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Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.
Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.
Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?
He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.
His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.
The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.
Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.
“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.
The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”
He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.
Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”
He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”
Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.
Warning: These books contain graphic sexual description, BDSM, M/M and explicit language. Strictly for 18+
GREEK AFFAIR Prequel to Guardian Cop
Adrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Criminal. He arranges gun and drug deals with Russia and Niger. He is the product of a rape and to provide for her son, his mother is forced to become a whore. He grew up in a brothel where he learns about sex at the tender age of thirteen. He hates women.
Mario Anastopolous is a successful Banking Executive. He has just come out of a relationship where he hadn’t been satisfied.
When Addie ventures into a Gay Men’s Club in Athens, he meets Mario. Both had been on the lookout for a lover. Their attraction is instant.
Addie is domineering, in charge. Mario is meek, submissive.
When Mario accepts the invitation to go home with Addie, he doesn’t realize just how good his life is about to become. Following a night of spanking, sex, pain and pleasure, Addie makes Mario an offer that is too good to refuse. Mario gives up everything to be with this man who can provide him with the sexual variety he craves.
For the first time in his life, Addie has genuine feelings for someone else.
Addie ordered a whiskey and dry, the barman slid it in front of him. He swiveled his bar stool to scan the room of the busy gay men’s club. The club was reputed to be the best of its type and was situated in the center of Athens, a short walk from Addie’s luxury townhouse. It was the first time he had come here, preferring until now to date women. At 22 years old he had made the decision to ‘come out’. He hadn’t been able to find satisfaction with a woman since having a man two years ago. He had finally admitted to himself he was gay and now he was on the prowl for a lover.
Several men gyrated to the beat of Turn The Beat Around by Gloria Estefan which blared from oversized speakers throughout the large area. He watched as couples pushed their hips against each other, cocks brushing together. At the same time they exchanged long kisses, arms waved in the air. Addie found it erotic. His mouth watered.
“Scotch and Coke, Mike.” A deep voice rumbled beside him and Addie swung the stool towards the owner of the sensual voice. Mike slid the scotch and coke over and the man sipped at the liquid before extending his hand towards Addie. “Mario. I haven’t seen you here before.”
Addie perused the man standing in front of him. He was not tall, probably a good six inches shorter than his own six feet two inches. He had an unruly mop of black hair and a dark five o’clock shadow. His body was not that of an athlete but reasonably toned, maybe a fraction overweight. The thing that struck him the most were his eyes. Small but piercing, jet black like pure onyx. He was drawn to them as if they were magnets. “Addie,” he extended his hand and they shook. Firm grasp for a gay man. “My first time.”
Mario climbed onto the stool next to him. “Alone?”
“Yes, just out of a relationship. You just coming out?”
“Yes. Tried women. Didn’t work.”
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He considers Bethany Holt his property and she has been trapped in his world of illicit drugs and dominant sex for over six months. She rues the day she consented to move in to his palatial home.
Addie’s best friend, and long-time lover from Greece, arrives at the house and when Bethany overhears them plotting a murder, her life changes dramatically.
When she is found beaten, bloody and close to death in a back alley of Kings Cross, Detective Tanner McMahon and his partner, Kylie Wilson are called in on her case.
Will Tanner be able to protect her from the powerful drug lord?
Will she submit to Tanner’s dominant sex play?
“This was called in as a fatality, this girl is still breathing.” The Paramedic unwound a face mask and attached the cord to oxygen before placing it over Bethany’s face. He then pressed a stethoscope to her chest and listened. “Her breathing is shallow but her heartbeat is steady. I think it looks worse than it is.”
The two trained medics carried on with their procedure. While one opened a vein, inserted a drip tube and began saline flowing, the other rolled her carefully on to her back and began checking her injuries.
Bethany thought her head would explode when the man pressed on her broken cheekbone. She let out a scream and everyone jumped back.
When the shock had subsided, the ambo, called John took her hand. “Sweetheart, my name is John. I’m from the ambulance service. We are taking care of you before we take you to hospital. Can you tell me your name?”
“B..Beth,” she whispered.
“Beth?” John asked.
She swallowed hard, the tinny taste of blood flooded her throat, almost gagging her. “Bethany.”
“Bethany, can you open your eyes?” The others watched on, Tanner took notes, while John spoke with the victim.
Her eyes flickered open and locked on Tanner’s face. They were deep brown, like chocolate, and, despite the bruising and swelling, he could see they were huge, fawnlike. He could also see the terror that lay within. What is she afraid of? His cock twitched as he smiled down at her.
John and his partner finished checking the girl before John stood and drew Tanner aside.
“She has a broken cheekbone, broken ribs on both sides, we will know more when she is x-rayed, a broken wrist and numerous contusions all over her body. I would say she has seen several fists to the face and then been kicked repeatedly. She said no one can know she is alive or she will be killed. Not sure what she means but if that is all, we will get her down to St Vincents.”
Tanner pondered the strange statement. He would instruct the others to claim she was dead until they found out what was going on. Kings Cross was well known for seedy characters, this could be tied up with some cartel or mob and she certainly could be at risk. “Thanks John. Take her down. Kylie and I will get Harry’s statement and meet you there.”
Bethany cried out with pain as the two Paramedics lifted her onto the gurney and prepared her for transport to hospital.
“I know it hurts, sweetheart but we can’t give you any more painkillers until they assess you. You may need surgery so we have to be careful.” John rubbed his hand over hers in reassurance.
Mercifully, Bethany passed out and was unaware of her transfer to hospital.
Previously Loving Bethany
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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+
When his mining magnate parents perish in a helicopter crash, as their only son, he is left a very wealthy man.
He is a Dom on the lookout for a new Sub. This time he wants someone young who he can train.
Gemma Carmichael is a 20 year old Office Worker, the only daughter of a Diplomat. She is a Virgin.
Liam and Gemma meet at a society wedding and sparks begin flying.
Liam resolves to give the gorgeous, but bad tempered girl, a wide berth, until their paths cross again two weeks later.
Will she become the Sub he is searching for?
Gemma stood with her back to the sun. She had chosen to wear a pale blue chiffon, halter neck dress and the sun felt wonderfully warm on her bared back.
“Gemma, are you listening?” Giles Fisher asked?
Gemma had her back to the small group she was with. She was kicking herself for asking Giles to accompany her to her friend, Lynette’s wedding. She hadn’t wanted to attend such an important social occasion unaccompanied but he really was a terrible boor. She had told him time and again she was not interested in anything other than friendship but he persisted in asking her to date.
“I’m sorry, I was…” She stopped mid-sentence as Giles slipped up behind her. His hands slid around her chest and began fondling her breasts. She spun on her heels, propelling her arm forward, clenched fist connected hard with his nose. Giles stepped back sputtering as blood poured down the front of his pale grey Armani suit.
“How dare you!” she screamed. Gemma stomped towards the reception house. Her intention was to apologise to Lynette, and her new husband, before returning home.
“You will pay for that, you tease.” Giles shouted at her back.
She turned her head to unleash her retort. “Stay away from me and keep your filthy hands to yourself.”
In her anger, she failed to watch where she was going and ran headlong into a solid wall. It almost knocked her backwards onto her butt. Large hands locked on her arms in an attempt to steady her.
Gemma’s head had connected with a man’s very broad chest, she felt his well-toned muscles bunch under his suit. A very sensuous cologne wafted over her. She tilted her head back and gazed into the blackest eyes she had ever seen, they were like pools of pure onyx. His hands remained on her arms and he smiled down at her. This man was too handsome and sexy for his own good. A strange thrill raced down her spine.
Gemma pushed back to release herself. “Let me go,” she demanded. Liam immediately released his hold. “Men!” she ranted as she stormed away.
Liam gave Pete and Jack a confused look. “What did I do?”
“Guess you got in the way of an argument between her and her boyfriend.” Jack laughed.
“That’s Gemma Carmichael. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. Giles Fisher has been sniffing around for a while but she told him she wasn’t interested.” Pete elaborated.
Liam watched the petite woman as she stomped her way to the reception house. Her pale blue, gossamer dress floated over her sexy curves and, with the sunlight behind her, not much was left to his imagination. She wore a thong and her ass cheeks rippled with each step she took. Cute backside, wouldn’t mind having that across my knees.
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The ranch is in Texas and Claire has been informed she is in danger of losing it if she doesn’t marry, as a woman the law won’t recognise her ownership.
Claire hates the thought of marriage and family thanks to her philandering father; but to keep the ranch that she loves she knows she has no other choice but to marry.
She refuses to marry anyone from her ranch, or in town, so her neighbour suggests she write to a mail order bride agency. Claire writes to an agency in Forbes and explains her situation.
She tells in her letter that the marriage will be one of convenience with none of the privileges normally shared between a husband and wife. The man will have a share of the profits but, if he decides to end the marriage and leave, he will have no claim on the ranch and Claire will be free to start again.
When her neighbour, Henry, suffers horse rustling and killings, the finger is pointed at Claire and her men. Henry knows it’s not them and decides he needs outside help to solve the crime. He visits his friend in Forbes who’s the head of the Rangers. Henry explains the situation to his friend and his friend helps out by talking to two of his Rangers who have just resigned to move on with their lives.
Peter Reynolds has just quit the Rangers to set himself up on a ranch. When his boss explains Claire’s situation he jumps at the chance to partly own an already established and successful horse ranch even it does involve marriage. Marriage is the last thing Peter wants after the betrayal he suffered but one of convenience in exchange for a ranch seems like a good offer.
When Claire’s horse is poisoned and she gets shot in broad daylight; Peter and his best friend, who is using Henry’s ranch as his cover so he can help Peter investigate, know they have to find the man responsible before someone gets killed.
Peter stays by Claire’s side while she recovers and he finds himself losing his heart to his brave little wife. Claire also finds a love she never believed in before she met Peter.
Their love is put in jeopardy when the shooter takes advantage of the men searching the mountains for him and he breaks into Claire’s room. He is determined to kill her!
Will Claire survive to be with the man who has finally broken down her barriers and captured her heart?
Henry Carlson climbed up the steps leading into the Ranger’s Office in Forbes. He had high hopes his long-time friend – William Campbell, head of the Rangers in Forbes, will be able to help him.
He approached the front counter and attracted the attention of a young clerk.
“May I help you sir?” the young girl, whose spectacles rested on the end of her nose, asked.
“I’d like to see William Campbell please.” Henry replied.
“I’ll see if he’s available.” the clerk began to walk from the front room.
“Tell him it’s Henry Carlson.” He called out as she approached the door leading out to the back.
The clerk returned in less than a minute with William a step or two behind her. “Henry, what the devil brings you here?” William shook hands with his friend.
“Got some bad trouble Bill, can we talk in your office?” Henry requested as he looked around at other people milling about.
“Yeah, course we can. Sally, bring us some coffee please?” William indicated for Henry to follow him.
The bespectacled clerk hurried away to fetch coffee.
William led Henry behind the counter, through the doorway he’d seen the clerk disappear through and down a corridor to his office.
They had known each other all their lives and had been close friends for most of it. They got together now and again for a meal and a chat to catch up on the latest happenings. He had never visited William at his office so he knew his friend would be concerned as to why he was here now.
While he had been a rancher for the past 40 years William had been a Ranger for just as long.
William had been married to Gwen for almost 35 years and, despite not having being blessed with children, they were still very much in love and happy. They were Godparents to both Howard and Mary and treated them as if they were their own.
As Henry and William sat down in their chairs, Sally arrived with the coffee and a plate full of oatmeal cookies. She placed the tray onto the centre of the desk, poured coffee into two mugs and left the office quietly closing the door behind her.
William placed one of the mugs in front of Henry and the other in front of himself before sitting back in his chair.
“What’s going on Henry? You haven’t ever needed to come here to the office before so I know it’s serious.”
Henry wrapped both hands around his mug and, as the warmth of the hot liquid penetrated his skin, he began. “Just on a week ago the men found the fence cut through and six horses were missing. Claire, from the property next to ours, offered her men and we searched both properties for two days but found nothing. Two days ago we found another section of fence between our two properties had been cut and another six horses were missing. The boys found them on Claire’s property; they were dead, their throats had been slit”
Henry paused to take a mouthful of coffee and felt the hot liquid burn as it slid down his throat. “Anyone who knows me and my men or Claire and her men knows that we would never harm a horse. I reckon it’s a stranger but I don’t know who or why and neither does she. Someone is trying hard to make me think it’s her or one of her men but they slipped up bad when they killed the horses.”
Henry slurped at his coffee. “I know for sure it isn’t anyone from the Flying J, Bill. Someone is trying to set me and Claire against each other. I’m real afraid someone is gonna get hurt if it keeps up and I couldn’t bear for anything to happen to Claire. You know I love her like my own daughter.”
William rubbed his hand over the fresh stubble on his chin and cheek. “Has anyone been angry about anything you or Claire might have done recently? Seems to me, from what you’re saying, someone is trying to cause real trouble between you two. You can’t think of any reason at all?”
“We can’t think of anything excepting Howard’s real angry that Claire wouldn’t walk out with him when he asked but he would never hurt our horses. Claire has hardly left the ranch since John and Vivienne were killed. She comes to see Mary but on the couple of occasions she’s been to town she hasn’t got anyone off side. Everyone’s been real good to her and you know she has got the softest heart of anyone we know. I have a suggestion if you are willing to listen.”
Henry drank more of his coffee as he waited for William’s response.
“Go ahead. I’m willing to listen and I’ll do what I can to help.”
“Well as you know when her Ma and Pa were killed it left Claire alone. Her Ma and Pa were only children so there aren’t any aunts or uncles. She needs to marry real soon if she wants to keep the ranch. I don’t wanna see her lose it. June and I have been giving her some advice.” Henry paused to finish his coffee.
“Trouble is, she doesn’t ever wanna marry nor have a family so she’s hoping for a kind of ‘marriage of convenience’ where some man will marry her and work alongside her as a pardner. She needs a man who doesn’t want a real marriage or family or any of the privileges of marriage. She’s willing for him to use the cathouse in town whenever the need arises but if he decides to leave he’ll have no claim to her ranch and she’ll be free to find someone else and try again.”
William was confused. “I don’t understand what this has to do with me.”
“I’m coming to that. I was hoping real hard that you might have a man here who was close to retiring and who would like the idea of ranching. He could investigate the horse thefts undercover. I know it’s a big ask Bill but we’re pretty desperate on both fronts. Claire isn’t fussed too much about age since it won’t be real anyway.”
Henry watched in silence as William finished his coffee; he could see he was thinking. He suddenly put down his mug and stood up. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Henry stayed seated as William walked out; he reached over and helped himself to a cookie.
Henry was pouring himself another coffee when William walked back in with two Rangers. He figured them to be in their late 20’s.
They were both tall men. Claire’s head would sit under their chins when she got close. One had jet black hair that rested on the collar of his shirt and he had dark brown eyes. The other had brown hair and golden brown eyes.
They had well-muscled chests, trim waists and slim hips. Henry noticed the twin colts slung low on both men. They were both extremely good looking. He dared to hope that one of them would be returning back to Claire’s ranch with him.
Henry stood up as William moved to one side and the two men stepped closer.
“Henry, this young fella is Peter Reynolds.” Henry held out his hand and the black haired Ranger shook it with a firm grip. “Pete, this is my very old friend, Henry,” he continued as they shook.
“Very pleased to meet you, sir.” Peter said politely before stepping back and letting the brown haired Ranger come closer.
“This is Cameron Holt.” Cameron shook Henry’s outstretched hand with an equally firm grip.
“Pleased to meet you sir.” he also said politely.
William asked for them to be seated so they could all talk. The two younger men dragged chairs up close to the desk before sitting. Once they were all settled William placed his hands on the desk and began.
“I’ll ask you all to sit and listen while I give you some background. I’ll explain what’s wanted and then you can ask questions; okay?”
The three men nodded their agreement.
“Henry, Pete here was a Marshall in Madigan County when I met him just on ten years ago. He was only 21 at the time and had a reputation for being both loyal and trustworthy. I finally managed to convince him to join us and he’s one of my finest men.” Peter smiled at the compliment from the boss he admired.
“Pete’s been saving hard for a ranch of his own and two weeks ago he gave me his three months’ notice. I hate the idea of losing him but if he is willing to help us this will be his last assignment.” William sat back and relaxed.
“Cameron has been a Ranger with me for ten years, he’s 29, and he’s moving on too. These two plan on ranching nearby each other as they’ve been best friends for years. While Pete doesn’t ever wanna marry or have a family; Cameron wants to settle down, find a wife and start a family. He wouldn’t do it while he was in such a dangerous job. Cameron is a real fine Ranger too.”
Henry was becoming more hopeful.
William glanced at the two Rangers he admired, they were watching him closely. “Henry has got trouble with horse rustlers and killers. He will be your last assignment.”
“What can we do?” Peter asked anxiously.
William explained about what had been happening at Henry and Claire’s ranches over the past week or so. Peter and Cameron could understand why Henry had come to them. This was a job that would be difficult for just a lone sheriff.
“Tell us what you want done” Cameron jumped in when he thought the older men were finished.
“This is where it gets a little tricky and real unusual so I’ll let Henry explain and remember men, you have every right to refuse and no-one will think any less of you.” William advised.
The young Rangers stared at each other in confusion. Neither man could understand why William would think they’d refuse an assignment to catch horse thieves and killers.
Henry began to explain his plan. “My neighbour, who I share a boundary with, Claire, has to marry to keep her ranch.” Henry watched as the two Rangers paled and his heart began to thump hard in his chest.
“She’s sent a letter to the agency here in Forbes to try and find a husband but she’s had no replies and she’s fast running out of time.” Henry sighed heavily.
“We’ve exhausted all other options and getting married is the only thing that will help her keep her ranch safe. Claire is real independent and she doesn’t want to marry or have a family. She needs a man who doesn’t want to marry or have children to pardner up with her so she can legally keep her ranch.”
Peter sat up in his chair and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Henry thought he was becoming more interested. “She has no objection to sharing the house. She’s prepared to offer an equal share of the profits, provided he does his share of the work, and he can visit the cathouse in town if he needs to. He’ll have to sign some legal papers which I’ve helped her have drawn up that say he’ll lay no claim to the ranch if he decides to leave.”
“Count me out. I wanna wife and family.” Cameron stated as he relaxed in his chair.
Peter watched as all eyes turned to him. “What kind of ranch does she run?”
“It’s all horses. She has a contract with the Army to provide horses every six months. She’s the best horse breaker you’d ever lay eyes on and her wranglers are the best in the business. It’s a real good, profitable ranch and it doesn’t have a mortgage.” Henry assured him.
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THE LOVES WE LEFT BEHIND – Special Centenary Edition containing three novels depicting the tragedy and triumph of three different women during the 1st world War.
A hundred years ago, from the far flung corners of the British Empire, young men rushed to fight for Mother England. They left their wives and sweethearts behind. Many of these brave women waited in vain for their men folk to return. How did they cope with the loss and heartache? Could they ever hope to find happiness with another man? Three full novels, each telling a brave young woman’s story of triumph over tragedy and adversity. Allison’s War, Daring Masquerade and Lauren’s Dilemma.
Allison’s War: In 1916, on the French battlefields, a dying soldier’s confession has the power to ruin the woman he loves.
Meanwhile, on the home front, Allison Waverley has to battle shame, loss and betrayal. Can she overcome the dark secrets in her past and find happiness, or will it always elude her?
Daring Masquerade: By the time Ross Calvert discovers Harry Martin is in fact Harriet Martin she has fallen in love with him. Realizing she has failed in her final effort to protect her shell-shocked brother, she puts a desperate proposition to Ross. Marry her and she will give him an heir.
Ross accepts. However, he is tormented by the betrayal of his former fiancée Virginia. On his honeymoon he meets her again and is still infatuated. With the army recalling him to the trenches of France, he faces a terrible dilemma. Taste Virginia’s passion before he marches off to war, or keep his marriage vows to Harry.
Lauren’s Dilemma: Captain Blair Sinclair returns from the trenches of World War 1 suffering amnesia, and mistakes Lauren (Laurie) Cunningham for his fiancée.
When his real fiancée turns up his memory returns, and Laurie is banished for being an imposter.
Pregnant and desperate to hide the shame of having a baby out of wedlock, she marries Dick McKinlay. He needs a wife to hide his own dreadful secret.
Dick is tried for a murder he did not commit, and there is only one way Laurie can save him from the hangman. Publicly reveal that she is carrying a child that isn’t her husband’s and risk the diabolical consequences that will surely follow.
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I’d like to post an opening scene from my latest paranormal erotic-romance series from eXtasy Books, The Time Surfer. From Playing with the Past–
Playing with the Past
Series: The Time Surfer # 1
How can I say no to such a sexy man?
Shelby Schwartz moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her back. It had been difficult drifting off to sleep in the weeks since Gary had left her, but tonight was different. Exhausted by a long day at the office, she collapsed into bed and fell quickly into a deep sleep, a deep, erotic-dream-filled sleep that made her hunger for a man’s intimate touch to pleasure her throbbing pussy…Instead, she knew she would have to gratify her own sensual needs. She reached over to the bedside table and groped around, still half-asleep, for her well-used vibrator.
She screamed as she felt the warmth of a human hand instead.
“Who are y-y-you?” she stammered, sitting up in bed and reaching for the lamp switch. The stranger removed her hand from the toggle before she could switch on the light and cradled it tenderly in both of his.
“No need to be upset. I won’t harm you. I was just passing through, and I heard you moaning in your sleep. I figured you needed a little…help.”
Help. Yeah, that’s exactly what she needed—help to find her cell phone and to dial 9-1-1 before she ended up chopped into soup-sized bits in this maniac’s food processor.
“I…I didn’t realize my voice carried quite so well through these brick walls.” She slowly curled her legs beneath her, preparing to bolt from the opposite side of the bed, explode toward the exit and fly down the steps and out the front door before her visitor even had a chance to go for his machete. “Or maybe I need to replace the windows. Pity, since the contractor told me they were top-of-the-line.”
“Yes, they are. I can tell you’ve done a great job rehabbing this old brownstone. But don’t worry—it’s soundproof. I heard your sighs in my own dreams, and I surfed on in to investigate. This is St. Louis, twenty-first century?”
Shelby blinked and stared hard toward the man with the voice as smooth as silk kneeling next to her bed and holding her hands in the dark. She could only just make out his silhouette in the darkness—and what a silhouette it was!
He was built like a linebacker, with broad muscular shoulders tapering down to a svelte waistline and a nice ass. The powerful hands that held hers made her imagine how well-endowed he’d be in the groin area. What a shame he was a common criminal who broke into single women’s homes and scared them half out of their wits at one o’clock in the morning. If she’d brought him home from the bar she frequented after work, she would have been more than happy to put her vibrator away and ask if he’d like to help scratch her itch.
“Twenty-first century?” she asked slowly and deliberately. Okay, maybe her visitor was just a plain ol’ delusional psycho and not a chainsaw murderer or run-of-the-mill rapist. If she could keep him talking, she stood a chance of getting out of this situation unharmed. “What century do you think we live in? The eighteenth?”
He tossed back his head and gave a deep, throaty chuckle. Its vibrations sent shivers of anticipation up her spine and directly to her aching clit. Whoa…with a sexy laugh like that, she nearly came listening to his resonant baritone. She wondered what would happen if she read comics out loud with him?
“Good one.” He sighed as his laughter gradually resided. “Your house wouldn’t be standing here in the eighteenth century. It’s about a hundred fifty years old.”
Shelby nodded slowly as her innate business radar clicked into gear. “You into fixing up old homes? I’m a real estate broker, and I can give you the scoop on a couple of real prizes in the neigh—”
“That’s not necessary,” he interrupted. He brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I’m a traveler. I don’t really need a permanent home.”
She felt breathless at the touch of his full lips against her flesh. Trembling, but not out of fear or terror, she longed for him to press his kiss against her lonely lips.
“Why, everyone needs a home of some sort,” she babbled, trying to keep the intriguing stranger engaged in conversation, “a place to park your assortment of Cardinal baseball caps and treasured 1904 World’s Fair souvenir collection. Am I right?”
He chuckled again and gave her hand a squeeze, then let go. “Some do and some don’t.” She heard the squeak of the old floorboards as he rose to his feet. “Some of us enjoy wandering about eternity without a place to call home. We’re free agents—free to roam and explore without being tied down to a particular place…or time.”
Time. What was it about him and time? Shelby stared at the stranger through the darkness and tried her best to focus on his face, but the dim light of the moon through her sheer bedroom curtains wasn’t strong enough to help her discern his features. He seemed to be backing toward the door, readying to leave her. She sighed. Yet another example of how her incessant questioning had driven a good-looking man out of her life. But desperation and desire impelled her to ask one more.
“You never answered my question,” she interjected as he reached for the bedroom doorknob. “What century do you think you live in?”
Shelby could have sworn she heard a smile in the stranger’s silky voice as he answered, “Why, the forty-second, of course.”
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Charlotte Campbell is a beautiful 22 year old who has spent her life, since the age of 6, in boarding school in Boston. She has been raised as a lady and taught to keep her nose in the air and her manners impeccable. Neither her mother nor her father wanted her at home and her father didn’t want her at all!
When her mother passes she returns to the family home in Tulsa in the hopes she can stay and care for her father. Her father has other ideas and Charlotte is forced to leave.
When she answers an advertisement as a Governess on a ranch outside Fort Stockton her life becomes all that she’s dreamed until an unwelcome visitor snatches her from the man that she loves.
The race is on for Charlotte to be found before she perishes in a dark cave outside Lambert! Will Harrison find the stuck up governess he has fallen in love with?
“Do ya know where ya luggage is?” Harrison asked Charlotte.
“I have five large trunks that the guard said would be placed in the luggage room to await collection” Charlotte explained.
“Five! Lucky I brought the buckboard then ma’am. Let’s go see if we can find ‘em”
Harrison took Charlotte’s arm by the elbow to lead her to where her trunks should be but Charlotte shook his hand free. “I am quite capable of walking without your help thank you” she told Harrison primly.
Harrison; usually a gentle, easy going man; became annoyed at her attitude. “As ya wish ma’am” he said and strode on ahead. Charlotte had to almost run to keep up and she arrived at the luggage room out of breath.
She noticed her trunks stacked against the wall. “Those are mine” she pointed out as she attempted to catch her breath.
Harrison nodded and, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to talk with the porter. “Could ya please ask ya men if they could help me get them five trunks onto me buckboard out front?”
“Certainly sir” the porter replied and called over three of his men.
The trunks were loaded and Harrison gave the porter and his men a few coins for their help before he went in search of Charlotte. He found her sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room and walked over to her.
“Ma’am; if’n ya ready ya luggage is loaded and the buckboard’s out front”
Charlotte nodded and stood up. She noticed Harrison begin to reach out his arm to escort her out to the front but he quickly thought better of it, lowered his arm, and walked out of the building. Charlotte was beginning to regret being so rude.
Charlotte followed Harrison as fast as she could and by the time she got out front she saw him sitting on the seat of the buckboard with the reins in his hands. She walked over and, lifting her skirts, she attempted to climb in. She lifted one leg and bounced on the other but she just couldn’t seem to get her skirts out of the way to get up onto the seat. Before she knew what was happening she lost her balance, and with a loud thud, she landed on her backside in the dust.
Harrison watched with amusement as Charlotte attempted to climb into the buckboard but he knew any offer to help her would probably be rejected so he stayed where he was. When she landed on her backside in the dust; it took all of his control not to burst into laughter. He watched as she sat with a stunned look on her face and then burst into tears.
“Would ya like some help Miss Campbell?” he asked gently.
“Yes please” she sobbed as she sat in the dust. Harrison quickly jumped down from his seat and went to her side. He lifted her up from the ground like she weighed no more than a feather and held her to him as she sobbed.
“I’m sorry Mr Tate. I’m tired, I’m dirty, I’m hungry and I’m scared” Charlotte confessed through her tears.
Harrison pushed her back and looked down into her face. “Let’s get ya to the ranch and ya can have a bath, somethin’ to eat and a sleep” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. “Ya have nothin’ to be scared of here I promise ya” He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping away her tears. “Ya ready to go?”
Charlotte nodded and he lifted her up onto the seat of the waiting buckboard. He climbed in beside her, lifted the reins and set off towards the ranch; Charlotte’s new home.
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Here’s an excerpt from Love’s Intensity.
Brad rode Silver Bullet alongside Kressa and Gentle Rider so the horses faced each other upon his approach. He gazed into Kressa’s eyes, longing to learn something new about the girl who lived in his house. Brad removed his riding glove and reached over to brush Kressa’s hair away from her face so he could touch her cheek. She did not shrink away. His fingertips tingled where her skin met his.
So beautiful. Brad’s heart pumped a little faster and his mind swirled. Does she feel drawn to me too? He shook his head slightly. “We should go back now,” Brad said tenderly, realizing once again that the warmth he felt when he touched Kressa also did something to his heart. It was better not to remain alone. He wondered if Kressa would ever admit whether she experienced any affection toward him. He found her hard to read sometimes.
Brad pulled on his glove, led the way back through the forest, and headed for the stable. After brushing, feeding, and watering all four horses, Brad and Kressa strolled back to the house. “Great lesson today. I think before long you’ll be able to go out on your own.”
“Really? That would be great. How many more lessons do I need?” She said eagerly.
“I would imagine one or two more.”
They both laughed at the good news. At that moment, Kressa’s dad appeared around some shrubs at the base of the hill. His face held a fiery red glow.
“Kressa, get to the house right now,” Mr. Morales said grabbing her arm and pushing her toward their apartment. “I don’t know what you were thinking today taking her through those woods, but I don’t like it.”
“Sir, there’s wide open space to run the horses on the other side of the trees. I wasn’t trying to seduce her,” Brad said, feeling some guilt for touching her cheek earlier.
Mr. Morales shot Brad a fierce look and took Kressa away. She followed, pleading with her father to let her go and trying to convince him nothing happened. Kressa and her father began speaking in Spanish, so Brad could no longer comprehend what was being said. Brad headed back to his room in anguish over what he just witnessed. He picked up the handkerchief and rubbed it on his cheek. He was sorry for causing her so much trouble.