available at the bottom of this post.

Sally had been a vivacious barrel racer, ready to take on the world at the time she met the man she was going to marry, Pete Ryland.  A short time after they were married, she gave up barrel racing, her family and all of her outside connections, in an effort to focus solely on Pete and what he asked of her.  Asking became telling became forcing became punishing and the abuser was in full swing. What had begun as tender sexual relations became rough and ugly. What was sweet talk and kindness became yelling, belittling and degrading.  Sally could do nothing right - not cook right, not dress right, nothing and her life was a living hell.  Mercifully, Pete had a stroke and died although he left her with a stack full of bills and no money to pay them with.  So she did the best she could.  She started taking in horses for boarding and teaching riding lessons.  Although he was gone, he still played on in her mind - "You're nothing.  No one wants you.  You don't even know how to dress right.  What good are you?" and on and on and on.

One day a rodeo cowboy she knew named Ben Traynor rolled up to her place and was actually glad to see her.  She was wary but as he was wounded, he offered to trade work around the ranch for some place for him to heal until he could return to the circuit.  She nervously agreed.  That was the beginning of the smartest thing she'd ever done.  As Ben began to heal his body, his constant encouragement and support helped Sally begin to heal her spirit.  He didn't always have the right words but that just made him more endearing. And he was really insightful considering the way he was able to understand some of her issues without her having to explain them. And when it came to intimacy, he was so totally willing to take it slow... what a good guy!  That is so thoughtful and kind.  And they really communicated - verbally, heart and soul.  It was Kleenex time for sure.

I just cannot say enough good things about Sue Fox for writing this book and doing so the way that she did. Yes, it is fiction and yes, it is a wonderful second time around romance but it is so much more than that. Her writing makes these characters oh so real and complex, feelings, warts and all.  And it was not at all clear if we were going to have a HEA or a HFN right up until the end and that is hard to do.  She used good wording to get across both the good and the bad - both physical and emotional.  And above all, she wrote about a highly relevant and socially important subject and did it well.  I would give her a thousand stars for that if I could.  As for who should or shouldn't read it, I think that is fairly simple. People need to use wisdom.  If abuse could be a trigger for you, you probably do not want to read this book. Otherwise, read it and learn and enjoy!  18 yrs+

Ratings:

Rating:  5 Stars  - A Must Read!

Heat:  3/5  - Blush Worthy

Remember,  if anything you read here or in the book sounds like what you or someone you love is going through, there is help available.  The National Domestic Violence Hotline is there for you.  Just call 1-800-799-7233 or TYY 1-800-787-3224.  There is also a website but be careful as it is often possible to track internet history, no matter how well you cover your tracks.  It is www.thehotline.com.



A gifted copy was provided by Kensington Books via NetGalley for an honest review.



Award-winning, international best-selling author Susan Fox (who also writes as Savanna Fox and Susan Lyons) is a Pacific Northwester with homes in Victoria and Vancouver, British Columbia. She has degrees in law and psychology, and has had a variety of careers, including perennial student, computer consultant, and legal editor. Fiction writer is by far her favorite, giving her an outlet to demonstrate her belief in the power of love, friendship, and a sense of humor.








Happy Release Day to KEEPING WHAT'S HIS by Jamie Begly - Release Blast #Giveaway #NewRelease #Teasers #Excerpt


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KEEPING WHAT'S HIS
Porter Brothers Trilogy #1
Jamie Begley
Releasing September 29th, 2015
Young Ink Press


The Porter Brother's were raised to live and die by Three Rules 
One, a Porter stands his ground 
Two, a Porter leaves no enemy standing
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Sutton Creech was a cheat and a liar. Tate Porter had found that out when he was eighteen, and he had no intention of letting her make a fool out of him again. He didn’t care how much pain he saw in her eyes or how old memories tugged at his unforgiving heart until, the night a hidden secret is revealed and everything Tate had believed about their past is shattered, proving he had let the woman he loved get away.

Between trying to protect his family and running their pot growing business, Tate doesn't have time to play the "Nice Guy". He'd just have to remember the most important rule his father had given them: A Porter always keeps what's his.


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“She’s not had an easy time since she’s been gone.” Rachel’s soft voice didn’t rouse his sympathy.
The soothing warmth he was receiving from his sister’s hand on his arm didn’t dispel the churning anger in his stomach, and Tate refused to talk about Sutton any longer.
Rachel sighed. “Your temper is going to be your downfall, Tate. Greer may be a hothead, but he gets over it fast. You hold a grudge forever.”
“Yes, I do.” He and Cash had a contentious past over women, but the only one Cash had succeeded in angering him over was Sutton.
“You’re an asshole. I never touched Sutton, but you’re not going to change your mind despite me telling you the truth. Ask me about any woman in town, and I’ll tell you the truth; why would I lie about her?”
“Maybe because your wife is sitting right here,” Tate replied sarcastically.
“I’ve never denied my past to Rachel,” Cash snapped back.
“Then it’s because you knew I cared about her.”
Cash snorted. “You didn’t care about Sutton. You let her go easily enough. If you were as into her as you’re acting, you would have whipped my ass over her. Greer tried to give me a beating over that slut Diane. You just asked Lisa to the prom, instead. You were just tired of having blue balls, and it gave you the excuse to do what you wanted to do all along.”
“Which was what?” Tate snarled.
“Breakup with Sutton and fuck Lisa.”
Tate stood, his chair scrapping back. “I’ve gotta go before I knock the shit out of you. I can’t afford to do any jail time right now. Bye, Rach.”
“Tate!”

He ignored his sister trying to call him back. He didn’t bother paying his bill, either, knowing Cash would take care of it. The son of a bitch deserved to pay his tab.







"I was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and education.
Taking after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC, Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”

Friday, September 25, 2015

ARC Review of Janet Dailey's LONG, TALL CHRISTMAS #FaLaLaFridays #CowboysNCountry #XmasBookReview #ContemporaryWesternRomance


Happy Friday!  As this is my first post on Fa-La-La Friday, please let me explain.  I LOVE Holidays.  Holidays of all kinds, big or small.  I especially love the Christmas Holidays and last year due to circumstances beyond my control, my family and I kinda got gypped. 

Nobody gets gypped this year! 

I wanted to share some of my overflowing Holiday joy with you, my readers.  So starting this week and running until January 1st, EVERY FRIDAY I will post a new Holiday book - maybe TWO - I've read and reviewed to help y'all get just a little extra Christmas Spirit.  You don't celebrate Christmas?  That's okay.  They are not all Christmas books.  Some are about the joy of Winter and the fun it brings.  Others, the happiness that can surround the Christmas Holidays, with or without religion thus we are calling this event FA-LA-LA FRIDAYS, okay?  So grab some of my virtual hot cocoa, marshmallows and cookies (I do love those little marshmallows bobbing in my hot cocoa, don't you?) then sit back and see what book I have for you today!

Let's start out with...



Long, Tall Christmas

(A Cowboy Christmas)

by Janet Dailey

To Be Published:  September 29, 2015
Publisher:  Zebra
Length:  400 pages
Genre:  Contemporary Western Holiday Romance

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This Christmas, wrap yourself in love…

Facing foreclosure on her California home, widowed Kylie Wayne is grateful to accept her aging aunt Muriel’s offer to come back to small-town Branding Iron, Texas, and help out on the ranch. But when an early storm rolls in, Kylie’s dream of a perfect Christmas for her kids is blown away with the unexpected snow. Comfort and joy seem unlikely, unless a certain long, tall Texan with a bad boy’s charm can rope some holiday cheer…

No one imagined restless, independent Shane Taggart would work his parents’ ranch all these years. But with his father gone, Shane is ready to sell his land and see the world—until sweet, sexy Kylie shows up. The dutiful good girl he remembers has turned into a spirited woman, and Shane wants to give her the warm family future she longs for, puppy and all. One kiss under the mistletoe may not convince her, but Shane knows that love is a gift that will last forever…


Review:

Nothing like having everything that could possibly go wrong occur to try and put you in the Grinchy spirit but now single mom Kylie is committed to making this be a 'great Christmas' for her overwhelmed teen/tween kids.  Her husband died the year before while serving in the Army and in the end they moved to rural Texas to live with her only living relative, Aunt Muriel.  Arriving only days before Christmas, Kylie was trying to hold it all together even though it seemed even Mother Nature had it in for her, having buried the entire area in two feet of snow and freezing temperatures, keeping Christmas gifts from arriving and them needing to be creative at best for warmth, entertainment and a little bit of Christmas Cheer. Her kids were bored and missing their friends, not understanding in typical self-centered teen fashion, why this was all happening to them.  

Shane Taggart was a local Kylie knew from her childhood there in Branding Iron, TX.  All through school, he was the local bad boy, the one she'd had an unrequited crush on.  He thought she was Miss Perfect and would never be seen with the likes of him, the town bad boy.  While he'd had plans to blow that one-horse town, his dad having a major stroke had caused him to stay, working the ranch and growing up in the meanwhile.  Now he stops in to check on Muriel and her handy man Henry regularly and helps them out.  

Kylie ran into him literally almost as soon as she got back in town, crunching his beloved motorcycle.  The snow however, causes them to be snowed in together at Muriel's and he starts to see that she's grown up too, it all sorts of good ways.  He finds himself drawn to helping her more and more.  They even have a moment or two alone to talk then before you know it they are drawn to each other and kiss... Before you know it, Christmas starts looking up.  For as the Grinch learns, Christmas comes from the heart.

This is a wonderful double love story filled with characters to warm your heart.  Janet's gift for writing phenomenal stories with smart and witty dialog is present as always.  The story line is tight and bustles with appropriate tension.  This would be a sweet and welcomed holiday gift for almost anyone, including yourself, helping to lift spirits and help us all remember that Christmas indeed is a gift of the heart.

Rating:  5 Stars - A Must Read
Heat:  1/5 - Tame

NOTE: I received this book from Kensington Books through Net Galley in exchange for my honest review.  No further compensation was received.
Meet Author Janet Dailey:


Janet Dailey was born Janet Haradon in 1944 in Storm Lake, Iowa. She attended secretarial school in Omaha, Nebraska before meeting her husband, Bill. Bill and Janet worked together in construction and land development until they “retired” to travel throughout the United States, inspiring Janet to write the Americana series of romances, setting a novel in every state of the Union. In 1974, Janet Dailey was the first American author to write for Harlequin. Her first novel was “No Quarter Asked”. She has went on to write approximately 90 novels, 21 of which have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list.



Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Claim Me, Cowboy by Charlene Sands (2015 Montana Born Rodeo Series) #ContemporaryWesternRomance #Novella #Series








Claim Me, Cowboy
by Charlene Sands
2015 Montana Born Rodeo Series
Published: September 18th 2015
Publisher: Tule Publishing 
Length: 137 pages
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance, Novella


SYNOPSIS

When Summer Nichols inherited half of the Circle W Ranch, she didn’t know her rodeo-riding, bad boy ex-boyfriend came with the deal. But sure enough, Tyler Warren, the man who broke her heart and left her in Marietta years ago, is back and living on the ranch again, claiming he wants no trouble. He’s certainly not back to rekindle their decade ago romance.
Ty only wants what’s rightfully his, and then he’s gone, but not even family secrets and Summer’s seemingly deep betrayal can keep him from remembering the good times he had with the preacher’s sweet, beautiful daughter, once upon a time. Summer is more woman than he expected…
Will Ty seize his second chance, uncover the real truths of the past, and claim Summer’s love again?
The 2015 Montana Born Rodeo series
Claim Me, Cowboy by Charlene Sands
Hold Me, Cowboy by Alissa Callen – September 25th 2015
Keep Me, Cowboy by Nicole Helm- Coming Soon
Choose Me, Cowboy by Barbara Ankrum-Coming Soon


Meet Author Charlene Sands:
Charlene Sands is a USA Today bestselling author penning steamy and emotional contemporary romance and stories set in the American West. She’s been honored with the National Readers Choice Award, the Cataromance Reviewers’ Choice Award and the Booksellers Best Award.
Charlene knows a little something about romance. After daydreaming about the cute boy with the long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes two lockers down from her in high school, to her amazement he asked her out on a date. And he’s been continually amazing her for the past thirty years.
When not writing, Charlene teaches childbirth and baby care in her community. Her perfect day includes reading, drinking mocha cappuccinos over ice, walking the Pacific beaches with her hubby or dragging him to the latest romantic comedy movie.
Keep Up With Charlene:
Her Website Charlene Sands
Facebook- Charlene Sands


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

If I Can Dream (Hell Yeah! Series) by Sable Hunter #ContemporaryWestern #RomanticSuspense #Giveaway #Excerpt #Erotic




If I Can Dream 
(Hell Yeah! Series) 
by Sable Hunter
Available on Amazon


The moment Tennessee McCoy lays eyes on Molly Reyes sitting astride a horse in the desert sun, love hits him like a bolt of lightning from out of the blue. She is his soulmate, his other half. They speak the same language, they want the same things. Their attraction is complete, the passion they share nearly consumes them. Knowing she is meant to be his, Ten can’t wait to make her his bride. The future seems bright until happiness slips through their fingers like grains of sand.


When all seems hopeless, sometimes all we have left is our dreams. Ten can only believe what his eyes can see, what his ears can hear. Molly can’t seem to find the words to make him understand that she would rather lose her soul than betray him. Now both Tennessee and Molly must learn to place their faith in one another, to hold fast to love and trust their hearts. 


Their journey back to love will be one you’ll never forget.

**Due to mature content, this book is recommended for readers 18 and older.**




EXCERPT

“Good. Are you hungry?” he asked as he made a U-turn to head back to the hotel.

“Not for food,” she said mildly, deciding she was going to enjoy their time together. No one was guaranteed tomorrow. She had no idea what their future held, but a man like Tennessee didn’t come along every day.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me wreck.” Tennessee murmured as he tried to focus on getting them to the hotel in one piece.
Watching the lights go by, Molly admitted to herself she was nervous. Needing to tell him what was on her heart, she blurted it all out. “You don’t have to worry. I’m on birth control. I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and my experiences can be counted on one hand. So, I hope you’re not expecting too much.”
Tennessee took her hand in his. “This is our first time, that’s all that matters. The only thing I’m expecting is to lose myself in you. You have no idea how much I want you. Just you.”
Molly’s heart thudded in her chest. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.
Pulling into his parking spot, he was out and around to her side before she could gather her backpack off the floorboard. “You don’t have to wait. Let me carry that for you.”
She handed her bag to him and he shouldered it, using his other hand to pull her close. Making their way through an arched gate, he chuckled. “I’m so damn hard I can barely walk.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that.”
Her natural teasing personality enchanted him. Life with Molly would never be boring. There were people sitting on the long terra-cotta paved verandah, listening to the sound of the water from the central fountain. Tennessee nodded at them politely as he pulled out his key and opened the intricately carved antique doors that led into his room. Stepping back to allow her to enter first, Molly’s eyes went automatically to the huge king-size bed that dominated the room.
“This is nice.” She noted the dark furniture, the silver sconces on the wall and the pair of cowboy chaps that hung predominately over the bed as decoration. “Definitely cowboy themed.”
“I don’t see anything but you.” He whispered as he laid down his hat next to her bag on the bench at the end of the bed.
Molly fingered the hem of her top. She had on the same clothes she’d worn earlier, there’d been no chance to change. “I don’t have anything with me to sleep in, sexy or otherwise.”
Ten came to her, sliding his hand beneath her hair, cradling the side of her neck. “You won’t need anything, pretty girl. I plan on wrapping myself around you all night long.”
“God, I want you.” She shook, a little from nerves and a lot from arousal. Grasping the collar of his white cowboy shirt, she tugged, the snaps popping opening quickly one by one.
Savage satisfaction filled him as he felt her soft fingers move down his chest. “I have never wanted another woman the way I want you.” He feathered kisses across her face. “I’m shaking with it.” Running his hands underneath the bottom of her shirt, he caressed the warm smooth skin. “I need to see you.” Slowly with great care, he lifted the leather vest over her head, capturing her lips as soon as the material cleared her face.
Molly had worn no bra and as she pressed up to him, her nipples were abraded by the hair on his chest and frissons of excitement bloomed on her body.
“You’re exquisite. I love your tits.” As he deepened the kiss, his hands came up to tease her nipples.
When she moaned, he cupped both breasts, his moan of desire making her knees weak. “Can I?” she tugged at his belt buckle.
"Hell, allow me.” With two or three efficient moves, he’d undone his belt, slid down the zipper and shucked his boots, socks, jeans and briefs. “I bet this is a record.”
“It might be.” She wasn’t talking about the amount of time it had taken him to undress. Her eyes were glued to his cock. She placed the heel of her hand at the head and the tip of her fingers didn’t reach the root. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed, winking at him, “a perfect Ten.”
“In more ways than one,” he teased back. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “By the time I get through kissing you, you’ll be begging me to slip inside.”
“Show me,” she offered as his hands went to her own jeans and he helped her pull them down and off.
Once he had her undressed, Ten took her by the hand and held her at arm’s length. “Good golly, Miss Molly,” he whispered and whistled. “You are exquisite.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “So beautiful.” Her body was perfectly formed, an elegant hour glass with generous breasts, a narrow waist and flared sensual hips. The smooth mound of her pussy made him lick his lips with longing. “I am going to have such a good time with you.”
Joining their lips, he walked her back toward the bed. She could feel his big erection rubbing against her middle. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were too handsome for your own good.”
Ten chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Following her down on the bed, he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off her supple breasts. “I can’t wait another moment.” Lowering his mouth, he swirled his tongue around one turgid nipple. Molly gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits up toward him. He welcomed them, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. When he began sucking hard at one breast while massaging the nipple of the other between his fingers, she bucked so hard beneath him that he had to hold her down.
Ten didn’t let up. She loved to have her breasts sucked, he could tell by how she was writhing and moaning. Her hands were moving over his shoulders and arms, using some of those same rubbing and kneading techniques she’d teased him with on the massage table. Ten couldn’t get enough, he pushed her tits together and gorged himself, sliding his lips from one pink peak to the other. They were melt in his mouth sweet and he suckled at them until her fingers were digging almost painfully into his flesh. The pleasure he was finding in her was almost incomprehensible.
“Ten-a-see!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his, needing to be as close as she could get.
He craved her, his cock ached with unadulterated desperation. She’d confessed how little experience she had and how long it had been, so he had to make damn sure she was ready for him.
Plus he wanted it to last, Ten wanted to savor this moment and this woman for as long as he could.
His mouth blazed a trail from her chest to her neck, placing open-mouth sucking kiss on each inch of succulent flesh. She was amazing. For the first time he was as attracted to a woman’s personality and character as he was her body. And what a body! Spread out before him was every man’s dream, an erotic playground of silky flesh and sweet curves. He wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her.
Ten’s breath was coming hard and fast, he needed her as frantic for him as he was for her. With hands, lips and tongue he fed the heat that was blazing between them, worshiping every inch of her. When he had performed his own version of the head to toe attention she’d given him, he spread her legs and applied himself to a task he’d been dreaming of since the moment he’d seen her astride that horse. He’d been jealous, wanting to be the one between her legs. Kissing his way up the inside of her thigh, he nipped the tender flesh and smiled when she grasped him by the hair, clutching the long strands between her fingers.
“You’re completely bare,” he whispered, mesmerized by the soft smooth mound and glistening pink folds.
“I work in a spa, there are some perks,” she said, her voice hitching in her throat.
With care, he opened the satiny lips of her sex, revealing a delicate opening and a swollen bud he knew pulsed with every beat of her heart. Valuing each keen of pleasure like gold, he used his tongue to rub and twirl around her clit.
Molly was beyond thinking, she opened herself as wide as she could, inviting him to feast to his heart’s desire. The feel of his mouth on her pussy was almost more pleasure than she could stand. And when he nuzzled her sex, taking her clit between his lips to suck, she couldn’t haven’t kept her hips still for anything. She pushed upward, demanding more. “God, Ten, yes!”
Tennessee was trembling – fuckin’ trembling – with a need so powerful, he was afraid he’d just explode on the sheets. As he licked and laved her clit, he pushed one finger up into her sheath and the soft hot walls hugged him tight, beckoning him to push further. Ten was dying to do just that, he groaned at the thought of his hungry cock being squeezed in such lushness.
Molly’s world wound tighter and tighter. Tennessee was making her burn. She raised her head and met his eyes and the intensity and desire she saw there caused her to shatter into a billion pinpoints of pure euphoria. Screaming his name, she gave herself to him body and soul. He might not understand the implications, but it made the surrender no less true.
Unable to wait another moment, Ten rose up and eased down between her thighs, spread wide like the wings of a butterfly. She was so beautiful, there was nothing on God’s green earth he wanted more than her. Holding the gaze of those deep blue eyes, he held himself up and placed the head right at the mouth of the tender well, pushing forward until just the tip of his cock was enveloped in the embrace of her velvet walls. Ten threw back his head and bellowed, being inside of Molly was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever known.
Molly clung to his shoulders, holding on as tightly as she could. “Oh, Ten, that feels so good,” she gasped. Raising her hips, she urged him to go deeper.
Watching her closely, he pushed in slowly, giving her time to get used to him. Ten felt like he was being burned alive. She was the hottest thing he’d ever held against him and he was sure he’d be completely consumed. “Nothing has ever felt like this,” he murmured.
“Love me, Tennessee, love me,” she keened as she locked her legs around his hips.
Her sweet acquiescence freed him. With a low moan, he covered her lips with his and thrust to the hilt, burying himself completely within her. They were one. Over and over he plunged into her tight pussy as tongues tangled and her body arched up to cling to him, absorbing and meeting every pump of his hips. “Ten, oh Ten, it’s happening again!” she moaned, her fingernails marking his back, her little teeth scraping the skin of his neck.
Hearing her bliss, feeling the rhythmic clamp of her pussy around his cock – that was all the incentive he needed. With a harsh cry he abandoned his restraint, hammering into her again and again – harder, faster, deeper. Burying his face in her neck, he erupted, glorying in the spasms of her pussy as she came again, tightening around him, milking his cock until he almost passed out from the pleasure.
Molly cradled him close, stunned by what she’d just experienced. When he went limp in her arms, she kissed his sweat dampened brow.
“Molly, Molly, I don’t know…I’ve never…”
“I know,” she stroked his back. “Me either.”
“I need to move, I’m too heavy,” he whispered.
“No.” She tightened her arms around him. “You feel good on top of me. Stay.”
They were still connected, he was still cradled in the sanctuary of her femininity. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” He held himself up on his forearms so he could look in her face.
She moved a strand of his hair from his forehead. “I have to go back to the trailer. Work comes early in the morning.”
“I need to hold you tonight.” Memories of the evening and the O’Neil’s were threatening to haunt his dreams. Placing his lips to her forehead, he rubbed them back and forth. “If you’ll sleep with me, I’ll set the alarm and get you home in time enough to change clothes, then bring you back.”
Molly looked at his handsome face, trying to read his thoughts. “Don’t you have to go home tomorrow?”
Ten took his time answering. “I think I can stay a bit longer.” He smiled against her skin. “I have a little family business to attend to nearby.”
His answer should have pleased Molly. Instead she felt a pang of disappointment that he didn’t feel as if she were reason enough to stay. Fighting back such a selfish thought, she gave him a smile. “Can we get a wake-up call?”
“Would five-thirty be about right?” He picked up the phone.
“Yea, I think so.”
She wiggled beneath him, causing his dick to spring to life. Hitting the button for the hotel operator, he gave them the information. “Now, where were?” He hung up the phone, refocusing all of his attention on her.
“Right about here.” She tightened around him, loving the way his still large cock filled her. Molly hadn’t realized how empty she’d been, her life as well as her body.
“Oh!” He grinned at her. “Now, I remember.” Taking each of her hands in his, he held them above her head and began to move.
Molly undulated under him, closing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his big body moving on top of her. “You’re very well equipped for this job.”
Tennessee smiled, then chuckled. “I’m glad I please you.”
She tugged her hands free and put them to use, running her fingers over his chest as it moved above her, reaching down to feel the intriguing place there were joined. “Just fits. When I first saw you, I was worried. You’re hung.” Ten leaned down to kiss her, stealing her thoughts. All she could process was how good it felt. “I love the way you’re touching me all over.”
“Good.” He peppered kisses all along her cheek and the swell of her breasts, feeling triumphant when chill bumps broke out beneath his lips. “I bet I can make you feel better.” He moved up a bit in the bed, causing his cock to go deeper at a little different angle, his pelvis riding high against her sex. When he began rocking against her, his every grinding stroke hit her just right. Her pussy swelled and creamed. Molly reveled in the friction.
So tight. So wet. So hot. Being inside of her was so damn good. Slamming against her, he pumped his hips, ramming back in. Over and over, faster and faster until there was no thought in his head that wasn’t her.
Cum was boiling up from his balls, his cock swelled even more tightening at the base. He groaned as he jetted hotly into her. His climax seemed to trigger hers. Tennessee felt a powerful contraction milk his cock. Molly pushed her head back into the pillow and he couldn’t resist that creamy expanse of her throat. He touched his lips to her neck, took a bit of sweet flesh between his lips and sucked – marking her.
She kept moving her hips, wanting the feeling to last and last. “You told me I could sleep with you wrapped around me. Did you mean it?”
“I sure did. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He rose and went to the restroom. She heard the toilet flush, then the water run. In a few seconds, he returned with a warm cloth. “You’ll sleep better if you’re not sticky.”
The small gesture warmed her heart, so she spread her legs wide and then became thoroughly enchanted as he gently cleaned her up. Once he was finished, he wiped her dry with a towel, then joined her on the bed.
As promised, he wrapped himself around her, tucking her head against his chest so that she was nestled against him from head to toe. Pulling the cover up, he kissed her on the lips. “Sleep well, Miss Molly.”
“Dream about me.” She made the same request he’d made the day before.
He whispered in her ear. “Since I met you, I’ve been dreaming of nothing else.”




ABOUT AUTHOR SABLE HUNTER:

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. 

Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.

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SABLE’S BOOKS
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Hell Yeah! Series
Cowboy Heat
(Hell Yeah! Book 1)

Hot on Her Trail
(Hell Yeah! Book 2)

Her Magic Touch
(Hell Yeah! Book 3)

Brown Eyed Handsome Man
(Hell Yeah! Book 4)

Badass
 (Hell Yeah! Book 5)

Burning Love
(Hell Yeah! Book 6)

Forget Me Never
(Hell Yeah! Book 7)

I'll See You In My Dreams
 (Hell Yeah! Book 8)

Finding Dandi
(Hell Yeah! Book 9)

Skye Blue
(Hell Yeah! Book 10)

I'll Remember You
(Hell Yeah! Book 11)

True Love's Fire
(Hell Yeah! Book 12)

Thunderbird
 (Hell Yeah! Book 13)

Welcome To My World
(Hell Yeah! Book 14)  

How to Rope a McCoy
(Hell Yeah!)

One Man's Treasure
(Hell Yeah! - Equalizers)

You Are Always on My Mind
(Hell Yeah! Cajun Style)

If I Can Dream
(Hell Yeah!)


Hell Yeah! Sweeter Versions

Cowboy Heat - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book 1)

Hot on Her Trail - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book2)

Her Magic Touch - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book 3)

Brown Eyed Handsome Man - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book 4)

Badass - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book 5)

Burning Love - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version Book 6)

Finding Dandi - Sweeter Version
 (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style)

Forget Me Never - Sweeter Version
(Hell Yeah! Book 7)

I'll See You In My Dreams –
Sweeter Version (Hell Yeah! Book 8)


Moon Magic Series
A Wishing Moon (Moon Magic Book 1)

Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2)


Hill Country Heart Series
Unchained Melody (Hill Country Heart Book 1)

Scarlet Fever (Hill Country Heart Book 2)

Bobby Does Dallas (Hill Country Heart 3)


Dixie Dreaming
Come With Me (Dixie Dreaming Book 1)

Pretty Face: A Red Hot Cajun Nights Story


Texas Heat Series
T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Texas Heat Book 1)

My Aliyah (Texas Heat Book 2)


El Camino Real Series
A Breath of Heaven  (El Camino Real Book1)

Loving Justice (El Camino Real Book 2)


Texas Heroes Series
Texas Wildfire (Texas Heroes Book 1)


Other Titles from Sable Hunter:

For A Hero

Green With Envy (It's Just Sex Book 1)

Hell Yeah! Box Set With Bonus Cookbook

Love's Magic Spell: A Red Hot Treats Story

Wolf Call

Cowboy 12 Pack: Twelve-Novel Boxed Set

Rogue ( The Sons of Dusty Walker)

Be My Love Song


Audio
Cowboy Heat - Sweeter Version: Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version

Hot on Her Trail - Sweeter Version: Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version, Book 2


Spanish Edition
Vaquero Ardiente  (Cowboy Heat)

Su Rastro Caliente  (Hot On Her Trail)






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