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It’s been some time, I know. I, unfortunately, had to take a hiatus during my pregnancy and after the birth of my twin girls. However, I’m back and working on numerous projects that have been on the back burner for some time now.
With that said, I have a new release under my Leah Blake name. The third book in the Love Your Dragon series is now available for purchase from Bookstrand! The fourth book has a projected release date for the middle of August. I am also working on a new paranormal series, and hoping to finish up the last two Casanova Cowboys books. They’ve been loooooong overdue.
Be sure to keep up with Leah news at www.leahblake.com. Don’t forget to follow me on Facebook!
Tyrus discovers his mate is Dante, one of four Hynesin heirs. Unfortunately, their first encounter is anything but promising. With Dante the top suspect in the abduction of his close friend, Tyrus finds himself waging war between his loyalty to his friends and the growing desires that consume him in Dante’s presence.
Dante has issues with authority. Losing his initial confrontation to Zhett, captain of the Dalistine, and finding himself prisoner on his grandfather’s ship, Dante has a deep chip on his shoulder. Yet, he is willing to forgo his grudge in order to earn Tyrus’s trust, and claim the sexy, tech-savvy man as his mate.
When Dante’s oldest brother lands in the hands of a dangerous enemy, Dante resorts to betraying Tyrus in order to save his brother. Can Tyrus forgive his mate for the pain he caused and rise above the secret of his past? Or will he sever their mating bond once and for all?
Available now at www.bookstrand.com/book/hot-and-sexy
I’m so excited about the release of my second book in my new Boys of Sinn Island series, Yours to Crave. In anticipation of its release tomorrow, I’m going to share a brand new excerpt. It is available for pre-order, so you can head over to www.bookstrand.com/yours-to-crave and pick up your copy today 🙂
Alex Stark’s been dumped by his boyfriend of a year and a half. What’s worse? The woman his ex bedded up with broke the news. When he arrives on Sinn Island for his four-day work weekend, the last thing he’s thinking about is finding a replacement. That is, until he wakes up in an employee room belonging to his island eye candy after drinking too much at Breakers with only a fleeting memory of having kissed the man.
Zachary Atkins has been employed on Sinn for months, and he’s always had a keen eye for Alex. Little did he know his crush is also his boss. Zach can’t ignore his pent-up feelings for Alex, especially when Alex returns the affection.
Alex can’t believe how quickly he’s falling for Zach, but reality sets in when they part ways. Zach won’t abandon his family in Georgia, and Alex must continue to run his family’s business in California. Can their hunger for each other overcome the distance between them?
“Don’t think anyone in their sober mind would want a repeat of a bad night,” Zach said, pressing up on his toes to stock a couple bottles on the top shelf. Alex moistened his lips, his body flushing and fingers tingling. Dear God, I want to touch all of that man. “I didn’t catch you come in tonight.”
Alex smiled, pleased by the insinuation. “Were you looking for me, Zach?”
The man tossed him a casual glance over his broad shoulder. “I know you spend most of the time on Crave.” His hand stilled as if he realized he might’ve shared too much information. “What happens when you work a floor for a long time. You get to know your regulars.”
Alex allowed his revelation to stir in the silence that followed, his attention easing down to the hollow of Zach’s lower back. His pants hugged a nice, firm ass and powerful thighs. Alex appreciated the leather that encased his hard body. He and his brothers took their time picking out the uniforms for each floor and each group of employees. Right now, he had no regrets with their choice for Crave.
“So how long have you been watching me?” Alex finally asked, breaking the methodical clinks and bumps of bottles going on shelves. He rubbed his swollen dick, unable to stand the restraint of his pants or the painful engorgement for much longer.
“Longer than you’ve watched me.”
Smooth response, boy. I like it.
“Where were you set up tonight?” Zach proceeded, turning to face Alex. He pointed to Alex and moved his finger up and down. “Anyone would’ve noticed the man wearin’ a shirt where shirts aren’t allowed.”
“I have means.”
“Ah, means. I see.” His smile faded slightly. He pulled the rack off the counter and kicked it toward the storage room door. “I shouldn’t pry. Apologies.”
Alex pointed toward the back alcove where he spent his night watching this lovely man. “There. Came in dressed as a bodyguard and changed in the alcove.”
“You’re management.” Zach leaned on his elbows, clasping his hands together close to Alex’s wine glass. “Fraternizin’, I thought, wasn’t allowed.”
“Do you want me to leave?” Alex asked, willing to wage a challenge. He mirrored Zach’s hover, his knuckles a hair away from the man’s. “I can go, if that’ll please you.”
“I didn’t say to leave, but I’m tryin’ to figure this out.”
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3 days until the release of Mine at Midnight, the first Boys of Sinn Island book under my new pseudonym, Leah Blake! Don’t miss the beginning of this exciting, sexy new series! Available for pre-order at www.bookstrand.com/mine-at-midnight.
Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved. When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left.
Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret, as are the real owners of Sinn.
Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart. When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past? Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?
“Marcus,” he called out before doubt had any chance to strangle him. Marcus slowed down and turned, his shaded eyes hiding the core of his expression, which appeared damn stoic and unfazed. Trevor stepped up to him, hands fisted by his sides to hold back the fiery burn to kiss the man and beg for forgiveness.
Marcus lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and stared at him through dark blue eyes. Trevor swallowed down the memories of those eyes, how they darkened to navy when emotions claimed his lover or how they lightened, if only a little, with playfulness. He spent hours loving to look into Marcus’s eyes, his soul, the inspiration for his art in so many paintings.
“Back there. I wasn’t expecting to see you and, well, it kinda caught me off guard,” Trevor sputtered. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a spilt second. No, idiot. “What I mean is, I didn’t come here to vacation. I’m here because I was hoping to find you here too.”
“You struck deep, didn’t you?” Marcus asked, making a slight motion to his own neck. Trevor shifted, ignoring the tightness the collar produced with each bolus of anxiety.
“I didn’t know where to start, but I remembered how things used to be and figured I’d give it a try.”
Damn, his face was burning under the piercing scrutiny of his former lover. His closeness, however left his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, craving to indulge in what they once shared.
“I didn’t mean to come off rude, but seeing you again…” Trevor groaned, fisting a hand in his hair. He was never good at speaking under pressure. Leveling his gaze with Marcus, he said, “I’m so sorry about everything.”
“How did you know to come here? It’s not a road trip away,” Marcus pressed, taking a single step closer to Trevor. A good four or five feet still hung between them, but the short gap that Marcus struck away was enough to surround Trevor with the dominating thrum of Marcus’s presence.
Trevor licked his lips, warmth creeping up his neck. “I nosed around a little. A friend of a friend.”
“And how did this ‘friend of a friend’ know of my business on Sinn? Identities are meant to be kept secret here.”
Trevor snorted and rolled his eye to the vibrant green canopy of fronds and the denser casuarinas overhead. “You haven’t been the most inconspicuous as of late. You’ve been a pretty hard partier, hitting headlines in tabloids and such. It wasn’t that difficult to track you down once I knew for certain where to look.”
“And your hunt led you to a private island in the Caribbean that hosts risqué and taboo parties for the wealthy and provides a private sanctuary for those of high society to let loose their desires and indulge.” Another step. The air turned dense and hard to breathe. Trevor refused to step back, even though the sharp edges of Marcus’s personality glimmered in the outer rings of his irises. “What are your desires, Trevor?” He flicked the tag on the collar, his lips curling back. “Did you find it last night?”
Trevor stared at him for a long moment, trying to breathe. Marcus’s voice dipped low, liquid gravel creeping down his spine. That tone, sexually charged and alive…He recognized it.
Trevor blinked, thankful for the sunglasses still covering his eyes. Marcus was his Master. This man standing before him, the man who owned him heart and soul off this island, owned him for the next two nights on Sinn.
He bit back the urge to divulge Marcus in this knowledge. If he did, he’d break two bold-and-underlined rules of Breakers—anonymity and privacy.
Maybe I’m wishing for too much. Maybe he isn’t my Master.
“It depends on the aspect you ask,” Trevor finally said, his voice thick with his mounting arousal.
One last step. They stood toe-to-toe, the narrow space between them pulsing with unspent energy. In five years of separation, one thing never died. The raw desire and carefully restrained urgency still hummed as loud and clear as it had during their year-long relationship.
“You, Trevor, are claimed by a Dom. You know what that means, right?” Marcus asked, raising his brows. Trevor nodded once, noting the challenge that lay beneath the man’s expression.
“I belong to another while on the island.”
“Very good. So you standing here with me can cause a major dilemma if your Dom catches you.”
“What if my Dom is you?” Trevor couldn’t stop himself before the words spilled out of his mouth. He wanted to know if Marcus was his Master, and if he could give himself over completely once night fell.
Marcus’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous curl came to the corners of his mouth.
God, I want to kiss you. I want to taste your mouth again.
“Then your Dom has found you and knows you breached agreement.”
Hope your summer is starting off…hot. I know mine is. Florida in the summer is pretty brutal. We spend most of the time inside, unless there is pool/ocean access within a few yards. Disney? Out of the question. No way will you find me walking around ultra crowded parks in 100+ weather. No thank you 🙂
So, my latest news? I’m officially an RN! Over two years of working for this and it’s finally here 😀 I can’t express how much of a relief it is to see that license. It’s real! Now, to find a job…
The second bit of news? Books 5 and 6 of the Boys of Sinn Island series have been accepted by Siren and have projected release dates for October and November of this year. Book 5, Mine to Keep, is a story based on two best friends who hold deeper feelings for each other that are revealed only when their friendship is tested. Book 6, Yours to Claim, is an intense story about a man coming out and the crush who helps him learn about his suppressed desires. Yes, hot hot hot! I’ll be posting covers and blurbs soon, so keep checking back.
Also, I’m in the midst of setting up a website dedicated specifically to Leah Blake and the work I produce under that name. Once the site is up and running, I’ll post the link. Be sure to check it out 😀
As of today, I’ll be starting the first book in the spinoff series for Sinn Island. I can’t wait to check out these characters and how they make things work between them.
Good morning everyone!
Well, it’s Thursday. 6 days before the release of my latest book Tempted by Her Trinity. 13 days before Christmas. 20 days before the New Year. Is anyone else wondering where 2013 has gone? I sure am, but with the new year approaching, I’ve already started a game plan for 2014, and with that, hopefully a lot of promising and exciting things. Some of you might know I’m toying around with a new series that’ll revert back to my paranormal/fantasy roots. I’ve also been thinking about that spin-off series that’ll bring the spotlight onto the secondary characters of Ryder, Kansas. I can’t let my cowboys/girls go. In addition to those two projects, I’m hoping to submit the first in my dragon shifter series. I will most likely be publishing that series under my alternative name. If that happens, I will finally be crossing my names. My reasoning behind keeping the two separate will be a great future post 🙂
Even with Christmas approaching, Tempted by Her Trinity is not a Christmas story. Nor did I want it to be. As much as I love Christmas, and hope to write a Christmas-themed book for next year, I do find so much Christmas can bog a person down. What better way to stir up things than to throw a little bit of vampire and little bit of succubus into the mix? Yeah, there’s a dash of resentment, a sprinkle of danger, a generous dose of hot passion, and a hint of deceit. There’s hot and humid weather, sandy beaches, posh hotels, and private luxury jetliners. There’s a woman who knows how to kick some serious ass, but still has a heart that she wants to share with a man…or three. There’re men who have a rough and tough outer shell to hide their pain, suffering, and tenderness from the world.
Haven’t stopped by Siren to check it out yet? Here’s a clip of Tempted by Her Trinity, coming December 18th to Siren-Bookstrand.
Tempted by Her Trinity
(Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, vampires, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA)
After two hundred years, Zandra Arella’s Awakening brings a frightening twist. Three of the four Elders have been destroyed, her sire the final target. Zandra has little time to learn the ways of this new world. Each hour she delays in tracking down the lethal Trinity is an hour her enemy has gained.
Lucien, Damion, and Tor Corrington are no strangers to their father’s greedy demands and cunning ideas. They disregard his claim that the Assassin is hunting them down until they cross paths with Zandra. Her acute knowledge of a strange vampire-specific virus, the sudden depletion of succubi, and a cryptic concern for the Elders and their Assassin leaves the brothers, especially Lucien, certain the woman hides more than she shares.
Passions erupt between Zandra and the Corrington brothers, but with pleasure comes haunting secrets and dark betrayals. She has one chance to save Sire, the vampire breed, and her Trinity, and to convince the brothers to trust her and hope that following her heart doesn’t kill her…again.
Available for pre-order at Siren Publishing: www.bookstrand.com/tempted-by-her-trinity
Time to celebrate the release of Summer’s Wicked Cowboys! What better way to share in the celebration than to have a contest 🙂
So…here are the rules:
Time for a little treasure hunt. The answers to the following questions can be located somewhere on my blog or at www.bookstrand.com/rhea-regale. Post your answers in the comments. Note that the starred questions do not need to have exact answers, word-for-word 😉 The contest will end Sunday evening, November 10th, at 11:59 est. I’ll draw a random winner Monday, November 11 (Veteran’s Day).
The prize? $20.00 gift card for Amazon!
Here goes! Have a blast discovering, or rediscovering, Ryder 🙂
1.) What logo is on Carter’s shirt when Braden first sees him in the stables after his return?
2.) Complete the sentence: Lexi’s nose pressed against the __________________.
*3.) What does Mandy swear she’ll do to anyone who called her “Mandy May?”
4.) What is Carter’s endearment for Summer?
5.) What name does Craig address Mandy by?
*6.) How was Brent burned in his past?
7.) Which Ryder will have his story told in Casanova Cowboys 4?
*8.) What is the root of the bad blood between Craig and Brody?
9.) Carter left Ryder how many years ago?
And this last one to leave you feeling a little warm 😉
10.) Deeper and deeper, he worked the ________, touching areas inside her body she had only recently discovered existed for the purpose of pleasure.
Thank you for participating and good luck!
Happy November! Don’t miss the fun going on at The Romance Reviews this month. There are tons of prizes and awesome authors that’ll be hanging out and partying it up 🙂 One lucky winner will receive an e-book of Summer’s Wicked Cowboys during the month. Keep an eye out.
Oh, are you looking for that hint for the hangman game? Ah, I see. Very well. Here’s a brand new excerpt from Summer’s Wicked Cowboys, due out November 6th. Don’t forget to pick up your copy at the special discounted price through November 13th!
“I hope your family doesn’t feel the need to leave ‘cause I stopped by,” Summer said. Carter snickered and shook his head.
“Honey, the last reason they’d leave is because of you. The first reason they’d leave is because they can’t control their dicks.”
Summer’s eyes widened. She quickly put the bottle to her mouth and took a deep drink when Carter turned back to her.
“Brother, I’m headin’ out, too. No beatin’ down fences, got it?” Landon said. He pointed to Summer. “You take care of him, hear?”
He waved and hustled out the front door behind the trio. Carter turned his hand over and looked at his raw knuckles. Summer nodded. “So that’s what happened?”
“Something like that,” Carter admitted. Summer placed her bottle on the table and scuffed her boot on the floor. “I’m curious to know if you’re here for me.”
“I’m not sure yet.” Say no. Tell him you’re here for Braden. What a lie that would be. “Why’d you beat the fence?”
“Many reasons. Many you may not understand.”
Summer clenched her teeth as a stab of hurt and anger shot through her. She lifted her chin, straightened her shoulders, and jammed her fists deep into her coat pocket. Carter arched a brow, a hint of humor flashing in his eyes.
“Carter Ryder, I’m not gonna stand for bein’ left in the dark ‘cause you don’t think I’d understand. Get it out, and get it all out now, if you have any hope of redemption.”
Carter’s arms dropped. He stepped into her. “Redemption?” She stepped back. He advanced again. “Is there a chance I might be able to redeem myself in your eyes?”
“I–I didn’t say that.”
“No?” He caught her around the waist and eased her against him. God, why did she go to him without a fight? His rich chuckle left her knees weak. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”
His fingers brushed up under her shirt against the bare flesh of her lower back. A spark caught fire, that liquid flame filling her womb and hot juice seeping from her cunt. She struggled to get her hands free of her coat pockets, her heavy breasts pressing firmly against his hard chest.
“Maybe you heard wrong,” Summer said.
Carter caught her off guard when he claimed her in a kiss that slashed every reasonable thought from her mind. A long-suppressed hunger rushed her. She grew pliant in his arms, following the lead of his skilled tongue, indulging in a taste she had craved all these years.
When he tipped his head down and broke away from her mouth, she practically whimpered.
“Did I, Summer?” he whispered, his moist lips kissing a trail to her ear. “Hear wrong?”
“Maybe not,” she admitted, finally freeing her hands from her pockets. Paths of warmth and weakness flowed through her limbs.
“Good, angel, because all I want to do is take you in my arms and love you more than ever before,” Carter whispered against her ear, sending chills spiraling through her bones. She gripped his shoulders, hard-packed muscles she wanted to slide her hands down. The airy kiss of his warm breath made her tremble. “There was more to that night.”
It’s almost release day for Summer and her wicked cowboys 🙂
If you haven’t stopped over at Siren Publishing yet, here’s a sneak peek from the third Casanova Cowboys novel. Want something a little more spicy? Hot? Down right sexy? Check it out at www.bookstrand.com/summers-wicked-cowboys.
Oh, and don’t forget to stop back tomorrow for a brand new excerpt, a special little glimpse into the life of Ryder’s most controversial member 🙂
“Seems you know how to hold yourself around horses,” Braden said, dully noting that this particular mare was a skittish three-year-old who didn’t like anyone besides him. The man finished speaking, pat the mare’s neck, and turned.
Braden stared for a long moment. Oh shit. He knew the color of those shadowed eyes that stared at him in what appeared to be the same degree of shock that stole the breath from his lungs. Only when his coffee mug smacked into the dirt at his feet, the liquid splattering in every direction, did he grab hold of his bearings long enough to observe the man who was awfully familiar and yet a total stranger in the same instant.
Carter tugged off his cap and ruffled his dark hair, the wavy strands barely long enough to brush against his forehead. The overhead lighting highlighted a deep scar that etched along the man’s right cheek and upper lip. His eyes, when he finally looked up at him again, held a haunting mist along their bright blues.
Braden’s stomach knotted. His heart did a strange flip inside his chest. At one time, he would have delighted in the feel of his legs weakening and his cock swelling. Right now, he hated it.
Carter had no fucking business showing up in Ryder like this after what he did. None!
“Well, now everythin’ makes sense,” Braden groused. He reached down and grabbed his mug, ignoring the dirt clinging to the sides. “I’ll be back to check on the horses, since it’s obvious you know your way around here better than me.”
Braden spun on a heel and stormed down the aisle. He barely made it ten feet when Carter grabbed his shoulder and brought him up short.
“Hey,” Carter said. Braden whipped around and away from the man who looked so different, yet so much the same, as he had five years ago. There was a powerful air surrounding Carter, something dark pulsing along his being. It left Braden half breathless, half cautious. He had grown in delicious muscle, each fine cut and curve evident, despite the tattoo and cotton shirt. Thigh muscles strained against dark-blue jeans. His face held telltale wounds that gave him a mysterious, almost sharp, appearance.
Gone was the once carefree, jubilant rebel Ryder. A new man stood in Carter’s body, one that held more secrets, darker secrets, than Braden could begin to decipher. Not that he cared to do much deciphering after the bastard disappeared under suspicious circumstances without as much as a two minute explanation.
Carter rubbed the strong frame of his jaw, turning his face away enough to hide the scars.
Braden glanced down at the T-shirt, hugging Carter’s hard-muscled body. Go Army was printed in bold black block letters on a grey background. He narrowed his eyes, taking a moment to scour Carter’s bare arms. Light marks marred his tanned flesh, some new scars, some old. He got a better look at the tattoo of a gothic style cross nestled in a bed of black thorns and branches. A pair of dark-red hearts perched on the arms of the cross, Rosalin etched in beautiful calligraphy above the cross.
Carter glanced down at his arm and frowned. “Got it shortly after the accident.”
“Murder. She was murdered,” Braden muttered. Carter’s eyes shot up to him. Within a split second, the man he had fallen hard and fast for five years ago shut himself off. A mask of indifference slammed down over Carter’s face. His eyes became hollow, distant, and cold. “It might help if you acknowledge the facts.”
“You’re being a bit outspoken.”
“And I don’t have the right to speak out about that night? What the hell happened, Carter?” Braden growled, taking another step back to put more distance between them. “You bailed Ryder within an hour after your momma was killed and your father put a bullet from the same barrel into his own head. You ran the hell away from that, from all the people who gave a fuckin’ shit about you. You made the town gossip about your part in your parent’s death because of your actions.”
“There’s more to it than that, Bray. You’ve no idea what happened that night,” Carter said, his voice taking on a chilling edge. Braden snorted. He punched his fisted hand deep into his coat pocket to keep from punching Carter’s handsome face. This was not how he wanted to start his morning.
“Maybe you should let me in on the secret, you selfish prick. You weren’t the only one affected by the events that played out behind closed doors.” Braden shoved his dirty mug into Carter’s chest. The man tensed, not moving an inch. He lifted his chin. “What about me, Carter? What about Summer? You remember her? You loved her, didn’t you? You know what you did to her?”
Something cut across Carter’s face, but vanished behind ice as quickly as it appeared. Braden nodded once.
“Yeah, that woman had it hard for you and you fuckin’ left her like all the rest you flung aside once you had your fill.” Braden took one step closer to Carter and warned, “Stay away from her. You don’t deserve either of us.”
Braden spun around and stormed out of the barn, his blood lava hot with more than anger. Once in his truck, he slammed both hands down on the steering wheel and cussed.
Five fucking years have passed and that man could still set him on fire like he did when they were together.
God, why the hell did you send him back?
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I know I’ve been absent for the past few weeks, but I’m happy to say that I have my computer back after nearly a month without it. The bad news? My friend was unable to find the file/book that I lost, the reason why I’ve been without the computer. A bittersweet reunion, but at least now I can plow ahead and start working on the next couple books I haven’t been able to touch for a few weeks. On the agenda is the third and fourth CC books and rewriting that lost book of mine. Instead of trying to redo what I remember from the original copy, I’m going to start from “almost” scratch and go where the characters would like to take me this time around. I have to bury the long gone copy and move on. Sad, sad. And I’m sure many of you reading this can understand what it means to lose something to a hungry cyber monster’s belly. Bleh.
On another good note, the first semester of school is done. Only three more to go (or another 12 months, lol). However, I understand that the next four months will free up a bit more time than I had this past semester, which ended up being no time. Even my best laid plans didn’t pan out as I had hoped. Here is praying for a better schedule, more time, and some more interaction with everyone!
For those of you who enjoy parties, I’ll be participating in The Romance Studio’s five day-yes, 5 days!-Staying Home Party. I’ll be giving away winner’s choice of either Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys or Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys. Be sure to stop over and check it out. There’s a star-studded lineup of authors that will be hanging out for five days, sharing thoughts, excerpts, and just having a blast! http://trsparties.com
I look forward to mingling with everyone!
What a wonderful way to get this weekend started. Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 2 is now available at www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys
Looking for a great way to kick back and relax, maybe heat up things a bit? Here’s a brand new excerpt to whet your appetite 😉
“It’s getting cool,” Mandy murmured, not wanting to move away
from the heat of Craig’s body. She felt leaden and complacent. Her
breasts reacted to the gentle friction Craig caused. Her pussy stirred in
the lazy pre-arousal state that often occurred when she spent time
alone with him. “I’m gonna get my jacket.”
She stumbled back, smoothing the skirt of her dress down from
the rumpled mess it had become from rubbing against Craig’s legs.
She swayed the short walk to the truck, all the while feeling Craig’s
gaze burning into her. The fiery trail scoured her as she leaned into
the truck and grabbed her jacket. Summer was brutal, but the nights
were cooling off a bit, leaving a chill in the air.
When she turned, she was surprised to see Craig standing a few
feet from her. Tentatively, she tucked her rebellious curls behind her
ear and tried her damnedest to force the sudden lump in her throat to
keep movin’ south. The hunger she sensed pulsed off him in
He moved closer. It didn’t matter what she tried to tell herself
about their friend-based relationship. Craig was scorching her with
that heady gaze of his, as he had been doing for years. A short glance
below his belt left her dizzy and her mind rolling while her body
acutely reacted. Like a switch, he turned her so far on, her startling
fantasy of jumping him and fucking him mad in this field didn’t seem
“That kiss, Amanda.” Craig stepped into her, his fingers sinking
into her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I’ve been wantin’ to
do that for years, but going to school in Arizona with you here…it
wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Mandy tried to find her breath, but air only filled her lungs
partway. Despite the unusually clean night air, she found it hard to
breathe, hard to think, and so damn easy to imagine. Thank you, beer.
“What changed now?” she asked, her voice hoarse and sensual.
Her body hummed like the nighttime insects all around them. Her
pussy grew wet and tingly. Her clit pulsed a familiar rhythm that
called for more than clothed bodies and kisses.
“Time’s too short to fuck around. I’m a semester away from my
master’s, and then I plan to return to Ryder for good.”
“And the rodeo?”
“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want to give it up, but I can
arrange to have you travel with me. If you don’t like it after a season,
then I’ll give up rodeoin’ and focus on the farm and the ranch.” He
tipped her head, bringing his mouth a breath away from hers. “I want
you so damn bad it’s been near killin’ me to stay away all this time.”
His words had no time to sink in before his mouth claimed her
with a hunger that lit her on fire from lips to mind to toes. He
controlled the kiss with each possessing sweep of his tongue,
plundering her mouth and feeding her breath. There was a tinge of
desperation behind the hunger, something dark and brooding and
quickly forgotten when his arm slinked around her waist and tugged
her flush to him.
Mandy moaned, delighting in the solid frame of his body against
her own soft dips and curves. His hands moved over her, exploring
her with no resistance, his kiss deep and desperate. His palms slid
down her side and curled around her ass. She moaned, and her arms
wrapped around his neck, and her fingers tangled in his soft hair,
feeding into his kisses until the very air she breathed came from his
He hoisted her up with a soft groan, fitting the hard bulge in his
jeans against her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as
her back hit the side of the truck, forcing him tight against her.
“Amanda,” he whispered, cupping her head between his hands
and finally unleashing his restrained hunger. His hips rocked into her,
and she whimpered, the rough friction releasing a series of tremors
that threatened to rip her apart.
“I want you, too, Craig,” she whispered between possessive
plunges of their tongues. “I want you.”
* * * *
Craig held nothing back. He’d restrained his true feelings for
Amanda far too long to warrant caution tonight. He wanted her, all of
her, and he’d forever be thanking god if she wanted him in return. His
emotions were on the fritz, his only salvation coming from the sparse
time he spent with Amanda. She helped him clear his thoughts,
making one thing frighteningly clear. He loved this woman and would
not risk losing her for any schooling or rodeo.
The flavor of beer still lingered in her mouth, igniting a throb in
his jaw and a pounding ache in his cock. She tasted great. He bunched
up the skirt of her dress and pulled it over her head, tearing her mouth
away from his for a brutal moment.
She didn’t allow him the chance to soak in the sight of her flesh,
those wicked hips of hers rocking against his, the hot center of her
body sliding up and down his hard cock. She clawed his shirt up his
back and stripped it off his body, casting it aside.
When she arched against him, the warm, soft curves of her body
caressing the feverish flesh of his chest and stomach, he groaned,
grabbing her ass in his hands and spinning her away from the truck.
The swells of her breasts rubbed over his pecs, her quiet moans
echoing each slight movement.
Craig stumbled through the knee-high grass, blinded by the heady
desire flowing through their hungry kisses. Her hands splayed over
his back and trekked on either side of his spine, molding over every
small crevice in his muscles and each vertebrae of his spine, spears of
raw heat jolting in the wake of her path.
His toes hit the pads with the sleeping bags. Carefully, he knelt
down and settled back on his heels, coasting his hands along the
smooth planes of her back. His fingers tangled up in her hair, bringing
his hands around to cup her face. He eased back, delighting in stealing
nibbles from her bottom lip. His breaths came sharp and shallow, the
throb in his cock resonating through his body. Amanda’s hands
gripped his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist as she sat
firmly against his dick. Her supple breasts rose and fell rapidly, her
pants expelling from her parted and swollen lips.
Her shoulders shrugged as she leaned closer to him. The soft,
sweet fragrance from the silky strands of her hair filled his nostrils,
laced with the underlying hint of her arousal. Even in the darkness lit
only by the dazzling display of stars and a half moon hanging in the
sky, he felt the heat radiating from her skin and saw the deepening
color that painted her cheeks.
“Craig,” she whispered.