OMEGA TEAM, Kindle Worlds Party Release day TODAY!

Former Delta Force team leader Grey Holden came from a long line of military who believed the important thing was getting the job done, not your ego. They called themselves Omega Men. Athena Madero, left the police department angry at all the restrictions she faced as she tried to fight crime. They collided, literally, when both were working a covert investigation, the resolution of which resulted in the birth of The Omega Team. Others will join them as the agency expands its scope of activities, everything from hostage negotiation to hostage rescue to industrial espionage to fighting drug cartels to threats to national security. They will be led by Grey and Athena, whose passion for their work is only rivaled by their passion for each other. Welcome to a series that combines high danger with intense passion and heady romance. Are you ready to play?

Raw Edge of Danger

Grey Holden was on a mission to find the source of illegal arms. The death of his best friend on a compromised mission left him filled with anger and dedicated to bringing down whoever was responsible. Athena Madero had her own mission, to take down a major politician who had been preying on young girls for a long time. She hated him enough to quit her job as a cop and go on her own hunt for evidence. When she and Grey crossed paths, chemistry sparked and suddenly, unexpectedly, shockingly, there was a lot more between them than searching for evidence and pinning down a traitor. In a split second, they were riding the raw edge of danger. 

Mission Control

Krista (Kris) Gauthier and Mason Rowell are like oil and water from the moment they meet. He never expected the team from Mission Control, the security agency made up of former military, to send a woman to lead the team he hired to fix his problem: find out who is helping smugglers cross his land from the border. Their antagonism is only heightened by the sexual attraction that keeps blazing out of control. Neither of them is happy about the fact they keep falling into bed together and Mason, who values his unattached existence, can’t wait for the team to be finished and Kris to be gone. But when the bad guys are identified and caught and Kris is wounded in the process, the thought of losing her nearly destroys him, and makes him take another look at their relationship. 

Lethal Design

Someone is putting a kink in Shannon McRae’s very orderly life. The video games she designs aren’t about electronic battles or gory crimes. Her projects include team building exercises for executives. It’s bad enough she’s plagues with possessions moved out of place, flat tires, strangers following her at night. But most importantly, someone is messing with her current project, corrupting the file so she has to rework it over and over. When activities escalate Athena Madero, decides it’s a case for the top security and protection agency The Omega Team, which she owns with her partner with Grey Holden. Owen Cormier has been isolated emotionally most of his adult life. Twelve years fighting wars haven’t made him warm and fuzzy. Then he discovers his new client is the one night stand he could never get out of his mind. When the case is over, will he just be able to walk away?

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Step into the world of danger, of excitement, of intrigue, of passion. The World of The Omega Team.
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Desiree Holt has a ghost for you! With #romance #fun GHOSTLY SEDUCTION

Is her hot lover real or really a ghost?

Blurb:

A writer's convention at a haunted hotel gives author Jordan Kyle the perfect chance to do research for her next book. While ghost hunting through the century-old halls, she never expects to really find one. But when her sleep is filled with erotic dreams and the starring sex god shows up in the lobby the next day, she's not sure if he's real or a ghost with otherworldly desires.

Pragmatic cyber security consultant Aiden Flannery only believes in what he can see and hear and touch. But his dreams are invaded by a sexy redhead and her seductive peach scent tantalizes him by day. He catches the merest glimpse of her everywhere he goes then she's gone, like a whisper in the wind.

Are there supernatural forces at work? Or is it their imagination? They only know, whether awake or asleep, these ghostly seductions are hot, hot, hot and they want more.

 A writer's convention at a haunted hotel gives author Jordan Kyle the perfect chance to do research for her next book. While ghost hunting through the century-old halls, she never expects to really find one. But when her sleep is filled with erotic dreams and the starring sex god shows up in the lobby the next day, she's not sure if he's real or a ghost with otherworldly desires.

 Excerpt:

She’d barely dozed off when her nose twitched at the tease of sandalwood in the air, and she felt someone caress her arm. Her eyes flew open, and she started to scream, but a lean, masculine finger pressed against her lips.

“Ssh,” he cautioned. “Don’t want to wake your friend.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

It was him! Mr. Sexy, with the thick black hair and the tantalizing scent. Holy crap. He wore a soft-collared shirt and slacks molded to his exquisite physique.

A slight chill in the air wrapped itself around her but then dissipated almost at once. Jordan knew she should protest, but every cell in her body urged her to rise and go with him. He’d barely touched her, yet already her nipples were hard and tingling and the pulse between her thighs was thumping a demanding rhythm. She stared up at him, struck dumb.

“What— Who— What’s—” Apparently, she’d become totally incoherent.

He winked and took her hand. “Come with me. We need some privacy.”

As if she’d lost any will of her own, Jordan folded the covers back and let him tug her from the bed. Silently, they crept out of the room. Funny, she didn’t even hear the door open or the lock click back in place. Then they were across the hall in what was obviously his room. The door was barely shut before he pulled her into his arms. His lips a mere inch from hers, he tunneled one hand through her hair to clasp her head in place and slowly lowered his mouth to hers.

At first, the kiss was soft, playful, a wisp of a caress, teasing at her senses. He moved his lips back and forth across hers, like the brush of a butterfly’s wings. Then the tip of his tongue came out to trace the closed seam, tickle at the corners, and finally prod her mouth to open for him. When his tongue swept inside, a flame blazed throughout her body. He licked every inch of her mouth, sliding over her teeth and the inside of her lips.

She trembled in his arms, clutching at him to keep herself steady as the kiss went on and on. When he finally lifted his head, she was breathless, her legs shaking, all from a mere kiss.

“You taste every bit as good as I imagined.” His voice was husky, raw with need.

“You, too.” She licked her lips, relishing the completely male flavor of him.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on the rest of you.”

He slid one hand up and down her back in a slow caress, fingers dancing along her spine and sliding down enough to cup her ass. Lowering his head again, he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to circle the pulse beating there with the tip of his tongue before moving to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Shivers skated over her skin, and her pulse ramped up a notch.

With the bright moonlight streaming through the window, she could see how dark his eyes were, with tiny flecks of gray. His hair felt as thick and silky as it looked, and the scent of sandalwood enveloped her, teasing her senses. She lifted her hands tentatively and stroked them over his high cheekbones and along the line of his square jaw. Thick eyelashes and brows softened the hardness of his face.

As she stared at him, trying to memorize every plane and angle, he lifted her in his arms in one smooth movement and carried her to the big four poster bed in the middle of the room. Grazing one more kiss across her lips, he gathered the material of her sleep shirt in both hands and eased the garment up and over her head. Heat flashed in his eyes as he took in the entire naked length of her. The impact of his gaze sent shivers sliding over her skin. Her breasts ached for his touch, and the steady beat between her thighs sent out a note of urgency. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so aroused so quickly with any other man.

She wanted his hands on her, his mouth, his body hard against hers. His cock inside her. She was sure she would instantly combust if he didn’t do more than just look at her.

He cupped her breasts in his palms, his hands cold against her skin for just an instant then suddenly scorching hot, warming her blood. Pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he tugged gently on them. Heat streaked directly to her core, and a soft moan drifted from her lips. As if trying to capture the sound, Mr. Sexy pressed his mouth to hers again, this time a full, open-mouthed assault on her senses. His very talented tongue whisked over the nerves in her palate and gums, licking gently as he kneaded her breasts and scraped his nails lightly over her taut buds.

She clutched his biceps to steady herself, vaguely aware of their hard, sculptured feel. The heat of his body seeped into hers, ramping up her internal temperature even more. When he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth, she gasped with pleasure. His wicked tongue circled the hard bud, and his teeth scraped gently over the pebbled surface. She moaned again and arched into the hot grasp of his mouth.

“So hot,” he murmured against her breasts. “So very, very hot.”

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Desiree Holt has produced more than two hundred titles in nearly every subgenre of romance fiction. She has won the EPIC Award for action/adventure, the Authors After Dark Award for Author of he Year, The Holt Medallion and been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The (London) Daily Mail, The Daily Beast, The Village Voice, US News and World Report and The Huffington Post, to name a few. Her stories are enriched by her personal experiences, her characters by the people she meets. After fifteen ears in the great state of Texas she relocated back to Florida to be closer to members of her family and a large collection of friends. Her favorite pastimes are watching football, reading, and researching her stories.

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What’s hotter than a hot firefighter? @desireeholt has your answer!

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What’s hotter than a hot firefighter?

Blurb:

Montana Wade was home after writing off the past ten years of her life, but she needed one more night of courage before she faced her family. Boone Crider, hotshot firefighter, was burned out form the rash of malicious fires. They thought one night as strangers would cure them both, but the fire they started between them soon became a barely controlled burn.

Excerpt:

“See something you like?” He signaled the bartender for another.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

When the bartender set a fresh drink in front of him, he took another deliberate swallow of beer then set his bottle down carefully. “Question?”

“Yes. Are you drinking to forget the wrong kind of woman?”

He turned on his stool, studying her from beneath hooded lids for so long she felt compelled to meet him eye to eye. Mistake. Big mistake. Sexual heat surged through her, the muscles in the walls of her cunt vibrating as if they were doing a two-step, and her nipples became so hard she thought they’d poke holes in her tee shirt. Her mouth suddenly dry, she lifted her drink and finished it in one swallow. This time, it burned going down, but she was grateful. It distracted her from the other reactions of her body.

“Maybe,” he said, at last. “Are you the right kind of woman?”

Montana had a feeling she could climax from nothing more than listening to his voice. She tapped her glass on the bar to signal for a refill and wondered what in the fucking hell she was doing, anyway?

Ooh, fuck! Andy would have a shitfit. Another naughty word.

She barely suppressed a laugh.

“Something funny?” Mr. Hotstuff asked.

“Just a private joke.” The fresh drink arrived, and she took a tiny sip. “Maybe I am. The right kind of woman. What does that mean to you?”

He draped his arm across her shoulders and threaded his fingers into the mass of curls at her neck. His touch was like the kiss of a match, igniting any nerve endings that might have still been sleeping. And, oh, god. If her panties hadn’t been wet before, they were soaked with her juices now. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to fight back the need radiating from her.

He nudged her around on her stool again, so he stared into her eyes once more.

Oh, god!

“It means maybe we both came in here for the same thing tonight.”

“Yeah? Explain.”

“A night out of time. Would you go for that?”

Would she?

There was certainly no mistaking his meaning, even if he hadn’t said the words. Well, hell. She definitely wanted to forget a whole lot of bad business. Getting naked with him would be so much better than getting drunk. And probably leave her in a better mood.

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Meet the author:

Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotic Romance Author, Desiree Holt

Has won an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many other awards. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications

 “Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog

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Desiree Holt says Texas Hold 'Em was never like this! Her scorching series can be yours....

The latest in the very hot Club Fantasy Series

#5 in Cut the Cards

The series within a series

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Sage Drummond left her life in Dallas when her situation with her Dom, a life she fully embraced, turned into a nightmare. Sure she’d never find the kind of relationship she wanted, she look for nothing more than a scene now and then at Club Fantasy. That was until she met Garrett Long, the very sexy, very Dominant former rodeo cowboy. In the private room at Club Fantasy he led her into a world of submission she never thought she’d find, capturing both her body and her heart. And losing his at the same time.

What happens when you take one former rodeo cowboy and one submissive and put them together for one intimate scene at the darkly sensuous Club Fantasy? Fireworks that neither expected or planned for. But life has a funny way of dealing its own hand in the game of Cut the Cards. And for Sage Drummond and Garrett Long, this might just prove to be the best hand of all.

Excerpt:

Garrett was having a hell of a time keeping himself under control. The very last thing he’d expected when Reulas told him about Sage was to be poleaxed by a storm of emotion the moment he laid eyes on her. He’d listened to the Dungeon Master describe this very special sub, a woman who had been badly treated by her longtime Dom and was just now dipping her toe in the scene again. She needed special handling, firm but compassionate. He had not expected to fall for this woman—or any woman—at first glance. When he retired from the rodeo all he’d hoped for was a sub with whom he was compatible who he could share his life with. But this? This was like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Lustrous golden blonde hair tumbled to her shoulders brushing softly against creamy skin. Hazel eyes flecked with gold looked up at him through the thickest lashes he’d ever seen. Ripe full breasts tipped with rosy nipples made his mouth just water while he hands itched to trace the curve of lush lips and a well-rounded ass. A beautiful cunt completely waxed so he could see every mouthwatering inch of it. When he’d slipped his fingers into the tunnel between those sweet cheeks the heat of her nearly burned his skin and his cock painfully demanded release from its restraint.

The last thing he’d expected tonight was to find a woman that he wanted to take home and keep forever. He saw by the look in her eyes that the same thunderbolt had struck her. But first they had to get past the baggage he knew she still carried, which is why he had chosen the rope for his card. He would use it properly as a means to gain her complete trust, to show her how different this could be.

And make this work. Erase all the bad memories that lurked in the back of her mind.

“I like to oil my subs,” he said at last. “It not only enhances every contact with the skin but eases the bruising.” He nodded at the padded table, covered with a thick towel. “Climb up on there and lay down on your back.”

Her movements were so graceful, although a little self-conscious, not unexpected under the circumstances. When she was flat on her back, hands at her sides he allowed himself a moment to look at her again. Then he toed off his boots and socks, stripped off his shirt and set all the items next to the big armchair. He had to keep the pants on or he was afraid he might embarrass himself. It had been a lot of years since a woman made him so hard and so hot and so ready this quickly.

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Meet the author

Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotic Romance Author, Desiree Holt

Has won an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many other awards. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications

 “Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog

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Lassoed by a Dom by @desireeholt debuts and you need her cowboy!

Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM club north of San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.

Blurb:

Just for an instant their gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso he'd held in his hand.

Jake Keenan had never forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that one brief glimpse?

Then Fate threw them together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit, much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside down and showed both of them what’s really important. 

Excerpt:

Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away.  And seeing was probably the appropriate word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the image of him etched in her mind.

The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory, the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who almost got to talk to me.

Dumb, Trish. Really dumb.

Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy. Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.

Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in small doses when she could. 

She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing? She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?

She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her except when—

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Desiree Holt gives you FINDING JULIA for #99cents Limited time!

Okay, Luke and Julia from FINDING JULIA have been around a bit now and hopefully y'all have meet them and lived their story with them. So here's the deal: Tell me your favorite line from FINDING JULIA. Contest is open for four days. Mr Random Dot Org and I will pick a winner on Friday. So if you haven't read the book, get busy!

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And now a little taste for you:

Blurb:

Sometimes life is not fair. For Julia Patterson meeting Luke Buchanan opened the door to a new life and brought her to life as a woman. In his arms she learns for the first time how real passion and emotion can enrich your life. He claims her body with the pleasure of erotic sex and his heart with unrestricted love. But Fate was laughing at Julia, just as she is about to step over the threshold into a wonderful new life. When her almost-ex-husband Charles is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition her divorce is put on hold along with the rest of her life. Turning her back on Luke and the intense passion and emotion they shared is the most difficult thing she’s ever done. But Julia has a secret, one that Charles has discovered and uses like a club. Thirteen years later when Luke walks back into her life the passion and emotion are just as explosive as ever. Will they finally have their chance at happiness or will her secret destroy it forever?

Excerpt:

“Our executive vice president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he can.”

Great. Would he expect her to do it all over again for him?

She sighed and began her presentation again.

It was well into the afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every one of her nerve endings.

The man who silently took a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly rakehell look.

The classic dark business suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain. She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did. Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.

“Let me interrupt a moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”

“I’m pleased you could join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.

Lucas Buchanan nodded at her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”

She struggled to pick up the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her presentation.

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Another Naked Cowboy rides into town!

We had Stark Naked, Buck Naked, Stripped Naked and Bare Naked. And now…..

Naked Desire

In Saddle Wells, she hopes to build a business—and maybe a new life—on the strength of that recipe. But she’s totally unprepared for her sizzling attraction to the artisan carpenter her new friends send her way. Jesse Orosco is ready to roll up his sleeves to renovate Cyn’s storefront, but it’s the self-doubt lurking in her beautiful eyes he wants to tackle first. The five-foot-nothing red-headed dynamo makes his mouth water, and not just because of the tantalizing aromas drifting from the back of her shop.  The buzz about the rub’s mysterious ingredient has customers lining up for more, and soon everyone who tries it is making beautiful music in the bedroom—including Cyn and Jesse. But her reluctance to go public with their relationship—and someone in town with a jealous bone to pick—could drive a wedge between Cyn and her smoking-hot cowboy.

Excerpt:

“How about taking a ride with me? It’s still early in the afternoon. I’d like to show you some of my work. Give you an idea of the kind of stuff I do.”

Cyn’s stomach muscles knotted. Go for a ride? With Jesse Orosco? Her hormones already were doing the Texas two-step at being in the company of a guy who’d invented the words sex appeal and who didn’t treat her like dirt. Besides, spending time in a car with a man who had to be nine or ten years younger than she was and set her body to doing a happy dance made her nervous.

“Come on, Cyn,” he coaxed. “I like to show off.” He looked at his watch. “One hour, then you’ll be back here.”

Why was she acting like such a scaredy cat? At forty-two, she should be able to keep herself under control. This was a professional situation, right? Except there hadn’t ever been a man who made her girl parts stand up and sing the way Jesse did.

Get it under control, kid.

Dusting off her own smile, she nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Lock up and we’ll head out of here.”

Cyn was glad she’d worn jeans today when she realized what a big step up it was into the cab of Jesse’s truck. Bracing her hands on the door and the frame, she attempted to hoist herself inside. Warm hands rested at her hips and lifted her effortlessly up to the seat. Even when he released her, she could feel the heat of his hands burning through the fabric of her clothes.

“Big step up there,” he acknowledged. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh.” She busied herself with the seat belt. “No problem. Thanks for the help.”

And please do not start behaving like an idiotic schoolgirl. He’s only a man. That’s all. And one who’s definitely out of bounds.

But for the first time in longer than she could remember, a man—this man—made her feel feminine and special. She found herself relaxing with him, asking questions about the town and the people who lived in and around it. She steered away from questions about herself, but beyond that, she found Jesse incredibly easy to talk to.

Her friends were right about his talent. Jesse was an artist, a craftsman. He took her to a couple of shops off the main drag where he’d done interior work and then to the library. Then he drove past some of the older homes where he’d done some restoration, pointing out some exterior work.

“I’d love to take you inside some of these places,” he told her. “And maybe I’ll call a couple of folks and see if we can drop by tomorrow or the next day. But I think you’ve got an idea of what I can do. Mostly it was the finish work I wanted you to see.”

Cyn didn’t remember the last time she had been so conscious of a male body near her. The flex of muscle in his tanned arms as he drove. The stretch of jeans across his thigh as he shifted from accelerator to brake and back. The way the denim cupped what she was sure was the best ass she’d ever seen.

And what the hell was the matter with her that she was practically drooling over him? Hadn’t she learned her lesson about men with Frank? Her scars from that disaster weren’t even healed yet, and here she was ogling a man she’d just met. She barely had the scraps of her life together, plus, if she hired Jesse Orosco, she’d be spending a lot of time with him. She needed to give herself a good talking to.

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    Thursday, Dec 11 from 3-7 p.m. EASTERN, 2-6 CENTRAL, come party at JINGLE BELL ROCK with Desiree Holt and me!
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   We're celebrating HEROES November 11 on FB! Join Desiree Holt and me as we talk what makes a hero.
 
   Male and female heroes are on tap for discussion.  Bring yourselves, your criteria for heroism and your laughter gauge as we gear up with lots of SWAG to reward you with, too!
 
   On tap for me are the 4 brothers in my STANHOPE CHALLENGE box set, newly expanded and newly released at a very special introductory price of 99 cents!
 
   Contemporary heroes are on tap too!
 
With Navy SEALs as the stars of Des's and my SEALs GOING HOT series, we're happy to talk about our real life heroes who protect us every day. My BURNING FOR NERO, shown here with the 2 covers he sports (because Amazon thought my heroine was toooooo sexy and banned my novel), is one of the prizes on the party list, too! I've also got a giveaway of LADY VARNEY or RENDEZVOUS on offer to two other winners!
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COCKED AND LOADED, Desiree Holt does it again!

When Jamie Randall kicked the dust of Amen, Texas from her heels, she swore neither the town nor the bad boy she'd given her virginity to would never see her again. Yet here she is, returning under a cloud of disgrace, not a penny to her name or a soul to welcome her--least of all the sheriff. Jamie Randall—a decade hadn’t lessened the bitter taste of her name. Zane Cameron had only been good enough for sultry summer sex. But the local hell raiser is the sheriff now and determined to run her hot little body off the worthless piece of land her father left her and right out of his sleepy little town. Just as soon as he scratched a twelve-year-old itch.  Explosive passion changes Zane’s mind, but before they can explore their feelings, strange events threaten Jamie and it becomes obvious someone else wants her out of the way.  Dirty money, cold-blooded murder, and deadly secrets interfere with Zane’s plans to convince Jamie to give him a second chance.

He closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before, burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body. She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.

His tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn’t have moved away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply melted away.

His tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking, tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the sensations that assaulted her body.

The harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker her legs became until she wasn’t sure she could stand at all if she took her arms from his neck.

When every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction, tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?”

“Mmm?” She forced her eyes open.

“You using your old bedroom?”

“What? My bedroom?”

He extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I’m going to fuck the life out of you, and I don’t want to do it on that ratty old couch.”

She could barely focus enough to from clitoris to vaginal opening and back, gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.

“Taste good, too. Just as I’ve remembered point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second door on the right.”

Later, when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought from it, she’d wonder why she hadn’t just ordered Zane Cameron out of her house. He certainly wouldn’t take her by force. That wasn’t his style. No, even after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them, and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set off in her body.

He held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot, he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face, and instantly heat warmed her blood.

With hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of her bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his ravenous gaze.

He drew in a deep, ragged breath, and let it out slowly. “God, Jamie, you have the most gorgeous cunt in the world.”

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