Triple D Dude Ranch
By Beverly Ovalle
Published by Secret Cravings Publishing
October 4, 2014
Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.
Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.
One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.
Graduation had her moving to Chicago. After a couple of years of living and working there, she realized that Chicago couldn’t give her the life she thought she’d wanted. What she wanted was right here in Texas, so when she got this assignment she packed her bags, subletted her apartment, and headed home.
The GPS announced she was there. Looking around, Blaire spotted the driveway; it was hard to miss. The wrought iron arch over the drive simply proclaimed Triple D Dude Ranch. She frowned. The drive was just as dusty as the road and there was not a hotel in sight.
Sighing, Blaire put on her signal and pulled over. She stopped and grabbed her camera. A picture of the arch, with the wrought iron words showcasing the name, would be a perfect shot. Blaire opened her door and groaned as the leather made a sucking sound as she peeled herself off. Maybe she shouldn’t have shucked her panties at that last stop. She hadn’t thought about peeling herself off the leather seats, only how infernally hot the day was. Stepping out, she looked both ways before she minced to the opposite side of the road. The heels of the unfamiliar and recently purchased cowboy boots and the long drive had made her a bit wobbly.
Blaire lifted her camera, uncovering the lens and holding the cap in her hand. No dust on the lens, she was glad to see. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if there were. She felt like every crevice of her body had grit in it. Her cute Western outfit might never be the same. She felt wilted from head to toe. Lining up the arch in her lens, Blaire cursed as she dropped the lens cap on the ground. One of these days she’d remember to attach it with the string to the camera itself.
“Damn it!” Bending over from the waist, she picked up the cap from the ground; after all, it was a good opportunity to do one of her daily stretches. Blaire tucked it in the pocket on the front of her cute little denim skirt as she stood, like she should have in the first place.
Lining up the arch once again, Blaire could see that the dust continued, the drive a little smoother than the road coming in. Shaking her head, she snapped a picture. Moving around, she tried to capture it from different angles. She could always delete the ones that didn’t work.
Finishing, Blaire decided she’d had enough of the arch. There had to be at least one good one. She started back to the car when she heard a noise and whirled around.
Her breath caught and she instinctively lifted the camera for a shot. Holy hotness! That was a real cowboy. Her eyes widened as she looked through the lens, quickly snapping a picture.
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She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.
Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.
She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!
Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.
Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.
His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure the ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt Bonnie introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
Hunky Cowboy Colt O'Malley has lost what is most important to him. Spring Reed needs a safe place to stay. Can love erase all doubt or will anguish tear them apart?
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His brown eyes were filled with grief. The heavy shadows under his eyes indicated a lack of sleep, and his shoulders slumped in defeat as though he was about to fall over.
Wrapping her arms around her middle, she stared at him. He was a big man, tall with wide shoulders. Somehow, he looked shrunken. “I’ll stay and make sure you eat. I’m assuming the job is still open.”
Colt took off his tan Stetson and slapped it against his thigh. His dark hair hung past his collar, and it looked soft blowing in the cold wind. “Look, I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. There is no job. I don’t know what Caleb told you, if he really invited you here at all. It’s not his style to bring girls home.”
Spring’s heart was in a vice that kept tightening. “He offered me a job keeping the books for you.”
“Ed, take her back.” The bitterness in his tone was loud and clear.
“No can do. This little gal was promised a job, and I think you should honor that promise.”
“Then leave, I’ll take her back myself.”
“Fine.” Old Ed turned and walked to his truck. When he got the door, he turned toward Colt. “You know I don’t go around handing out advice, but if I was judging by the way you look, I’d say she needs to stay.”
Colt's eyes raked her over, making her nervous. Finally, he sighed. “Let’s go inside, and get you something warm to wear before I take you back.”
Numb inside and out, she followed him. The house looked much bigger than she’d pictured. The exterior was wood, covered in peeling paint, but the front porch looked ample. It was hard to judge, however, with all the blowing snow.
Walking inside, she shivered. It was spring break, and she thought it might be chilly still, but she didn’t have the money to buy a heavier coat or boots. She felt stupid arriving in her windbreaker and sneakers. The snow must be due to melt soon. Warmth was in full bloom in Texas already. Sure, there was a bit of snow remaining at home, but this whole area was still a blanket of cold, white snow.
The front part of the house had an open floor plan, the kitchen and great room were connected, and a roaring fire in the massive stone fireplace welcomed her.
“Have a seat, I’ll make coffee.”
Spring nodded and cleared a place on the cluttered, threadbare couch. Caleb hadn’t exaggerated when he’d told her that they were barely keeping their heads above water. She didn’t mind poor. It was what she’d known all her life.
Spring glanced over her shoulder and grinned. In her eyes, he spotted happiness and it warmed him. In two long strides, he was beside the ladder. She gingerly turned on the steps as he reached his arms up to her. The way her face lit up gave him the confidence he needed to scoop her up and hold her against him.
“What are you doing?” She laughed as he put her down but he didn’t let go.
“I’ve had something on my mind for a while now.” He studied her dusty pink lips.
“What would that be?” Her voice was husky.
Leaning down, he kissed her and as soon as his tongue touched her lips, she opened for him. Groaning, he deepened the kiss and was thrilled when she put her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Spring squirmed against him while they kissed. Her kisses were feverish as though she couldn’t get enough, and her tongue tangoed with his in a sexily charged dance. No one had ever kissed him with such passion.
He lifted her until she wrapped her long legs around his waist. They stared at each other. Was he going too fast? When she started to kiss the side of his neck, his question was answered. He set her down on the kitchen counter and quickly took care of her shirt and bra
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Danielle Doolittle has always had a knack for storytelling. When she completed her first work of fiction at age six about a bunny and particularly juicy carrot she was hooked. Years later, she's spinning tales of first loves, awkward moments, and the occasional creature that goes bump in the night.
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Eighteen-year-old Penelope Green doesn't have any reason to believe her senior year will be anything but ordinary.
Boy was she wrong...
There's a new family in her small Martha's Vineyard community and they're about to flip her world upside down; none more so that the brooding, wide-shouldered Kane Whitmore.
Connected in ways she never dreamed possible, Penelope must trust Kane and her growing feelings for him as his family to guides her through her missing past and a world she never knew existed—a world she'd suddenly become the center of.
Learning she's a Guardian with the ability to heal she can handle. It's the dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly brings her to her knees. But when madman's vengeful plot puts her loved ones at risk, Penelope is willing to sacrifice anything to keep them safe...even her own life.
I was alone, surrounded by cold black walls. They stretched on forever in both directions, like a never-ending hallway. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. That’s when I noticed my bare arms. I looked down at the flowing, white, nightgown I wore and didn’t remember putting on. My feet were bare on the cold stone floor.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
There was no answer. I peered into the blackness in front of me. Where was I?
Something moved just ahead.
“Hello? Who are you?”
Suddenly light flooded the hall about ten feet in front of me. A triangle of light from an open door was like a beacon in this strange place. I felt my feet move toward it of their own volition, like they knew what was behind that door. My breath hitched as I moved closer to the light. What would I find in there?
Half afraid to open it the rest of the way for what I would find, I placed a hand on the cold wood. I had to look. Had to see. What if it was my only way out? I took a deep breath and pushed.
An elaborate bedroom greeted me. A fire burned in the grate and an enormous bed stood along the far wall. It was covered in a velvet comforter and dozens of pillows. The floor was covered in plush-looking, blood red carpet. The room was warm. So warm and inviting compared to the cold emptiness of the hallway outside. I stepped in before I could think of an excuse not to.
The door slammed shut behind me. I whirled around and tried to reopen it, but it was no use. The door was gone. I watched what was left of the knob melt into the wall, leaving behind unbroken dark wooden paneling.
“Hello, Penelope, my dear,” a deep voice oozed behind me. “I have been waiting for you a long time.”
I turned slowly to face the man who hadn’t been there moments before. He was seated in one of the chairs before the fire, swirling a dark red liquid in a crystal glass. He was beautiful in a cold way. Blonde hair picked up the reds of the blazing fire and his eyes flashed an arctic blue. His black button-down shirt showed off his broad shoulders. He looked to be around Julius’ age, in his mid-thirties. Despite his angelic looks there was something about him that frightened me. Maybe it was the vast emptiness in his icy eyes or the calculating smile playing on his lips. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to get out of there and fast.
“How do you know my name?”
I mustered up as much bravado as I could, squared my shoulders and held his gaze as I demanded he answer me. He let loose a chillingly mocking laugh.
“Oh this truly is going to be fun. I haven’t had fun in so long, Penelope. You want me to have fun don’t you?”
What was this guy talking about? Not only was he a creep, but I got the feeling he was a little on the crazy side. Not a good combination.
“No answer, Penny dear? Oh poo, I so wanted to play with you a little while first.” He shrugged and sat his drink down on the side table. “I guess it’s down to business then, is it?”
Suddenly he lunged at me, moving faster than should have been possible. His mouth spread in a wide grin. That’s when I noticed his teeth, particularly his elongated canines. He was an Other.
I screamed then saw nothing but light.
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Lisa was wicked.
Wicked and damaged. She’s spent half her twenty years locked away in a psychiatric facility because her uncontrollable alpha rages are inexplicable in a human world. Orphaned when she was a baby, she doesn't even know what she is. All she knows is what they've always told her. Wicked.
At twenty-six years Mac helps his family run Raleigh Point, a group foster home for abused or abandoned shifter babies and children. Beyond taking on an occasional tracking job for the FBI, he never has worried about much. He likes to play hard, usually with an attractive woman.
Never too much responsibility. Life is good.
Taking the phone call alert, Mac breezes in to rescue her. In that grimy god-forsaken excuse for a hospital, Mac realizes life has to change. He discovers Lisa is not only drugged and damaged, she’s his mate
The battle continues when a crazed rogue alpha decides to make Lisa his queen.
Mac hunkered down in front of the shaking, curled-up form in the corner. Humanity?
Some people didn’t know the meaning of the word.
Mac hesitated as he took her in. He couldn’t smell her as the stench of the place was
masking it, and he wished again he had his mom or Cassie with him. He also acknowledged that
Brett had it right. They were drugging her to move her, and he’d only just got here in time.
His eyes fastened on the trembling figure in front of him. Short gasps tore out of her throat.
Head hunched down, arms tightened around the knees, and clasped against her chest. Hanging
on. Filthy sweats, worse than some he’d thrown away. Goose bumps pricking her bare arms. The
only bright thing in muddy looking, matted hair, was red. A drop. God, had they hit her? She hid
her face, alternated between shivering and rocking, except with no chair. What the hell did they
do to you, honey?
Lisa? Yeah, that was what Brett said her name was. Mac cleared his throat. He had to get her
out of here, and he didn’t have time to be gentle.
“Lisa? We need to get you out of here.”
He placed one hand on her shaking forearm. He caught the swift arc of her arm trying to
connect with his face. Whoa, well, that was definitely an alpha reaction. Taking me on? He’d
have laughed if it were funny—at all.
“No one’s gonna hurt you. Don’t you wanna get out of here? Mmm? There ya go.” He
shrugged out of his sweatshirt.
Thin arms stiffened but stayed still, and her chest rose at a slower rate when he’d gently
pulled the sweatshirt past her eyes. “So, you’re not ready to try and take me out, huh?”
She lifted her face finally.
Oh God, now?
Of all times and in all places, stuck in some dingy shit excuse for a hospital, with some girl
who looked like she needed far more care than he could give. His bear clawed frantically at him
to get out, nearly bowling him over in the rush to get to her.
Mac growled and hung his head in despair. He hadn’t been able to smell her because of
everything else, and it had taken brushing the side of her arm to help her with his sweatshirt as
she lifted her face to him to know.
God, what a mess.
A soft touch pulled his gaze. Possessiveness whirled around Mac as he struggled not to
gather her up and bury her in his arms. Need stabbed him. Confusion chased the gold flecks in
her gorgeous eyes, and he wanted it gone. He wanted those incredible eyes clear and focused—
He realized she would feel a connection, but her ignorance and whatever drugs she had in
her system masked it. She lifted a shaky hand to touch the side of his face, but still didn’t say one
word. Deep purple marks marred her neck. Mac’s body tightened, and a shallow breath managed
to escape. He took in her pale face under the bruises and gazed at the chipped stubs of filthy,
bitten fingernails as she lowered her hand back to her side.
Mac pulled himself together. “Lisa, we need to get you out of here, okay?” He gently helped
her stand. She winced as he looped an arm around her side to steady her.
He took one look around the bare room and didn’t bother to ask if she needed to take
anything. Taking one cautious step, she tried, but her knees buckled. Mac caught her before got
anywhere near the floor. Without thinking, he brushed one kiss on her forehead and looked
into those big eyes that were fighting to stay open. She blinked at him slowly, easier breaths
ghosting his face, and Mac’s arm tightened as her head lowered. Yes.
In that small, cautious, trusting movement, Mac heard his bear roar protectively as his arms
tightened around her. No one would ever hurt a hair on her head again. While he still had breath
left in his body, she would be safe, she would be cared for, and she would be loved.
Mac eased her back alongside him some more. He pushed his thigh in between her legs and
felt her shuddering as his cock scraped her buttocks. He kissed the soft side of her neck and
explored her shoulder blades with his tongue. His cock was pulsing in time to his heart.
Mac knew he had to go slow. His chest had swelled so much when she’d said he would be
her first. He’d nearly panicked. He’d shot out of the bedroom like some scared kid. He wanted
her relaxed and ready.
Cautiously, he explored with his fingers some more and found the little nub. He groaned as
it became swollen and desperately wanted to suck on it. With one finger, he teased it away from
its hood and flicked gently.
Lisa jerked and gasped. Next time he wanted to feel those muscles tighten on him. He
needed her in bed, now.
He went to pick her up, but she shimmied away, hazel eyes locked on him, pupils wide. He
hitched a breath. One push from her hand and he was against the tiles. She grabbed each of his
hands and lifted them, so they were above his head. “Keep them there.”
Mac nearly shot his load there and then.
He leaned his head back against the tiles, hard. Fuck, she was going down on him. Hot
breathy, wet kisses feathered his abs, teasing him, promising him. Fingers that only existed to
trail his skin, tightened and snaked lower. Mac locked his knees. His cock jumped to meet her.
Agonized— didn’t she know he was gonna die?—lips pressed his skin. He was on fire. Mouth
seized, harsh pants filled the room, and steam rose.
Christ, a warm, wet, blissful heat enclosed his dick. He dropped his head. He wanted to do
something unmanly, like cry. Fucking perfect. Tingles started in his spine, and he knew wouldn’t last
long. Fuck, she’d found… His knees nearly gave way. “Oh God, Oh God, Yessss,”
he hissed as her tongue pushed in his slit.
She paused, as if she was going to regroup, and for one awful minute, he thought she was
going to stop. Her hand fisted around his base, and she dove at him. Nearly his entire length went
down that gorgeous throat. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t know how she was breathing. On and on,
pulls and sucks tugged at his inside.
“Gonna, gonna.” He tried for speech, some warning, but she sped up. Mindless pleasure
grabbed him. He couldn’t think. Hot, hard, he was gonna burst. Heat bloomed in his spine and
shot around to his dick. His balls lifted and tightened, and spurts of cum jetted down her throat.
His vision whited out and pleasure so intense rocked every cell in his body. Fuck, fuck, on and
He grabbed her face. She eased away and gently kissed the tip, seemingly fascinated at the
little after-shocks that bobbed his dick up to meet her. Mac straightened his spine and lifted her
up flush to his body, hard. His legs were just catching on with having to hold him up, but damn
he wasn’t letting so much as one of her toes hit the floor. She was his, every inch, every fucking
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She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box. In fact if her heroes and heroines don't always fit neatly into a box, she loves them even more. She's worked as a Mom, a nurse, and a teaching assistant.
She decided to go on an adventure with her family in 2010 and moved from England to America and now lives in Florida.
Last year in 2013, she thought it was time to stop just reading love stories and start writing them
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Children of Annwn : The Promise book blurb.
Mia Childs is a stranger to herself, happy to hide in the background because of her terrifying visions. At night, she dreams of Annwn where she meets an outrageous flirt called Ryder and a sense of belonging invades. However, when Mia’s dreams become reality in the shape of a newcomer at school who's identical to the one in her dreams, her reality crumbles.
Ryder’s touch awakens her memories revealing that she is a child of Annwn, a guardian of her magical realm and the mortals. She learns that it was her visions of dwindling pregnancies causing the end of humanity and Annwn, which led her to evoke an ancient law, The Promise, which tests the power of their love and magic as a way to gain entry into the human world.
Now, Mia must embrace her fears in order to fulfill her promise and save humanity because Greyson, a Darkshadow has been manipulating events from the beginning and the fate of everyone she loves lies in her hands
Ryder watched her with weary frustration. His gaze washed over her waif-like features as she stood with shoulders back, proud, and beautiful, yet unaware of how she appeared to the world.
Innocent. Shy. Provocative.
Such an alluring mix, and she was his, even if she didn’t realize that yet. He knew that she wasn’t as unaffected by his presence as she pretended. Even now, he could hear her heart beating thunderously. It wasn’t just fear that made it soar. Her eyes flared with attraction toward him. Watching that, Ryder almost reached out to her, again. Only, he knew it would be a huge mistake.
Too public. Too many prying eyes.
Her silky hair flew around her shoulders as she turned away, leaving him to stare at her long auburn tresses, and he imagined his fingers entwined in her locks. To ignore him was playing with fire. Ryder pushed his thoughts into her reluctant mind, willing her to listen to him and turn around, but he came up against an impenetrable wall. She was deliberately ignoring him, which made him smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard after all. In time, she would accept him—because after all, they were the same. Until then, if she insisted on goading him with these silly games, he was going to give her a reminder of who she was.
The dance hall was overflowing with teenagers striking poses and dancing to the music. Alex stood next to Mia, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dark jeans. He whispered into her ear, and she nodded. Smiling, he lifted her hand, and led her into a sea of dancers.
Ryder wasn’t going to stand idly by and let this human interfered with Mia. The music changed to a slow beat, and Ryder forced the image of them holding each other out of his head. He concentrated his thoughts on Mia, manipulating his fire elements to send a blazing heat directly into the palms of her hands.
The wind picked up pace and whistled through the trees. It was getting cold now. A shiver ran over her, but she didn’t want to move or speak.
“Here, put this on, you’re freezing. We should go. Enough for one night,” Ryder said.
Her heart was still floating up in the night sky, overcome with all that she had learned. How could anything be normal, ever again? Her life and all that she had known had changed. She looked into his eyes and started crying.
“Mia, it’s okay. After the rush, as you said, there’s the fall, the doubt. I know there’s more you want to know, but it can wait,” he said.
“You were right after all,” she added.
“About what?” he cocked his head.
“I do know you,” she said, as her hands entwined in his hair, and she pulled his head towards her face.
“Mia,” he groaned.
She kissed him.
Ryder devoured her mouth, kissing her as if starved of oxygen, and she was fresh air. A rush of sensations took her breath away. The air crackled with electricity, and she clung to him, desperate for his touch, unwilling to let go. He held her face and brushed his thumb against her jaw. Breathing came in small gasps. Her hands brushed against the hem of his T-shirt, and as she touched his warm skin underneath, a searing heat shot through her whole body, down to her toes. Mia’s hands roamed across his back, and as their bodies touched, they lifted off the ground and levitated.
Raindrops fell around them like misty drizzle. Neither of them stirred until the drops increased in size, drenching them. Only then did they become aware of their surroundings and drift back to the ground. Clasping hands, they ran laughing wildly toward the motorbike. They clambered on and drove, laughing, through the soft rain. They were just pulling up at Mia’s house when the rain eased, as if somehow timed just for that purpose.
“It’s just as well we left,” Ryder said, wiping the wet hair out of her face. “I don’t know what would have happened. We could’ve ended up in space. I’ve missed you so much.”
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Every sin has a price…
My estranged husband, Rich, is a habitual cheater. He says he has a problem with commitment because he’s messed up in the head. I’ve called him on it more than once. No one likes a liar, no matter how handsome he is. He says he wants me to have casual sex with another man to even the score. I don’t need his free pass. I can do bad by myself. I already have…I spend my days working at the diner and my nights in an adult chatroom with a sexy stranger, keeping my body at a distance and my heart safe.
Rich’s biggest mistake didn’t occur when he stepped out on me. His undoing was inviting Trevor Stanley into our bed. Trevor is cocky, arrogant, and holds nothing back, but when he looks at me I’m drawn to him like light is to dark. Pending my divorce, Trevor seems to think I’m fair game and leaves more than his sex-laced advances on the table. He’s way too tempting and doesn’t seem to think it matters that my soon to be ex-husband is his boss.
All I really want is a no-strings-attached fling. My ticket arrives when I receive an anonymous invite to the Hotel Beaudelaire’s exclusive Den of Sin Winter Ball.
I frowned. “That’s because I told him to. I’m going to move forward whether you like it or not. I don’t want this marriage and neither do you.”
“Camille, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you period,” he stated.
I passed Rich on the steps, leaving him standing there. It didn’t take long for him to venture behind me down the driveway to my car. His shiny white Jaguar was parked conveniently behind mine, so I needed to say something to get him off my back.
“I feel like I’m being harassed by you, Rich. Do you extend this type of treatment to the other women in your life?”
I unlocked the door using the key fob and before I could touch the handle, Rich had already opened it for me.
“No, I don’t,” he said in almost a whisper. “But I know you won’t believe me.”
The nerve of him. What made him think that I would fall for that lie when for months he’d been going behind my back fulfilling his lusty desires with women like he was enjoying an endless supply of skittles?
“You’re right. I won’t.” I tossed my bags in the passenger seat and slipped in the driver’s side. “Now what you can believe is that I will lose my job if I’m late. I’m sure you don’t care about wasting time, but I bet you care about that pretty piece of metal blocking my way.”
I glanced in my rearview mirror at his Jag, started my car, and revved the motor.
“I’m sorry about everything, Camille.” His hand was on the inside handle of the car door. “I wish you could understand. Venture on my side of the fence for a moment. I got caught up. I had my…condition under control and slipped one time and messed everything up.”
I caught his wandering gaze and held it. “And when you say venture on your side…?”
“I think you should…” He visibly swallowed. “I want you to sleep with someone else. Maybe you’ll understand when I tell you there’s a difference between the casual sex I shared with women but had no intentions of ever seeing again and the sex that we had in our marriage bed.”
I shook my head and held up my hand to stop the bullshit pouring from his mouth. “I can’t with you right now. Not today. Not ever.” Irritation ran through my heated veins. “Two wrongs don’t make a right and it’s not about what you want. Haven’t you gotten that through your brain yet?”
As I looked into his sea-blue eyes, seeing them swirling with confusion and regret, it dawned on me that he was still self-conceited in his ways. Was the free pass that he so blindly offered for my benefit or for his? What was he really trying to prove?
His gaze narrowed on me. “I never want you to think that you aren’t good enough because you are. You were a good girl when I met you, Camille. I messed that up for you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to control myself. When you have some time, think about it, okay?”
~About the Author~
Multi-published author Ambrielle Kirk writes diverse, edgy and seductive romance: multicultural erotic, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy. As a bestselling author in several sub-genres, she's 2012 Swirl Award winner and 2014 Romance of Novel Excellence (RONE) Award nominee in the paranormal categories. She's a PAN member of RWA, FF&P RWA, and co-founder and treasurer of CIM RWA.
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Neither Mike Russo nor Cody Latham had expected her to show up in their conference room.
Of course, they wouldn’t have, given the various laws she’d broken to be here.
Shana Gallagher’s pulse ticked up another notch at that and their good looks. Virile and commanding. They were deliciously hot and smart, having once worked in military intelligence.
Mike, the proverbially tall, dark and handsome hunk, had found his way into government via his MIT training. He’d left DC five years ago to start his own firm. Now thirty-three, he regarded Shana with momentary surprise then male interest as his attention raked over her.
Despite her best intentions, Shana’s skin tingled.
To his side was Cody. Equally impressive at thirty-four, he forgot to take a sip of his coffee. The Starbucks cup was inches from his mouth as he also took her in. Quietly and restrained.
Shana’s belly quivered at the heat in his gaze, so at odds with his military background. It showed in the set of his broad shoulders and modified buzz cut, his hair short on the sides with volume on top. Those dark blond locks complemented his golden skin and hazel eyes.
Mike’s were greenish-gray, an arresting color given his olive complexion and chestnut hair, a bit longish and casually styled. Several strands dangled over his forehead, begging a woman to ease them back.
Currents of warmth rippled through Shana, leaving her cruelly weak. She hadn’t expected to react like this. During her research on them, she’d seen hundreds of their photos, including those not meant for the public. Their days spent with women, outdoors at the beach or sailing, both men’s hard bodies stripped to their swim trunks and bared to the sun. Mike’s bold tattoo on his left bicep. The cruel scar on Cody’s right pec that enhanced his masculinity.
None of those pictures had done them justice.
“Mr. Russo, Mr. Lathan,” the office manager murmured, her somber hush appropriate for this high-priced firm in New York’s Financial District. Dressed in a severe gray suit, the matronly woman smelled funereal, of incense and carnations. She inclined her perfectly coiffed head to Shana. “Ms. Gallagher, your four o’clock.”
Before Mike or Cody could say “huh” or “who?” Shana stepped deeper into the yawning room. It was possibly two thousand square feet and decorated in a combination of rose, beige and brown, its bank of windows offering a spectacular view of the harbor. An NYPD boat and cruises packed with tourists cut through the water, leaving foamy trails. Sunlight winked off those swells and the glass buildings, giving the early September day a dreamy, golden haze.
The door clicked shut behind Shana, leaving her alone with the men.
Mike pushed to his feet, his six-three frame superbly clothed in an Italian suit that probably cost five grand. Its subtle navy tones and his pale blue shirt heightened the effect of his sapphire tie. Cody’s was gray-and-white striped, his shirt charcoal, his suit a pewter color. Surprisingly fashionable given his conservative background.
He stood. His height matched Mike’s. Both men were lean yet muscular.
Power and male privilege radiated from them. Everything Shana had always mistrusted and despised. She couldn’t quite manage those feelings now. She knew far too much about them. They were surprisingly good men, downright decent, which added to their seductive allure and had brought her here.
Shana crossed the room, forcing herself to walk casually as though she belonged. The slit in her pencil skirt allowed the black fabric to fall away from her leg, exposing a bit of her thigh. Mike and Cody’s attention dropped to her sheer stockings and spike heels.
Hard carnal interest flared on their faces.
A curious mixture of pleasure and caution rushed through Shana, draining her strength. She put her leather tote on the granite table, the smooth stone a soft rose color speckled with gray, black and brown.
The moment she slipped her hand under the tote’s flap, Mike said, “Hold it right there.”
He’d spoken quietly. However, his deep baritone filled the impressive space, demanding obedience.
Shana calmed herself as well as she could and lifted her face to his. At this hour, stubble shadowed his upper lip, chin and cheeks. His lashes were unspeakably long. His attention moved from the tote to her silk blouse, the color of black cherries. No one had to tell Shana that her nipples were hard and jutting against the fabric. Suddenly, Mike couldn’t seem to look anywhere else.
A wave of heat rushed to her neck, her arousal unruly.
He cleared his throat. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. “Who are you?”
Time for the truth. Sort of.
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