Cora
Roberts has a plan: move to a new town and make a better life for
herself and her son. As a single mom, she’s not looking for a
relationship of any kind. But then she never expected to have the
sexy Garrett offer her a night of uninhibited pleasure with no
strings attached.
Garrett
Brooks never expected Cora’s surrender to his touch to be so sweet
– or tempt him to want more than just a single night with her. But
as he pursues a deeper relationship with Cora, a threat from his past
emerges.
Will
Garrett be able to tempt Cora with his love, or will outside forces
tear them apart?
Excerpt
A
pair of shirtless cowboys settled onto the stools at table ten in her
station. Cora approached and couldn’t help but notice that the man
with his back to her had one hell of a sexy back. Could a back be
sexy? Because this one was. His muscles were defined, flexing with
each slight movement. She had an image of herself dragging her tongue
along the clearly distinct line of his spine, right down to the two
dimples peeking above the line of his low-slung blue jeans.
She
inhaled a steadying breath. Clearly her vibrator wasn’t getting the
job done if she was having lusty thoughts about a strange man’s
back.
The
gentleman was a large guy—had to be at least six feet or
taller—with dark chestnut hair peeping from beneath his ivory
Stetson. His long, muscular, jean-clad legs were tucked beneath the
table. The jeans rode low on his hips, even with the brown leather
belt circling his waist, and the material lovingly cupped his behind.
It wasn’t one of the flat butts so many men had but firmly rounded
to give a woman something to hold on to as he thrust.
Clearly
it had been far too long since she’d done the deed if she was
envisioning holding on to his sexy butt while he had his way with
her. She had to be careful or she’d wind up sleeping with someone
she had no business getting entangled with.
The
hot cowboy’s friend was an equally big fella. Although, for her at
least, he was eclipsed by his friend.
Cora
plastered a smile on her face as she rounded the table and faced the
two Doms.
“Sirs,
what can I get for you this evening?” she asked and finally lifted
her gaze up to the man’s face. And holy smokes, what a face.
Sinfully handsome didn’t even begin to describe her hot cowboy. Nor
the fact that one glance at him made her skin feel three sizes too
small.
“You’re
new,” the cowboy said, and his voice reminded her of melted dark
chocolate. Her gaze dipped from his ‘melt your panties off’ face
to his brawny shoulders. Viewing them from the front, suffused with
lines of ropey muscles, made tingles tighten in her core. Her gaze
lowered to his solidly formed chest, the pectorals well-defined and
liberally dusted with fine dark hair. Her mouth watered to taste the
flat disks of his dusky brown nipples and then follow the singular
line of his happy trail with her tongue over his ripcord abs. She
inhaled a steadying breath. What the hell was wrong with her? She
flashed her gaze back up to his face. His chestnut hair was shaded
with hints of deep auburn and the color extended to the trim beard
covering his square jaw. But it was the Dom’s eyes, framed by thick
chestnut brows, the sharp cobalt orbs reminding her of the deep blue
waters off the bay in Seattle, that caused her breath to catch in her
throat. They stared at her, glittering with interest as they gave her
body the
same studious perusal.
“Perceptive,”
she replied, as she attempted to reel her pulse back from its
fluttering, thumping madness. Just because she found the cowboy
sinfully attractive to the point that all her erogenous zones had
taken notice, didn’t mean she could act on said lusts. “My name
is Cora and I will be serving you this evening.”
“I’ve
not seen you around here. New to the area?” the other cowboy said.
She
directed her gaze his way. He was equally attractive, with his
fawn-colored hair showing beneath the brim of his black hat and hazel
eyes that leaned more toward brown with flecks of emerald and gold.
His jaw was clean shaven, a bit more angular, and he had a slight
cleft in his chin. The cowboy’s chest was certainly noteworthy, a
tad leaner, his build more like a swimmer’s, and dusted with light
fawn-colored hair. But this guy didn’t make a five-alarm fire
ignite in her nether regions. Which made him safe territory,
regardless of the fact that his eyes weren’t all that warm.
She
addressed him and said, “Yep. Moved here two weeks ago.”
“From
where?” Blue eyes asked and she swiveled her head, feeling her high
ponytail swish against her shoulder blades. She was drowning in his
stare, pin pricks of heat swarming her system. With a simple glance,
the man caused every nerve ending to tingle with awareness. Her
breath backed up in her lungs and she had to fight the very real
desire to touch him. See if his skin would burn at the touch.
“Seattle.
Would you two like anything to drink tonight?” she asked, wanting
to steer away from her personal life.
“Quite
a long way,” the other cowboy said, his stare assessing her, and
she couldn’t help but feel he was attempting to divine all her
secrets.
He
had no idea. She missed her friends, she missed her tiny little
house. She missed home. She shook herself. This was home now, whether
she liked it or not.
“It
is.”
Blue
eyes said, “I’m Garrett and this is Jackson. Why don’t you
bring us a bucket of Coronas to start?”
“Absolutely.
Hungry? Anything to eat?” she asked.
“Not
for anything on the menu.” Garrett gave her a lopsided, sexy grin.
Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his intense gaze. And Cora
felt a resounding ache in her core. Smooth. This Dom was a charmer. A
panty melting charmer, and by the wicked gleam in his cobalt gaze, he
knew how to make a woman scream in ecstasy. And if she was reading
correctly into his innuendo, sexy Garrett would only be too happy to
show her just how exemplary he was in matters of the flesh.
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3 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Welcome to Beyond Romance, Anya!
A cowboy kink club is an interesting notion.
I've really enjoyed following the tour and I can't wait to read this one. Thanks for sharing all of the great posts along the way :)
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