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What’s a woman to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has an ever-ready gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.
So why won’t he come over and see her sometim for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?
West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.
When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.
Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.
But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.
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West Farraday is a sheriff who’s hard on the ladies, hard in the sack, hard on the outlaws who dare enter his town.
Mae Montaine is a woman who’s easy on the eyes, tough on men’s egos…especially West’s.
Their Lone Star love affair?
Too hot to handle and too wild to ignore, especially when one bad coyote tears up West’s town and demands Mae pay prices West decides are much too high!
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Now ready for a nibble?
Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2014
Now ready for a nibble?
Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2014
She smiled at West. “I certainly
didn’t know why my sister and brother-in-law chose this town to settle down.”
“But you do now,” West added in a
soothing, come-to-daddy drawl that compelled her to lock her gaze with his
warm, sweet one.
She grabbed a breath to steady her
thoughts and her hope that finally she might have breached this man’s shell of
formality. “I do. And I want to stay. Give Emma the life that Kyle and Lou
wanted for her.”
“You know how extraordinary that
is?” he asked.
“What? To give a child the normal
life she deserves?”
“That, yes. But to give it to her
like her parents designed it? When you had a life of your own? When you could
have taken her back to Newark and raised her there?”
She gave a laugh of derision. I owe it to her. I failed her mother when
she needed me. I won’t fail Emma. “You haven’t been to Newark lately, have
you?”
“I’ve flown in and out on my way to
Manhattan to take in Broadway shows.”
“Wow.” His revelation shocked her
from her morbid view of her own shortcomings. Now Mae viewed him through a new
kaleidoscope of possibilities. He was more than the local sheriff, the town
hunk, the ex-Marine who made all the ladies swoon. He lived in a bigger world
than Winton, Texas. Bigger even than the desert sands of the Middle East and
the skyscrapers of New York. “The things you don’t know about people.”
“Tell me.”
His sculpted lips were parted,
eager to know more. His eyes were soft with concern, persuading her that he
really did want to hear her rationale for coming here and staying here.
“Tell me,” he urged her on a
murmur.
“I did have a life, if you want to
call it that. I lived alone. Had a nice condo in a modern high rise. I had a
solid job with a national accounting firm on Wall Street and a few promotions
that were lucrative, if not fun. I had friends, a few whom I really loved and
still do. I went to Broadway shows.” She gave him a nod and he responded with
his own, acknowledging their mutual interest. “I did yoga, ran a few 5K races,
went to Vegas with the girls now and then for the booze and the slots and the
sights.”
“No dates?”
“A few.”
“No men who stayed?”
Mae noticed he drew nearer. “Not
for long.”
“Why?” He was almost whispering as
he braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in,
driving the air from her lungs.
“I told them to leave.”
“Why?”
“They liked my looks. Didn’t bother
to learn what was in my brain.”
“They bored you?” he asked with a
lopsided smile and raised brows.
“I want to be valued for more than
my measurements.”
“Then I’ll invite you to fly to New
York with me. Pick a weekend.” He drifted closer, his handsome, chiseled mouth
such a warm temptation. “A show.”
A
room with you? Could I be so lucky? “What’s playing?”
“Whatever you choose.” Another
fraction of an inch and his lips would be on hers.
She swallowed, her fingers itching
to wrap around his biceps and draw him against her. “That’s an offer I hate to
refuse.”
“Then don’t.” He brushed his lips
on hers, his eyes falling closed in the dreamiest way.
Could he want her that much? For
more than one night? His big hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her to him.
Heavenly warmth infused her. “We’ll have to take Emma.”
“We can hire a sitter from the
hotel for the play.”
“They’re good? The sitters?” she
asked, her own eyes fluttering in the assault of his little kisses, light as
the touch of butterflies’ wings to her parted lips.
“The sheriff down in DeWitt County
told me that he and his wife hired one not too long ago. He told me they’re
vetted. Bonded.” His smile was pure male seduction. “Come with me, Mae.”
The velvet intonation of his deep
bass voice was an invitation to more than a weekend in New York, and she knew
it.
She grinned broadly, humbled but
also tickled by this compliment. In the process, her torso brushed his. “I
could say you’re being very forward.”
He ran his big, warm hands up her
arms to her shoulders and her throat to cup her face. His generous mouth teased
her with a lush kiss and she sighed into him. “You could tell me to stop.”
“I won’t.” She ran her hands up his
chest. “You could tell me to stop.”
“Can’t,” he gruffed. “I want this
too much.”
“You’ve never let me see that you
were interested in me until now.”
“I wanted to be careful with you.
Not show you too much and have you run away.” He hugged her as if he were a big
warm bear.
She pressed against him, his rock
wall body, his raging heat, and then she wound her arms around those
incomparable broad shoulders and sank her fingers into his rich, silken hair.
Against her mound, she felt his steely cock. “You’ve shown me enough for me to see
that this,” she cooed as she undulated against his very impressive package, “is
no gun in your pocket.”
Snorting, he chuckled at the
ceiling as if he asked heaven above for mercy, then he crushed her against him,
chest to breasts, belly to belly and cock to pussy. “Every inch of me is happy
to be here.”
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