I’m a little late to the party, but there’s never a better time to let loose than when the sun goes down. Especially when you’re looking for something a little unconventional Hope everyone had a great Thursday! And what better way to kick back, relax, and enjoy than to unwind with some awesome excerpts from a fabulous group of authors?
I’ll be sharing a few excerpts from my latest release, Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys, the first in the Casanova Cowboys series. It’s riding #4 on Siren’s Menage and Multiples Best Seller list, and made the Top 21 Best Sellers!
I may also slip in some excerpts from my Blood Moon Legacy series. The last book in that series has a tentative release date of February 25th, and I’m eagerly looking forward to sharing Jordan’s story with all of you.
Here’s a little sample of dessert, so grab a glass of wine, a cold beer, or a cocktail and enjoy!
Lexi Barrett is on the run from her ex-boyfriend after witnessing him kill three men at his Manhattan nightclub. When her car breaks down on a barren interstate outside Ryder, Kansas, she fears the chase is up until a sexy cowboy comes to her rescue. With little money and no place to turn, she accepts help from the stranger who stokes a fire inside her not even the summer sun can outburn.
Travis Coller and Brent Standon have been searching for a woman to complete their relationship. Lexi’s lucky breakdown in their small town makes one fact clear—the sexy city filly is a perfect match for them. They know she needs help beyond car repairs, and offer her protection from the dangers stalking her in hopes of winning more than a roll in the hay.
When her past arrives in Ryder, Lexi is forced to decide whether to walk away from her cowboys and the passion they have shown her, or stay and risk losing them forever.
One of the shirtless men turned. Lexi’s throat tightened at the
sight of sun-bronzed, hard muscle shimmering beneath a sheen of
sweat. When the man tipped his cowboy hat to wipe his forehead with
the bandana wrapped around his wrist, a strangled moan left her lips.
“Oh my god.” She pressed her face closer to the window to get a
better view of Travis. He hoisted a bag of mulch over his shoulder,
perfectly honed muscles flexing and bunching, his beautiful skin
rippling beneath the seemingly easy work. His waist narrowed along a
carved path of abs, his snug blue jeans lying low on his hips. He
turned away, heading toward a bare patch of soil around a tall
cottonwood. A trail of sweat streamed down the defined depression of
his spine in his lower back. A wicked-looking snake tattoo wrapped
around his bulging biceps, a feature he had easily hidden in his shortsleeved
shirt the day before.
Lexi swallowed the lump in her throat. Desire burned out any
residue of fear she had woken with, leaving her body humming. Her
heart did a strange little dance as she turned away from the window
and hurried to make herself half presentable.
Ten minutes later, hair tied up in a messy bun, face washed, teeth
brushed, and dressed in another loaner outfit, she rushed down the
stairs and moved swiftly to the back kitchen. Travis was taking a
break, a tall glass of orange juice at his lips and a serious expression
hardening the rugged lines of his face. A light shadow of day-old
whiskers brushed his chin and jaw, prickling this insane attraction that
developed upon first sight.
Lexi sucked in a deep breath to calm her thunderous heart and
stepped onto the patio. Miss Bess’s worried crease smoothed, and she
beamed. Lexi offered a smile, her fingers tangling into a knot at the
front of her hips.
“Good mornin’, Lexi. Hope you slept well?” Miss Bess asked.
Travis turned, the natural motion highlighting finer details of his
delectable body she couldn’t see from her window. There was not an
ounce of pretty or delicate on him. Travis exuded power and
masculinity from every pore. Veins bulged in his corded forearms.
His fingers were rough, working fingers that made the glass in his
hand look utterly fragile.
She had to peel her gaze away from him to look at Miss Bess, her
neck and face warming. With a smile, she nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
But like a magnet, her attention flipped back to Travis. The serious
expression that cut across his face moments ago eased with the smile
that came to his lips and a glitter that touched his dark eyes.
Travis tipped his chin in a slight bow, his smile widening.
“Mornin’ to you. Hope we didn’t wake you.” His gaze traced over
her, leaving a line of heat in his wake. “The guys get a bit rowdy.”
“I was awake,” she lied, stepping closer to him. The breeze
brushed her with his scent—a mix of sweat, spice, and outdoors—and
her jaw grew tight. Coming from a scene of impeccable suits, gelled
hair, shiny shoes, and expensive jewelry, she couldn’t help indulge
her senses in this shirtless, dusty-boots, bandana-armband man that
made her wet. How could dirt and sweat make a man look so damn