The tensions begin to rise…

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Excerpt:

“Why, Craig, you don’t need to go flatterin’ me—”

“No flattery. Just the god-honest truth.” He reached for her face
and traced her cheekbone with a single finger. A trail of crackling
heat and tingles stood in wake of his touch, sealing off her throat. She
blinked once, twice, staring at the handsome face with rugged cuts
and curves coming closer and closer.
His lips were feverish and pliant, easing her mouth open without a
fight. She sat stiff and rigid, a thousand thoughts beating around
inside her head. Bets, brothers, bad blood. Everything that spelled
disaster lay in this kiss, but the kiss itself made her heart hammer
ferociously. His strong hand cupped the back of her neck, his thumb
tipping her chin up until he settled his mouth so perfectly over hers.
He tasted like spice and whiskey, masculinity and sexuality.
Everything she craved, and yet, everything she feared.
Mandy placed her hand on his shoulder, planning to gently push
him away. When her fingers curled against the hard berth of muscle, a
current flooded her, melting her. She sank into his kiss, meeting the
slow, lazy swirls of his tongue in a sensual dance that left her pussy
wet and aching. The fluttering of her heart made it hard to breathe.
The onset of trembles crept down to her hands and coiled around her
legs.
She pressed into Craig with a soft moan, wanting a deeper drink
of tenuously controlled kiss. Her shoe slipped over the beam. She
shrieked, pitching forward while grappling for the fence. Craig caught
her against him, his steely arms encasing her against his equally steely
body. The bulge digging into her lower belly left her hot in the face
and downright scorching in her pussy. The clean, crisp scent of his
cologne filled her nostrils, mixing perfectly with the earthy scent of
his skin and fresh scent of his hair.
At last, Craig placed her on her feet and stepped back, a calm
crossing his expression. His stormy eyes flickered with a strange new
light. Mandy swayed, still choking on the unexpected euphoria that
cocooned her, holding fast to his biceps for support.
“I didn’t bring you out here to pour my family dilemmas onto
your shoulders. I wanted to ask you if I could swing by later and steal
you away for some time,” Craig said. The new husk to his voice
teased her mind and stroked the sensitive flesh slick with arousal and
throbbing for release.
“Um, yeah. Sure.” Mandy rubbed the crease that formed between
her brows and bit back the sudden anxiety. When her eyes met his,
she fell somewhere that the logic of how bad this could turn out didn’t
exist. Only the defined thump of her heart that sped up with each
moment she stood beside this man. “What time?”
“Say eight?”
“I’ll be waitin’. Don’t go Casanova on me.” She took a step back,
trying to unfold from the dizzying effects Craig created. This wasn’t
the first time they’d come in contact with each other, although it was
the first time he’d ever kissed her. In those few precious moments,
something blossomed between them. Something changed, and that
change frightened her as much as it enticed her.
Craig snorted. “That horrible stigma still hangs over all our heads,
doesn’t it?”
Mandy flashed him an exaggerated smiled and nodded once.
“Yessir.”
He pinched her cheek gently and gave her a sincere smile. “You
don’t have to worry ’bout a thing, Amanda Pearson. I’ll be showin’
up at your house, eight sharp, with a full night planned.”
Craig climbed the fence and helped her over. He pressed a finger
to his lips and then to hers, and he headed off away from the house.
Mandy watched him disappear into the thin line of trees before she
turned back to the house.
Her heart sank. Brody stood, leaning against the edge of the deck.
He turned away and disappeared around the side of the house.
Damn, she did not want to be a new Caroline. She did not want to
antagonize the brothers’ ire toward each other by reopening raw
wounds.
“Gotta pick one,” Mandy murmured. ’Cause there ain’t no both
with these Ryders.

Coming into the chat after dark  Hope everyone’s had a great week!  I know I’m certainly ready to kick off the weekend on a hot note.

I’m happy to announce that the second book in my Casanova Cowboys series has hit the virtual shelf at Siren.  I’ve been waiting for this release, having thoroughly enjoyed writing the story of Brody and Craig Ryder, and their red-headed spitfire Mandy.  Tonight, I’ll be sharing a few new excerpts from Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys.    And, as always, be sure to check it out at www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys (take advantage of the discounted price, ending midnight tonight!).

So let’s get started, shall we?

[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?

Excerpt:

“Aren’t you anxious to get your hands on my cock,” he said,
rocking his hard dick into her pussy. She clenched her teeth and
bowed off the floor. “Aww, hell’s fire, baby. That’s damn hot.”
He made quick work of the halter, unsnapping the clasp at the
back of her neck. Slowly, he ran his fingers down one strap as it fell
loosely against her chest, tracing the V and coming up along the other
strap. He dipped his head and flicked out his tongue, licking and
kissing along the same path, loving the gasps that filled his ears as she
writhed beneath him. Her flesh tasted like a salty-sweet treat that left
him groaning his pleasure. He filled his empty hand with her soft
breast instead of his throbbing cock, teasing her pearled nipple against
the fabric of her shirt. Only this thin piece of material stood between
his hand and her downy flesh.
He kissed his way under her jaw and came up to her ear. He
tugged her shirt down and pinched her nipple between his fingers. A
quiet whimper left her mouth, her warm breath spreading across his
cheek that left a coat of chills across his hot skin. He gave her bound
wrists a light squeeze and pressed them against the floor, rolling her
nipple. “Hold on, baby. Don’t go droppin’ those hands, you hear?”
“Brody, you ain’t tellin’ me what to do tonight,” she said on a
sexy purr that mirrored the heady lust clouding her eyes. “It’ll take
you tyin’ me down to keep my hands off you.”
“I’ll remember that for next time,” he murmured and dropped his
mouth to her breast. The instant his hand released her wrists, her
finger dove into the thicker strands of hair at the top of his head,
fisting tightly. He growled, the prickling sting along his scalp tossing
him closer to losing control. He sucked her nipple into his mouth,
lashing his tongue over the sensitive pebble. Her hips bucked when he
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nibbled along the aroused flesh, playing with the delicious tit that
elicited a dangerous hunger inside him.
“I like it when you bite. It feels good,” Mandy whispered.
Brody tugged back on her nipple, raising his gaze to hers, and
released her drawn flesh with a pop. “You’re a naughty angel, are
you?”
“I can be nice or naughty. Depends on my mood.”
Brody lowered his attention to the button on her jean shorts. He
flicked it open and pulled the zipper down tooth by tooth.
“How naughty, baby?” He sat back on his heels and grabbed her
waist, slipping his hands between the shorts and her round ass. He
worked the denim from her legs and tossed them into the front seat
with a wink. “I’ll enjoy watchin’ you get those later.”
He licked his lips as he drank in the sight laid out before him.
Folding his hands around her ankles, he traveled up the lithe, toned
length of her calves, easing her knees wide.
“You’ve got some lovely legs. Soft and smooth,” he said,
traveling past her knees, along her firm thighs, and coming to rest on
either side of the damp triangle covering her wet pussy. “I’m gonna
love feelin’ them wrapped around me.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, cowboy.” Mandy pushed up and
shook out of her jacket. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved his
shirt down his arms. “You’re gonna have to let go so I can get this off
you.”
Brody hesitated, dragging his index fingers along the edge of her
thong, coating the tips in her juice. She shuddered but didn’t lie back
down as he had hoped. His jaw grew tight just looking at the seam of
her cunt. He wanted to tear those panties down with his teeth and eat
her until she screamed.
He released her, and she tugged his shirt off then made fast work
of his belt, button, and fly. He couldn’t stop her, his body hurting, his
cock a coiled-up, hard fucking pain that needed her touch.
And when those warm hands scooped him out of the cage of his
jeans, he nearly exploded.