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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
Have you stopped over at my new website yet? Be sure to head over there for all up-to-the-minute information regarding Boys of Sinn Island and any/all upcoming releases under Leah Blake. www.leahblake.com
I am having a “party” to celebrate the upcoming release of Break Me Now, Boys of Sinn Island 3. I’m so excited about this book. It’s available for pre-order at Bookstrand now, and the release will be this Saturday, August 30th. I’m sharing a bunch of snippets from Mine at Midnight and Yours to Crave, as well as some yummy pictures. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be sharing snippets from Break Me Now through Saturday. So come on by and leave some comments!
In addition to my new website, I’m on Pinterest now. I’ve created boards for those Boys books that are now available. So, if you’re curious about my inspiration, swing over and go through the boards for some eye candy delights 🙂 www.pinterest.com/rhearegale/
And don’t forget, you can find all of my books at www.bookstrand.com/leah-blake
Look forward to seeing you at the party!
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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Happy April everyone!
These past few months have been hectic, to say the least. I apologize for being absent here, but my absence has been for good reason. If you are not friends with me on Facebook, click on my Facebook link and friend me 🙂 I’m active on my page with daily updates of upcoming events and works.
But while you’re here, I’ll give you a brief update. Most may know I’ve been heavily involved in school. Graduation is approaching…next week! This is the light at the end of the tunnel I’ve been striving for for over two years. The only thing left to do after I graduate is pass my boards and I will be officially licensed as a RN. It’s been a long, stressful journey, one that I had to constantly push my need to write aside for. I want to thank every one of my readers for your continued support during these months.
In addition, the fourth book in the Casanova Cowboys series is finally out. My sexy sheriff of Ryder has his story of heartache and rediscovery with the help of his best friend and a woman who will lead him to find love again. Rylan’s story is one filled with emotion, both raw and reserved, so be prepared for a wild ride 🙂
Landon and Colton will have their stories told this year, if all goes as planned. Right now, I started a new series, a M/M series that will be finished within the next few weeks. If this 5-book series is accepted, I plan to have it under a new name. I’ll keep everyone posted. I’ve plotted out a spin-off of this series that will remain under Rhea, a MFM series for those who love a good, hearty menage. I am also going to start writing a new trilogy that has been nagging me for weeks. Needless to say, there are many projects on my plate. Graduation couldn’t come at a better time 😀
I will leave you with an excerpt from my latest best selling novel, Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys. Don’t miss this deep, touching story!
Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys
“He’s a good man, Bree,” Jackson said, his breath caressing the side of her face. An airy kiss touched her cheek. “I’ve known him for as long as I can remember. I know him very well.”
“I don’t doubt that, Jax.”
“I know you’ve done somethin’ to him.”
Brianna’s serenity faded. She straightened off the comfort of Jackson’s shoulder and looked up at him. Jackson shook his head, his thumb strumming her lower lip.
“Yeah, you have, honey. He’s like a short-circuitin’ flip switch. The man doesn’t know which way to turn.”
The stitch between her brows deepened, her lips falling apart. She didn’t want to hear this. She fought to convince herself Rylan hated her to save her sanity. She loved Jackson, loved him with all her heart.
Until the big, bad sheriff came into her life.
“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Brianna asked. “We’re here to make that deal and we’re leavin’.” She stopped swaying, her hands dropping from his shoulders to his chest. “Aren’t we?”
Everything about his expression should have led her to believe he was genuine when he answered. “Yes, baby. Deal and gone.”
But she had come to learn Jackson’s expressions, and something lingered now that made her doubt his intentions. Would his loyalties to his friend, his old hometown that he never “fit into” become a conflict of interest?
“Jax, you know what this deal means to me. You know I need this promotion,” Brianna said.
“Bree, I know everythin’, but you don’t need a promotion to cut ties with your mother.” He touched her temple, followed by her chest. “Here and here, my love. That’s what counts. Be happy in your heart. Be sound in your mind. Don’t prove anythin’ to anyone, only to yourself and you’ll be free.”
He cupped the back of her head and laid her cheek to his shoulder once more. “As for Ry, let me just say that I think he’s got an eye for you like no other.”
“You’re up to somethin’.”
“Not up to anythin’. Pointin’ out a fact is all.”
She pressed her lips together for a long moment. “Really, Jax?” A short laugh escaped her. “I think I know you better than that. You’re simmerin’, and probably with those thoughts about threesomes we’ve joked about.”
His smile held a pronounced mischievousness. His eyes darkened, shadows casting through his expression. She knew that look, knew it meant he had something edgy and inappropriate, maybe even a little dangerous, coming together in his intriguing brain.
Her thoughts were disturbed when someone reached for Jackson. Rylan leaned into his friend, his head turned away from Brianna, and spoke close to Jackson’s ear. Jackson responded, his words muffled by the music. Rylan straightened up, shaking his head even as Jackson tugged him up to Brianna.
“I’ll be right back. Ry’ll teach you a thing or two about dancin’,” Jackson said. He pecked her cheek and sidled through the crowd, disappearing in a mass of cowboy hats, tank tops, and T-shirts.
Brianna shot Rylan a confused look, a rush of weakness pouring down her legs. He shrugged, holding out his hand.
“What do you want to know about country dancin’?” he asked. She glanced at his hand and recalled the strength in those fingers, the heat that permeated her flesh from his palm. Guiding her gaze along his bared forearms, the thick muscle and defined veins, to the bunched thermal sweatshirt at his elbow, she lost the ability to swallow. “Or do you?”
Her full attention flew up to his face, catching at his lips for a brief moment. He was watching her, those shadowed eyes peeling apart each molecule of her being in the most invasive and—god help me—erotic way.
“What are you willin’ to teach me, Sheriff?” Brianna asked, easing her hand in his. Her voice dipped, a sexual husk filtering into the last few words. Rylan’s lips curled ever-so-slowly, a seductive motion that demanded her full, unfettered focus. The shadow of a dimple formed in his left cheek, his fingers folding around hers. He angled his head slightly, his eyes narrowing enough to leave her heart racing in her chest.
“Some valuable lessons that come with bein’ part of Ryder.”
“Ryder the town? Or Ryder the family?”
Rylan led her in a slow circle under his arm. As she came back to face him, his smile had grown. She didn’t miss the sharp edge that accompanied it when his other arm slinked around her waist and brought her close.
“Both, Miss Cabot.”
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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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.
I’ve been busy at not getting much done, in the way of writing. I’m sure there are plenty of people who know how that feels. I’m praying that after this semester in school (oh yeah, definitely looking forward to a break after these past few months), I’ll be able to set more serious time aside for writing and less for studying. Trust me, I much rather write some fun books than research papers, lol!
I do have great intentions. I have started the third novel in the Casanova Cowboys series, and it might take a little longer to complete than expected. The Ryder in this one is pretty beat up, both physically and mentally (can’t give too much away here), and I’ve been doing extra research (shhh, it’s not for school, lol) to make sure I connect with readers. I’m hoping his character will really leave a mark in your hearts when he emerges 🙂
I am also hoping to finish the vampire novel I’ve been chatting up. I had a devastating blow when I lost a nice chunk of the book in some cyber void, and trying to rewrite something that I felt worked perfectly the first time around is more daunting than I ever imaged. This isn’t the first time I have lost work, but is the first time I nearly lost a completed manuscript less than two chapters away from being completed. Hopefully it will continue to come back to me while I’m trying to get a tech wizard to work some magic for me.
And to the exciting news…
Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys is coming out on April 4th and is available for pre-order now (Excerpts will be coming soon: www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys). I loved writing Mandy, the spunky red-head that knows just how to put her two men in their place. Brody was a pleasure-in all ways-and Craig’s soft side beneath his bristly front definitely makes my heart flutter. Be sure to check it out, and as always, I love to hear from my readers!
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Mandy Pearson has fantasized about brothers Brody and Craig Ryder for years. Problem is, Brody has never paid her mind and Craig wants nothing more than friendship. When the two brothers return to Ryder after the unexpected death of their father, nothing can prepare her to become the center of their hungry attention. Her excitement is overshadowed by the potent bad blood, caused by Craig’s ex three years prior, that still runs between her sexy cowboys.
From the moment he returns to Ryder, Brody has his eye on Mandy. The once-scrawny, redheaded tattle-tale from his youth has blossomed into a hot, young woman he desires more than a riled crowd at one of his concerts.
When Brody and Craig learn they are vying for the same woman’s heart, will the betrayal from their past destroy their chance of a future with Mandy?