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They may work with cows but there is nothing "boy" about them.
Welcome to Lusty, Texas! Everyone is welcome here. In Lusty,
we indulge our appetites and you’re as likely, heck more likely, to find people
coupled up in threesomes or the occasional foursome as in the traditional
twosome.
Discover your Lusty side; you won’t regret it!
Currently, there are 23 published books with another
releasing in December 2014 and then another in January 2015. As long as readers
are enjoying Lusty, there will be Lusty books!
Love Under Two Outcasts
Lusty, Texas #24
by Cara Covington
an Erotic Romance, Contemporary,
Cowboy Ménage a Trois, M/F/M,
from Siren-Bookstrand
Blurb:
Charlotta
Carmichael is mostly not ashamed of the way she paid for her college degree. Mostly.
As an exotic dancer at a gentlemen’s club, she earned enough to get her degree
in psychology.
But
sometimes the scorn she’s suffered in the past comes back to haunt her. She
fears a similar reaction from Jesse and Barry Benedict. Will they still think
she’s good enough for them if she tells them the truth?
Jesse and
Barry know all about past mistakes and regret. Feeling like outcasts, they left
their Montana home and headed to Lusty, hoping to make a new start. Once they
understand that Charlotta is their soul mate, they confess their sins of the
past—because they want their relationship to have a solid foundation.
As Jesse
and Barry rush to save Charlotta from a stalker, they all soon learn that
moving on is easier said than done—and requires a bigger leap of faith than
they’d ever imagined.
Love Under Two Wranglers
Lusty, Texas #23
by Cara Covington
an Erotic Romance, Contemporary,
Cowboy Ménage a Trois, M/F/M, HEA
from Siren-Bookstrand
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Blurb:
Holly discovers the difference between book boyfriends and real-life lovers
when Alan Wilson and Duncan Moore aim for her. Alan and Duncan recognize Holly
as theirs. Now they just have to convince the virginal librarian that they can
live up to any fictional heroes.As Holly learns to trust those smokin’ hot wranglers, she dares to explore her sensual side—the woman within longing to sample all the delights she loved to read about.
Alan and Duncan already know that Lusty is home, and once they get to know
Holly they understand she’s the woman that’s always been destined to be theirs.
They long to give her the happy-ever-after she’s dreamed of. Then their past comes
back to bite them in the ass.
Years before, they helped uncover a conspiracy, in which racehorses were
killed for profit. They didn’t take the threats against them seriously then,
but they’re about to discover just how deadly a woman scorned can be.
Excerpt:
What on earth had ever made her admit to these two men that she
read romance? No way am I going to let them know what my favorite books are.
Not happening. She really did like to read ménage—and although she’d never
had a boyfriend, never made love, or never even danced the man-woman let alone
man-woman-man tango, Holly knew beyond a doubt that telling them about her
favorite books would be a serious mistake.
Leading them to the books she loved to read would be akin to
offering….candy to a baby or…or….whiskey to a drunk or….herself, naked,
vulnerable, a sacrificial virgin to their lustful, manly desires. She blinked,
and before she could stop it, her mind pulled up a scene from one of her
favorite novels, deftly putting herself and these two hot wranglers in the
starring roles.
The fire in both their glances left her in no doubt as to what
they would do to her. She would stand naked before them, trembling, uncertain,
but unable to look away from the throbbing light of passion burning in their eyes—or
the stiff erections pressing against the fronts of their tight, well-worn
jeans. They spared a glance between them, and then their gazes raked her. Their
smiles, masculine, feral, telegraphed their intent even as they each took one
step toward her…
Holly pulled herself back to the present. She felt a tingling, a
roller-coaster excitement swirling through her body. A sensation of dampness
between her thighs made her heart beat hard and her blush deepen to the point
that she felt searing heat on her cheeks.
This
was no time to lose herself in one of the hottest passages from one of
her favorite books, Virgin Surrender.
About the Author
The only dream I’ve ever had was to
be a published author. It was a dream formed in childhood and held onto through
the business of growing up, getting married, and raising my family.
Being an author was a dream
deferred, not a dream abandoned and now I have not one, but two stunning
careers.
Under the pen names of Morgan
Ashbury and Cara Covington, I write Erotic Romance for adult women who
like something extra with their love stories.
Romance is a wonderful genre that
accommodates every other. Comedy, mystery, western, paranormal, suspense, or
science fiction, romance embraces them all. Erotic romance gives the reader all
of that, and so much more.
For readers who want all the best
that Romance has to offer — great characters, compelling stories, and a happy
ending — and for those who like their Romance served hot and spicy — I invite
you to read one of my novels and tell me what you think.
Morgan Ashbury or Cara Covington —
two different pennames, one dedicated author.
Links:
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Cara Covington’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/CaraCovington
Cara Covington’s Facebook Fan Page: facebook.com/pages/Cara-Covington/616302148428229
Cara Covington’s Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/author/caracovington
Cara Covington’s Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3504559.Cara_Covington
Morgan Ashbury’s Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Morgan-Ashbury/e/B00326WQQU/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1412184410&sr=1-2-ent
Morgan Ashbury’s Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/712375.Morgan_Ashbury
Morgan/Cara’s Siren-BookStrand Page: http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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Welcome to the Graymont Ranch in Montana, where the ranchers know the land as well as a woman's body.
Patty's Homecoming
Montana Wranglers #1
by Honor James
an Erotic Ménage Romance MFM
from Siren-Bookstrand
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Blurb
Trouble is following Patricia Graymont home. But she needs somewhere to hide for a while, to sort through everything that’s happened, and as the saying goes, there really is no place like home. The only problem is having to face the two men she still loves and once left behind.
Blake Jacobson and Corbin Franks have worked on the Graymont Ranch for as many years as they can remember. They have a love for the land and the work they do is to keep it as natural as possible. They also both love the owner’s daughter, but once upon a time, they had to let her go to become the woman they always knew she could be.
Her homecoming was everything Patty could hope for, and more. Already feeling a little raw emotionally, seeing Blake and Corbin again was like a healing balm to her soul. Now, all they have to do is survive the coming storm.
ADULT EXCERPT
Patty kissed him back. She was desperate and needful in the kiss. When she pulled back, she licked her lips. “I guess I am just insatiable.” Her hands moved up and down his chest, nails raking very lightly over his chest as she did so. “I really, really think that we should all get together and make love. What do you think?”
“Anything and everything you want,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher. Pulling on her hands, he backed toward the bed. Just as they reached it she felt the brush of Corbin’s body at her back, his hands settling on her hips.
“That’s very, very good.” Patty leaned back against Corbin and let her hands move over Blake. “It’s very good that you boys will give me everything that I want, when I want it. I love that you both want and need me every single bit as much as I want and need you, as well.”
“More,” Corbin told her, his hands sliding down to her ass and spreading her cheeks. His cock rubbed between them, over her anus but didn’t penetrate. “On the bed, Tisha. I need you again, woman, and then after we’ll chat more.”
“Sounds good.” She whimpered. “Get the lube. I want you inside of my ass sooner rather than later.” That was one thing that the boys loved about her, she never hesitated in telling them just what she thought and felt at any one given moment in time. “I need. God, I need.”
Blake released her hands and Corbin urged her onto the bed. They left her to crawl into the middle, Blake moving to the side table. From the drawer he pulled out the tube of lube and sat on the bed. When she settled on her belly, he spread her buttocks and squirted some of the cold gel into her anus, the slight chill causing a shiver to run through her.
“Easy,” he whispered as his finger pressed to her ass and inside, working the lube in deeper before more was applied and pushed in and around her hole. She saw the tube hit the side table and skid slightly before stopping against the base of the lamp.
Their hands on her had her turning, facing Corbin. Blake was taking her ass, a rarity. He seemed to prefer seeing her face when they made love or just plain fucked. But today he was going to take her from behind as Corbin took her pussy again. His cock was hard against her mound as he pulled her in closer, lifting a leg over his hip. The head rubbed to her clit, teasing her and making her even wetter than she’d been.
Blake’s heat was at her spine, his cock rubbing through the lube in her ass crack. His work-roughened hands cupped her ass and spread her wide, the head of his cock pressing to her ass and then slipping inside. As he began to press inside, Corbin’s cock slid into her pussy, one hard, smooth thrust to fill her just as Blake filled her ass.
Pure and intense pleasure filled Patty. She arched and pressed her breasts to Corbin’s chest and her ass tighter against Blake. “Jesus,” she cried out with a low and growly moan of pure pleasure. “That feels so good.” She needed it. God, she needed these men taking her so badly. “More.” She demanded of her lovers.
Their first thrusts weren’t very coordinated but soon enough they fell into a pattern. In and out, stretching her and then slipping away. Corbin’s one hand came up to cup a breast, flicking her nipple and rolling it tightly between his fingers.
This was what she had missed, having both men loving her as they were, and it was just that. It was love. This went beyond sex and into pure and intense emotional connections that she never, ever wanted to let go of. “Perfect.” She heard herself breathing out quietly.
They took and they gave. Every stroke of their hands, every brush of their lips told her how much they loved her. Every touch spoke of just how much they cared and treasured her. Every nip of their teeth proved just how far gone into the moment they were as they drove their cocks in deeper, harder.
She could swear she felt their souls brushing, the three of them connecting on a level that was truly soul deep. A low moan escaped her, a moan of pure pleasure and need. “That feels so good.” She loved when they were all together, just as much as they loved it, she was sure. If not more, that was.
Corbin bent his head and kissed her hard, his tongue thrusting deep. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he teased it and rolled her nipple harder. Tugging on the tight bud, he thrust harder, deeper as he pulled her leg up higher over his hip.
Patty’s body was theirs to control.
Protecting Bethany
Montana Wranglers #2
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Blurb
Her life is a wreck, but Bethany Hanson has a plan and so far it’s working. But when the oldest Graymont brother comes home to the ranch, things start to unravel for her. Not a bad thing, especially when she finally admits to how she feels, for both brothers.
With Connor and Brendan at her side, Bethany can close off one chapter of her life and start a fresh one with the men she loves. A rancher’s life is never easy, but when you have the best partners around anything and everything is possible.
ADULT EXCERPT
He was at her shoulders now, nibbling on her skin as he brushed her hair out of the way to nip at her throat gently.
“Mmm I love how that sounds.” She turned her head and looked at him. Smiling she licked her lips. “I do love you, Brendan. I always have and I always will. Now then, how about you kiss me? Maybe get nekkid yourself?” she teased, mostly.
Leaning over her he gave her a kiss, slow and gentle. It was a little awkward but they got the job done. Then he drew back and slid off the bed. He was out of her line of sight but she could hear things hitting the floor. “Bethany, darling,” he said. Right before he picked up her foot. “What is this?” he asked softly.
She knew that he had found the infinity tattoo she had on her foot and smiled. “I’ve always loved you both.” Their names and hers were worked into the bends of the infinity symbol with “Graymont” stylized over the top of it. It was a beautiful tattoo, if she said so herself. “It’s the only place where no one would see it. So it’s there to remind me that no matter where my feet might take me, I will always love the two of you.”
She felt his lips on her skin before he let her foot drop to the bed. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice rougher and deeper than before. “Just like you are,” he told her. She felt the bed dip under his weight and the brush of his thigh, his naked thigh, to her hip.
“I’m very glad that you like it.” She hoped that Connor would as well, but that was for her to find out another time. Right now was time with Brendan. “You are so hard, so hot.” He was too, his cock pressed against her thigh and he was so very hard and his entire body seemed to be heated up as well. She liked it. A lot.
“I think it’s time to flip you over,” he said softly. That said he rolled her and moved her up closer to the headboard. The shirt holding her there was snug but definitely didn’t hurt her, it just kept her from moving her hands. “Wow,” he said, sliding a hand down her chest and over her belly to stop just before reaching her pussy.
Bethany lifted her ass just a bit. “Do you like it? I took some extra time grooming today knowing, well hoping that we would be just where we are now.” Her pubic hair held a small heart, barely covering her just as she intended. “I had thought of going completely bare but I wanted to have a bit of something there so that you would know just how I felt.”
His finger lightly traced the outline of the heart and smiled. “Oh, hell yeah, I definitely like,” he said softly. Still smiling at her he leaned down until she could feel his breath on her mostly bared pussy. Then he dropped a kiss to the little heart and nuzzled at her lower belly.
Her hands were trapped so she couldn’t touch him but she could lift her leg and caress his perfect ass with her foot. “I really think that you should see about making me even wetter so that you can slide into me. I am desperate here. Needy and heavens help you I’m about to chew off my own arm just so I can attack you.”
He laughed at that, lifting his head so she could see his smile. “There is no need for that, darling. Besides,” he tipped his head and smirked. “I like seeing you tied up to my bed. I’ve been imagining it for a damn long time.”
That had her grinning. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be tied up in your bed. The fantasies that I’ve had are just so not right.” She’s wanted both men to tie her up, blindfold her and do unspeakable things to her, things that would have her screaming in pleasure.
That brought his brows down in a frown. “Why would they not be right?” he asked. Okay, really, with Brendan it was more of a demand. “Bethany, talk to me,” he said. All the while he was still teasing the little tuft of perfectly groomed hair she’d left on her pussy. And that was all he was doing, damn him!
“Gods.” She moaned. “I want you. I want both you and Connor to tie me to your bed. Blindfold me and then tease me. Me never knowing which of you was where, who was going to touch me next, taste me next. I know that is an odd and off the wall desire especially with all that I’ve been through but I trust the two of you. I always have and I always will.”
“Good,” he said softly. Dropping a kiss to her hip he brushed his fingers down her pussy slowly. “Because you also know that we’d never do anything you didn’t want us to do. All you’d ever have to do is say one word to have us stopping. You’re ours, Bethany,” he said nipping at her thigh lightly.
She nodded. “I know. I am yours. Both of yours. I’ve been waiting for this day for far, far too long. I know that neither of you would ever hurt me. I trust you. Both of you. You are the reason I survived. But enough of that. Right now I just need you loving me.”
Apparently that was good enough for him. He pressed her legs apart and brushed his lips to her pussy. “Hold on,” he said, a grin on his lips. A flick of his tongue over her pussy was just the start of things to come, quickly followed by him spreading her wide with his thumbs and devouring her.
Honor James was born in the United States 30+ years ago. She is married with two teenagers, one of which is getting ready for the next step in life, college! By day she works as a Customer Service Representative while under the cover of darkness she delves into the realm of the paranormal. In September 2012 her first book was accepted by Siren Bookstrand and published November 2012.Still writing and getting along in life Honor has now joined the Evernight family with her first book due out with them in February 2014.
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Warning
This ain’t your daddy’s ranch. Contains cowboys administering sexual therapy to frustrated ladies—and each other. Fresh batteries recommended. You’re gonna need ’em!
There’s no escaping ranch policy—anything to please a lady…
Reining Men
The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 3
by Em Petrov
an Erotic Menage Romance MMF
Releasing Dec. 30, 2014
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Blurb
The Boot Knockers Ranch caters to
women in all ways. And now rookie Paul is officially part of the team. He’s had
six months to hone his skills with the ladies and prides himself on being a
prime catch.
Jack would agree. He can’t get the
rugged cowboy out of his system. He wants Paul in his bed more than anything,
but his best friend has always been resistant to relations with other men.
Jack’s instinct says different, but he values Paul’s friendship too highly to
push it.
Then Jack takes on beautiful new
client Lissy Lofton and finds himself falling hard for the confident show
jumper. He’s not the only one. Lissy has caught Paul’s attention, and the
attraction is mutual.
But now Jack has a problem. Lissy’s
sexual appetite is so ravenous, he doubts he can last the week without backup.
Which presents an irresistible opportunity to invite Paul into their bed—where
the incandescent heat brings all their walls tumbling down.
Warning: Contains two smoking-hot
cowboys whose drive to please the same woman spurs a desire to please each
other.
EXCERPT
Copyright © 2014 Em PetrovaAll rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Jack’s balls tightened as the fresh scents of man and soap filled his head. Paul was a beautiful cowboy, and he pushed all the right buttons in Jack. Broad chest, carved ass. And his ice-blue eyes lanced right through Jack.
Too bad he didn’t swing that way, because all the Elliots on the ranch wouldn’t equal one heated roll in the hay with Paul.
Jack drank in the man’s worn jeans and T-shirt with The Boot Knockers Ranch logo. Today he also wore a bandana knotted around his neck, and it was already darkened with sweat.
Sweat Jack wanted to lick off his skin.
Shit, he had it bad. For six months since Paul had been voted in as an official Boot Knocker, Jack had battled his cravings. His advances roused Paul’s anger, so he tried to stomp on the sprouts of lust. Sometimes it was impossible.
Paul released his shoulder, but the skin still tingled from his touch. He forced himself to let go of Paul before he ended up yanking him into his hold and kissing the hell out of him.
Damn.
The hair on his forearms rose despite the eighty-degree weather and high humidity. He reluctantly moved away. As another handful of cows trotted off the truck, he spotted a spring calf. It was crowded against the metal slats of the truck, holding one leg up.
Before his mind wrapped around the danger of jumping into the truck with thousands of pounds of animals, Jack stepped onto the ramp. He made it two steps.
“Jack! What the hell are you doing?” Paul hollered.
His presence on the truck was spooking the cows. Snorting, stamping. One rushed past him. He kept going.
“Hey!” Randall called.
Paul ran around the side of the truck and gazed up between the slats. “What are you doing?”
“Hurt calf. I’m offloading them all faster,” he grunted. He sent a few more trotting down the ramp then used his shoulder to move a heifer out of the way. He had to get them away from the baby, which cowered against the edge.
More cows made it off the truck, leaving a gap for Jack to safely maneuver. Crouching, he brought his arms around the calf’s legs, folding them against his chest.
He used his thigh muscles to push into a stand, bearing the weight of the calf. He turned to the ramp once more.
Cows scattered, but one stubborn animal planted her hooves and refused to move.
“Paul!”
“Shit. Why couldn’t you wait to get all the animals off?” Paul jogged to the head of the ramp and gathered his rope in his gloved fist. Watching Paul swing the rope shouldn’t be erotic, but it was to Jack.
He hitched the calf against his chest.
Paul threw the lasso. It fell in a perfect arc over the cow’s head. As soon as it hit her neck, he yanked the rope. She issued a moo of dislike, but Paul tugged her forward.
Behind him, the other animals that hadn’t been offloaded milled restlessly, slamming the sides of the truck and making it rock. The calf’s muscles coiled, and Jack tightened his hold in case it tried to break free.
Paul was right. The animals should have come off first, but Jack hadn’t been thinking about anything but saving the baby.
“C’mon, you stubborn heifer,” Paul said through gritted teeth. He leaned into the rope, using his body weight to move the cow a few inches.
“Get lower. It will change your leverage,” Jack called over the noise of too many cows stuck on a truck. If they stampeded, Jack and the calf would be trampled. And Paul would be forced to jump out of the way.
Except he was stubborn enough to keep trying to move the problem cow. He might not move in time.
“Give her foreleg a kick,” Randall encouraged.
The older generation did things that way, but Jack didn’t totally agree with it. Obviously Paul didn’t either. Leaning back, he dug in his boots and used his weight and strength. The cow lurched forward a foot, the rope slackened and Paul’s ass hit the ground.
He popped up with a grunt and a red face.
Jack’s insides stirred at the sight. This was no time to feel aroused, but damn if he could help it. The flush on Paul’s face, the way the vein ticked in his temple…hell, Jack wanted to bend him over and sink into his muscled body.
Again and again.
Randall darted forward and delivered a light kick to the cow’s foreleg. It gave a loud moo and ambled down the ramp.
Paul caught the end of the rope and wrapped it around his fist several times, determination set on his rugged features. When he shot Jack a glance, the familiar need heated Jack’s gut.
The cow ran the rest of the way down the ramp.
Jack was jostled from behind. Clinging to the hurt calf, he somehow got off the truck without being stomped by a cow. The feisty specimen Paul was wrangling was still giving him a fit.
“This one’s going to take me for a ride!” Paul hooted, grinning.
Jack raised his jaw at Randall. “Lower the tailgate of the truck so I can put the calf in.” The baby needed medical attention. It could have been crushed against the side during their journey. A weak animal meant predators would have a feast, and Jack couldn’t let that happen.
As soon as he placed the calf in the truck, he shut the tailgate and went to lend a hand to Paul.
When he reached him, blood was trickling down his jaw. Jack sucked in a sharp breath. “What the hell happened to you?” He rushed forward, took the rope from his friend, and used the adrenaline coursing through his system to drag the stubborn-ass cow to the fencing.
He loosened the rope around its neck and then gave it a nudge with his boot. Turning back to Paul, he found blood dripping onto his friend’s shirt.
In two strides he reached his friend. Gently he placed his fingers over the wound. Hot blood slicked his fingers.
Hissing, Paul jerked away. “Don’t.”
A hollow blossomed in Jack’s chest, and an ache filled it. He didn’t like seeing that blood or the crease of pain between Paul’s brows.
“You need to get back to the ranch and let Holly see to you. How did it happen?”
“Damn thing shifted, and I hit the side of the truck.” He fingered the ragged edge of the cut between his cheekbone and ear. “It’s fine.”
“You might need a tetanus shot.”
Paul leveled him in his gaze, one light brown brow quirked. “Don’t you remember two months ago? When we all lined up and the doc stuck a needle in our arms?”
Yeah, all twenty of them had gotten a mandatory physical including a tetanus booster. Hugh was a stickler about their care.
“Too bad it wasn’t your ass. I woulda liked to have seen that.”
Jack’s joke achieved exactly what he wanted. The pain on Paul’s face vanished, replaced by annoyance tinged with amusement. Shaking his head, Paul twisted away. “Let’s get the last of the cows unloaded.”
Together they worked side by side, shooing animals into the fencing. Jack roped another cow that proved not as stubborn as its fellow. As soon as Jack tugged the rope, the animal scurried into the pasture.
When every last beast was enclosed in the open expanse of grassland, Paul and Jack turned to Randall.
“You got the check from Hugh?” Jack asked.
“Yes, it arrived yesterday. I’ll stop on my way out of the ranch to say hi. Nice doing business with you. Good luck with your venture.” Randall pushed the chewing tobacco into his cheek and shook their hands again.
Randall climbed into his truck and guided it back down the ridge. Hitching a thumb in his jeans, Jack turned to watch the milling herd.
Paul leaned his elbows on the fence, ignoring the cut. “Well, that was definitely a change from finessing women.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think the cows require more finesse than the women.”
Paul burst out laughing, his eyes softening. Jack moved to stand beside his friend. This time when he stood too close, Paul didn’t move away. They stared at the cows that would butter their bread a little more. By the time they were too old to keep their cocks up all day and night, they’d have enough money to retire.
“Do you like the stud ranch part of your job, Paul?”
He started. When their gazes met, Jack’s breath hitched. Hell, he wished he could either convince Paul to let him in—all the way—or he wished he could quit having these feelings.
Paul sniffed. “’Course I like it. Helping beautiful women fulfill their dreams? What’s not to love?”
“I don’t know. Do you ever feel there’s something missing?”
When Paul pivoted to face him, Jack’s body responded. Want speared him. His cock jolted, growing instantly. He ran his tongue over his lower lip.
“What do you mean?” Paul asked.
What did he mean? Damn, he was getting all sappy over a bit of blood oozing from a cut on his buddy’s face.
“Never mind. Let’s get the calf back to the barn. Now that last week’s ladies are gone, we won’t have to rip Quay from between a woman’s legs. He’s the best with animals. He’ll be able to fix up the calf.” Taking a chance, Jack lightly touched Paul’s cheek, just above the cut.
This time when Paul jerked away, he was prepared. It still hurt like hell, though.
Pushin’ Buttons
Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 1
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Blurb
It’s all in her head. Until she falls into the hands—and hearts—of two cowboys.
Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
Body Language
Boot Knockers Ranch Book 2
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Blurb
There are no words for desire this hot…but he’ll sure try to find them.
If there’s one thing that Damian Vince can do well, it’s read women. With his trademark wink and sexy drawl, he’s the most wanted cowboy on the Boot Knockers Ranch, a spa where sexually challenged women come to get charmed out of their uptight panties.
He’s also the ranch’s bad boy—he hates to admit he’s had his mug-shot taken more than once. But now he’s on the right path, ranching and fulfilling women’s desires.
Prim grade-school teacher Ruthie Johansson prays Damian will be able to fix her strict upbringing that’s left her leery of men and intercourse, though her body aches for both. Once she sets eyes on the muscular, auburn-haired Damian, she throbs only for him.
If there’s one thing that Damian Vince can do well, it’s read women. With his trademark wink and sexy drawl, he’s the most wanted cowboy on the Boot Knockers Ranch, a spa where sexually challenged women come to get charmed out of their uptight panties.
He’s also the ranch’s bad boy—he hates to admit he’s had his mug-shot taken more than once. But now he’s on the right path, ranching and fulfilling women’s desires.
Prim grade-school teacher Ruthie Johansson prays Damian will be able to fix her strict upbringing that’s left her leery of men and intercourse, though her body aches for both. Once she sets eyes on the muscular, auburn-haired Damian, she throbs only for him.
As they get skin to skin, her instinct touches something Damian’s been struggling to hide from his fellow Boot Knockers. A secret he’s spent a lifetime keeping buried beneath bar brawls and a bad attitude. But with Ruthie’s gentle coaxing, he just might give overcoming it another try—as long as they do their homework in bed.
About the Author
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she
raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy
an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their
stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in
bed and out—and she is
known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
My phone screwed up. I think the only words that ended up posting was Angel Martinez. Needed to add, Heavenly Angel of the Divine Creek Ranch series by Heather Rainier.
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Rep same here it's definitely Angel Martinez Heavenly Angel
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