March 25th, 2014

Cafe Spotlight & Giveaway: A Seal’s Salvation by Tawny Weber


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A SEAL’s Salvation by NYT Bestselling Author Tawny Weber

Where Navy SEAL “”Bad Ass”" Brody Lane goes, trouble follows. Being run out of his hometown years ago for misbehaving with Genna Reilly—the sheriff’s daughter—was one thing. Now Brody is about to step into real danger. Not the suggestive letters he’s been exchanging with Genna, but the kind of trouble that can send a soldier home injured and broken inside…

Genna’s entire life has been orchestrated by her family. The right job. The right friends. Enough! Brody’s return offers the promise of lust-filled pleasures. Of flesh teased and tasted. She’s not expecting to find a soldier with distant eyes who has secluded himself from the world. But this good girl knows exactly how to bring a bad boy back to life….

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March 18th, 2014

New Release Spotlight & Giveaway: Up In Knots by Gillian Archer


Author: Gillian Archer
Miniseries: The Pleasure Code
Category: BDSM, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Romance

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After the loss of her Dom and first love two years ago, the time has come for Kyla to again allow herself the pleasure of giving up control. She isn’t looking for anything serious yet, just the comforting embrace of rope and a firm hand on her body for the night.

Rope-top Sawyer is extremely skilled and he doesn’t do relationships–but he’s fascinated by the gymnastics instructor who approaches him at a kink con. By the end of the day he’s vowed to help her feel submissive pleasure again, and to introduce her to a few Doms she can choose from.

But as Sawyer breaks down Kyla’s emotional defenses, his barriers also come down. Soon he can’t imagine giving Kyla over to any other Dom–and Kyla can’t imagine being with anyone else. When their feelings are put to the ultimate test, they’ll learn that while taking risks in the bedroom is easy, taking risks in love is terrifying.


Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband and two goofy dogs.

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March 14th, 2014

Cafe Spotlights: Reaper’s Legacy by Joanna Wylde


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Eight years ago, Sophie gave her heart—and her virginity—to Zach Barrett on a night that couldn’t have been less romantic or more embarrassing. Zach’s step-brother, a steely-muscled, tattooed biker named Ruger, caught them in the act, getting a peep show of Sophie he’s never forgotten.

She may have lost her dignity that fateful night, but Sophie also gained something precious—her son Noah. Unfortunately, Zach’s a deadbeat dad, leaving Ruger to be Noah’s only male role model. When he discovers Sophie and his nephew living in near poverty, Ruger takes matters into his own hands—with the help of the Reapers Motorcycle Club—to give them a better life.

Living with outlaw bikers wasn’t Sophie’s plan for her son, but Ruger isn’t giving her a choice. He’ll be there for Noah, whether she wants him or not. But Sophie does want him, has always wanted him. Now she’ll learn that taking a biker to bed can get a girl dirty in every way…



March 13th, 2014

Contest Winner: The Bad Boy Billionaire’s Girl Gone Wild by Maya Rodale


The second installment of a sexy, whirlwind romance about a modern day heroine writing historical romance novels based on her romantic misadventures with the bad boy billionaire.

Being good hasn’t exactly worked out so well for Jane Sparks. Her ex-boyfriend dumped her for being too predictable and her fake fiancé, Duke Austen, is counting on her good-girl image to repair his bad boy reputation. But everything changes with the publication of the historical romance novel she wrote based on her fauxmance with the Bad Boy Billionaire. Suddenly, she’s notorious, scandalous, and causing lots trouble.

Duke Austen has admired Jane’s poise and perfectly demure behavior…qualities that seemed to have vanished once she helped him land a big investment deal. But now that his company is on the verge of a twenty billion dollar IPO, the stakes have never been higher—and Jane has never been more shocking, provocative and wickedly irresistible. She’s not at all the woman he bargained for, yet she’s the only one he wants.

Duke is determined to woo his girl gone wild. She’s determined to keep him guessing. But Jane is discovering there’s nothing so appealing as a billionaire who’s mad, bad, and dangerously seductive…


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February 16th, 2014

Cafe Spotlight & Giveaway: The Bad Boy Billionaire’s Girl Gone Wild by Maya Rodale


The second installment of a sexy, whirlwind romance about a modern day heroine writing historical romance novels based on her romantic misadventures with the bad boy billionaire.

Being good hasn’t exactly worked out so well for Jane Sparks. Her ex-boyfriend dumped her for being too predictable and her fake fiancé, Duke Austen, is counting on her good-girl image to repair his bad boy reputation. But everything changes with the publication of the historical romance novel she wrote based on her fauxmance with the Bad Boy Billionaire. Suddenly, she’s notorious, scandalous, and causing lots trouble.

Duke Austen has admired Jane’s poise and perfectly demure behavior…qualities that seemed to have vanished once she helped him land a big investment deal. But now that his company is on the verge of a twenty billion dollar IPO, the stakes have never been higher—and Jane has never been more shocking, provocative and wickedly irresistible. She’s not at all the woman he bargained for, yet she’s the only one he wants.

Duke is determined to woo his girl gone wild. She’s determined to keep him guessing. But Jane is discovering there’s nothing so appealing as a billionaire who’s mad, bad, and dangerously seductive…


In the beginning of the second installment of the Bad Boy Billionaire series, Jane has published her novel based on her romance with Duke (The Wicked Wallflower!) and it’s causing all kinds of trouble and complications for their relationship.

Minetta Tavern

New York City

Duke and I slipped into one of the intimate red leather booths in the back. The restaurant was small, dimly lit and decorated in the style of an old-school steakhouse. Duke ordered a glass of Macallan 18 and I could tell I annoyed the waiter by ordering only water.

“So are you feeling faint?” Duke asked, apropos of nothing.

“What are you talking about?” That champagne and dancing from earlier had gone to my head, but I wasn’t feeling faint.

“The Ashbrooke Effect,” he explained. When I looked at him blankly, he explained: “As in the duke of Ashbrooke. As in the hero of your novel. I’m assuming he’s based on me. Vain, I know. But tell me, Sweater Set, am I making you weak in the knees?”

“I’m sitting down,” I replied, as I started to get his references to my novel. Oh dear God, he had obviously read my novel that was based on us. Suddenly, my knees did feel weak, even though I was sitting, because I had been counting on the fact that bad boy billionaires don’t read romance novels. Of course, Duke had to be the exception to every rule.

“You look a bit flushed,” Duke continued, and I could feel the blush of mortification flaming across my cheeks.

“I’ve been drinking,” I said, and took another sip of water. Frantically, I tried to recall the things I wrote and—I closed my eyes and groaned as I remembered.

“Feeling breathless?”

“I’ve been dancing,” I replied. But really, how was I supposed to breathe when this guy had read the novel about us—that I had poured my heart into?

“Is your heart pounding with anticipation? His voice was real low now because he had cuddled up next to me in the booth and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.”

My heart was pounding, I was breathless, and a little bit dizzy.

“I’m surprised you read it,” I said, taking another sip of water.

“I had to know what everyone was talking about,” he replied. “And then I had to be able to converse intelligently about it with the author.”

“I didn’t think you’d read it,” I muttered.

“So you never thought that I would find out that you described me as ‘so handsome that he sucked all the attention in the room toward himself, as if he possessed his own personal force of gravity.’”

“No, of course not.” Otherwise I wouldn’t have published it.

“Or described yourself as a plain wallflower?”

“Nope. And this is embarrassing,” I said.

“It’s a good book, Jane,” Duke said. “No matter what happens, know that. If it didn’t—”

“If it didn’t what?” My brain snapped to focus.

“It complicates things,” Duke said reluctantly, shifting so he wasn’t holding me so close anymore.

“Because of Augustus?” I remembered the articles I read about their big—and overlooked—product launch because everyone was talking about my book and the anger of the big and overlooked investor.

“Yes,” Duke said grimly. “But not just him. “I’m a private person, Jane.”

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“You share everything about yourself online! You’re in the papers, the blogs, on Twitter, Instagram, and all over social networks I’ve never even heard of!”

“Yeah, but notice I never tell them anything really personal or revelatory about me. It’s all about Project-TK or the industry.”

“It’s true, isn’t it? You don’t tell anyone what you’re thinking or feeling. No one really knows you, do they? Even me.” I remembered being so frustrated knowing which articles he’d read, or having seen pictures of meals he ate, but having no idea how he felt about me.

“I told you things, Jane, that I never told anyone else. And now I see them published for everyone to read and make assumptions,” Duke said.

I glanced up at him. His expression was inscrutable, but I saw the tension in his jaw. He took a sip of his whiskey.

“Ashbrooke . . . he’s just made up,” I said. It wasn’t a total lie. Ashbrooke was fictional. He was just inspired by Duke.

“And Sam or Bennett or whoever?” Duke turned to face me.

“Alright, so I used a bit from my personal life.”

“Did I ruin  your date the other night?”

My heart was pounding again as I whispered, “What if I said no?”

“Everyone thinks you’re mine,” he said. “And I’m starting to believe it too.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” I said.

There was something he was keeping from me. I could tell. It was there in the way he refused to meet my gaze and instead took a long sip of his expensive whiskey. It was in the way I had a sudden tremor of fear. All teasing aside, the success of my fictional book was causing real problems with Duke and me.

“Duke . . .” I rested my hand on his arm and tried to soothe away the tension I felt there. “I just wanted to write. I had something to prove to myself and to everyone. You understand that. I know you do.”

He gruffly agreed.

“I could unpublish it, I guess.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them. Because I could do it didn’t mean I wanted to diminish my accomplishment in order to celebrate his.

“No, I would never ask that of you,” Duke said strongly. “It’s just that Grey is pissed that all the media attention was focused on my fiancé’s “smutty bodice ripper”—his words not mine—

instead of our new product launch.”

I looked into his eyes and there was no denying the truth.

“He’s not the only one pissed,” I said softly. “You are too.”

Duke set down the now empty glass of whiskey hard on the table making the cutlery clink and the candle flicker.

“I just worked so damned hard to build it. It was a huge risk and everyone was skeptical, but I believed and I made my team believe, too. And now . . . for what? People aren’t talking about it, which means they’re not using it, which means I’m not able to monetize it, which means my IPO is in jeopardy.”

“I’m so sorry.” I was. I positively ached with remorse. I just never thought anyone would actually read my book, let alone people in the tech industry. “If it weren’t for that blogger overhearing Roxanna talk about it, this wouldn’t be an issue. I didn’t plan this. I wouldn’t ever plan this. I am so sorry.”

“It complicates things. The reason we’re together is so that your good girl image can make me seem like an upstanding, responsible guy. And now you wrote this book that has everyone thinking we’re a sham. And then there are pictures of you dancing on a banquette.”

“What?” I gasped. He grinned wryly and handed me his iPhone. The picture was dark, but light and clear enough: I was standing on a banquette with Roxanna beside me; we were both singing along to the song, waving our arms, and sipping our glasses of champagne.

“That was from two hours ago!”

“I don’t want to do this, Jane but—” There was a tense moment of silence when the waiter arrived with another glass of Macallan, which Duke immediately sipped from.

“You’re going to pick your company over me,” I said flatly. Why, why, why did my heart ache to say the words? I knew from the start that things between us were just pretend. Except somewhere along the line, my feelings for him became all too real.

He gazed down at me, blue eyes full of sadness. That was what started to undo me—he did care. But I had fucked things up.

The champagne buzz was starting to wear off and a headache was taking its place.

“I want you both,” he said softly. “But things can’t go on like this. I can’t ask you to give up your work for mine. But I can’t slack off on Project-TK now. We’re prepping for the IPO, Jane. 20 billion dollars are on the line here. This is bigger than me and you.”

“I get it,” I murmured. And then, gazing into his eyes, I confessed: “I just don’t like it.”

This was the closest we’d come to talking about our feelings. What remained unspoken, but was finally understood, was that this was no longer just an act for either of us.

I could see it in his eyes. This guy liked me. Wanted me. Was tortured because of it. I could also see that his brilliant, billion dollar brain was coming up with an alternative course of action.

“Or . . .” he murmured, eyes lighting up. “We put the word out that we’ve broken up.”

Telling people we had broken up wasn’t the same as actually breaking up.

“Just thinking as a novelist here and not a jilted pretend girlfriend—do you think a break up right now will really quiet all the rumors that we faked a relationship so you could score a one hundred and fifty million dollar investment?”

“You wouldn’t be a jilted girlfriend. We could still see each other in secret.”

“A secret romance,” I murmured. “I’m the one who’s supposed to come up with that stuff.”

“Fodder for your next book,” he said with a grinned. “What do you say, Jane? Want to be my secret lover?”



Maya Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her mother’s insistence. She is now the author of numerous smart and sassy romance novels. A champion of the genre and its readers, she is also the author of the non-fiction book Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation Of Romance Novels, Explained and a co-founder of Lady Jane’s Salon, a national reading series devoted to romantic fiction. Maya lives in New York City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.

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January 2nd, 2014

Cafe Spotlights: Divided Loyalties by Lia Davis


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Trained to hunt rogues and protect the human race from the threat of shifters, Christa Baker is beginning to rethink her career choice. Especially when her niece and nephew—who she’s raised on her own—end up in the crossfire. Now she’s looking for a way out and disappear off Shield’s radar for good. She never thought her out would be a gorgeous wolf who kidnaps her after raiding Shield HQ.

Hayden Raines has always followed the rules. As the Ashwood Fall wolf Marshal, he has to set the example for those working under him. When he sets his sights on the beautiful human hunter things go downhill, fast. Fate has a funny way of turning things inside out—because the woman he kidnaps, the enemy he might need to protect his family from, just happens to be his mate.

Warning: Contains one woman on a path she’s not ready for, a man who thought things would be different, and a heated exchange that turns out to be the best thing ever.

Ashwood Falls reading order:

Winter Eve, #0.5

A Tiger’s Claim, #1

A Mating Dance, #2

Surrendering to the Alpha, #3

A Rebel’s Heart, #3.5


A snap of a twig had her spinning around into a defensive stance. Some of the tension loosened in her muscles as she stared into Hayden’s green eyes, eyes that glowed, indicating the wolf was close to the surface.

He stepped toward her, and she planted her feet, not daring to move. If she ran now, he’d chase her down. She didn’t want to know what he would do when he caught her.

Oh, she could guess by the way he prowled toward with a hunger in his eyes she’d never seen in any man.

The mating thing.

It had to be it. Shit.


A crooked grin was his reply before he stopped inches from her, looped one arm around her, and pulled her against his body, hard. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing through the seam of her lips. One of his hands glided up her back and into her hair, where he fisted a handful and pulled just enough to bring her into submission.

God, he tasted too good, like bittersweet chocolate.

He walked her backward until he had her pinned to the trunk of a large tree. Her skin felt as though it were on fire. Every inch of her was too sensitive, her body too aware of the dominating male who held her trapped.

In that moment she was too tired to fight. She wanted him like she’d wanted no one before. He ignited a need deep inside she couldn’t deny.

He broke the kiss and held her gaze for a brief moment. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

And she could fight the pull to him anymore. Breathless, she offered him a crooked smile and said, “Then don’t.”

She nipped at his lip, drawing a sensual smile from him. Her breath hitched at the sight.

He was gorgeous when he smiled.

Hayden dipped his head to place a kiss on her jaw then her neck and down. When he reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, he bit down. She cried out and fisted a hand in his hair. She felt her panties go damp as her pussy throbbed, needing his touch.

She moved against him. “Hayden.”

He growled softly and claimed her lips again as he unfastened her jeans. Breaking the kiss, he slid the denim down her legs, taking her panties with them.

She raised a foot to free one leg from the jeans. When she went to set it down, he gripped her ankle and draped it over his shoulder. Christa stopped breathing for a moment as she peered down into his green eyes. She held his gaze as he inched closer, taking his sweet-ass time.

Anticipation coiled in her belly and made the need to have him touch her, pet her, unbearable.

Patience wasn’t her strong suit, and this slow torture Hayden was putting her through was going to break her.

He kissed her thigh. She shuttered and closed her eyes. If he didn’t hurry the fuck up…


Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!

An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.

Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

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December 10th, 2013

Cafe Spotlight: In Bed With Mr. Perfect by Heidi Lynn Anderson


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Curvy Ann Griffin has a secret—she’s in love with her longtime best friend and business partner Joe Mathews. After suffering through a date from hell—which definitely wasn’t worth putting on her strangling shapewear for—Ann heads home. How was she supposed to know the night would end with her throwing herself into his arms and allowing him to fulfill her every fantasy?

What’s a guy to do when the woman he loves kisses him senseless? Go with it, that’s what. For more than a decade, Joe has fought back his needs for the voluptuous beauty. In his mind, the only thing missing in their relationship was the ability to explore every inch of her luscious body.

Although sleeping with Ann could destroy everything they have, Joe won’t allow that to happen. He knows they’re made for each other. Now he only needs to convince her.


“What the hell was I thinking?” Ann Griffin said as she tugged at the Lycra shapewear cutting off her circulation. She smoothed the black wrap dress over her hips and collapsed into a kitchen chair. “Remind me never to accept a date from a guy who’s just broken up with his girlfriend ever again.”

Leaning down, Joe Mathews pressed a kiss onto Ann’s cheek. “You should have stayed home with me.”

The soft brush of his lips heated Ann’s blood to boiling. Air jammed into her lungs. Every inch of her body burned with fresh yearning and mixed with desires she’d spent the evening trying to suppress.

Ever since he’d sat next to her in Business 101 over a decade ago her hormones had been doing the tango. Up until now, she’d been able to stamp down her lust for her best friend. But lately her need for him blazed inside her like an inferno needing something to consume. If she wasn’t careful, it would consume her.

She forced out the breath stuck in her chest. “Why didn’t you go out tonight?”

“The Patriots were playing the Jets.” Joe moved to the butcher-block countertop and opened a pink pastry box. “I take it your date didn’t go so well?”

He sliced a huge piece of double-chocolate cheesecake and set it in front of her.

“It was awful.” She pushed the yummy temptation back across the table.

* * * * *

She leaned on her elbows and sighed. “He seemed nice when we talked at the gym,” Ann said, referring to the business the two co-owned. To her way of thinking, if she had to suffer though the misery of dating someone who wasn’t Joe she might as well have something nice to look at.

“I’m sure he was.”

“Okay,” she admitted. “It didn’t hurt he was shirtless when we were talking. Maybe I don’t have the best judgment when I’m at your place of business.” She laid her head on the table. “I should just wait until after closing to do the accounting paperwork.”

“Mr. Perfect’s is your business too.” Joe’s strong hands clasped her shoulders and started to massage. “Besides I need all the help I can get.”

“I’m just a silent partner.”

“There’s nothing silent about our partnership.” His finger worked the knot at the base of her skull. ”God, you’re tight.”

A moan slipped past Ann’s lips. The needy pull in her core deepened with every caress of his fingers and her pussy filled with moist heat. She should let her hormones have their way. Perhaps then she wouldn’t be soaking through her shapewear on a daily basis.

Ignoring the throbbing pleasure between her legs, she lifted her head. “The gym has the revenue to hire someone to help you out, you know.”

“Why? It’s fine the way it is.”

The butterflies dive-bombing her stomach every time she was around Joe told her everything wasn’t fine. “For you maybe.”


November 14th, 2013

Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy Presents: Slow Ride Home by Leah Braemel

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With that being said…our author on deck this week is Leah Braemel’s Slow Ride Home

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Title: Slow Ride Home

Series: The Grady Legacy, Book One

Author: Leah Braemel

Publisher: Carina Press

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Western Romance

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Book one of The Grady Legacy

Losing his father was hard enough, but now Ben Grady must face the fact that he and his brother may not be sole owners of their beloved ranch. To protect his family’s legacy, he’s forced to rely on the legal prowess of the woman who stars in his erotic fantasies: Allie O’Keefe. Ben’s never forgotten the illicit encounter they shared fifteen years ago—or forgiven himself for letting her go.

Allie thought she’d moved beyond the scandal that cost her Ben in the past. But working so closely with the seductive rancher arouses the wild child within the cautious woman she’s become. Though she tries to keep business and pleasure separate, Allie soon gives in to temptation, and discovers Ben’s sensual skills surpass even her X-rated memories…

Allie has every intention of leaving Bull’s Hollow forever after her investigation is complete. But there are a few complications. Not the least of which is that while saving the ranch, Allie’s lost her heart.



The thirty minutes he’d aimed for turned out to be two hours, even though he’d busted ass to get through the chores. Ben released the breath he’d been holding when he saw her waiting on the porch, wearing one of his old tees like a dress, and beneath the shirt a pair of his silk boxers some girlfriend or other had given him and actually expected him to wear.

“Hey, you.” She uncurled from the chair she’d been sitting in. “I was about to start the party without you.”

He let his gaze wander the length of her thighs, over her trim knees and calves and down to her bare feet, her nails painted in a shimmery gold. While he loved her fuck-me high heels, Allie’s bare feet were downright sexy.

After her earlier flip-flopping about their relationship or whatever it was, he’d decided she was thinking too much. He’d also decided he needed to keep her concentrating so hard on something else she didn’t have time to think. Only thing he could think of to distract her was…well, sex. It always distracted him from his worries.

A woman wanted romance, he figured, rather than the wham-bamming he’d given her the last two times. Tonight he’d take it slow, make it all about her. With a few twists just to keep her mind occupied on what he was doing. He reached behind his seat and pulled out a new hank of rope. He didn’t plan to use it but figured it would keep her mind working on what and when he’d tie her up while he slowly romanced her.

“I thought I told you to be naked when I got home.”

Her eyes widened. “You did not.”

“Then I’m tellin’ you now.” With a casualness he didn’t feel, Ben ambled toward the porch. “You’d better not be wearing a stitch by the time I reach you.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll tie you up and spank you.”

Her gaze darted to the rope he’d hooked over his shoulder. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Keep those clothes on and you’ll find out.”

Sweet baby Jesus, he just about swallowed his tongue when she grasped the bottom of his tee and pulled it over her head, then shimmied out of the silk briefs and stepped out of the whole bundle.

He damned near tripped over his own feet when she folded her arms beneath her breasts, the action pressing the luscious globes together. The plans to gently romance her tonight went up in a puff of smoke, replaced with a caveman-like need to get her on her hands and knees and mount her like a stallion. “Inside. Upstairs. On my bed. Now.”

“Wow, you’re in full Me Tarzan, You Jane mode, aren’t you?”

He opened the front door and pointed. “Inside. Upstairs. On my bed. Now.” He couldn’t help that his voice had lowered or that he sounded like he’d sucked a day’s worth of smoke. Right now words were the last thing he could formulate.

“You’d better not be planning on sleeping ever again if I’m nearby, cowboy. Because you’ll wake up naked and hogtied. On your front lawn.” Lifting her chin, she strutted through the door and up the stairs.

On the landing near the top of the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled archly at him standing at the bottom of the stairs, struggling to take off his boots. “I still think you’re bluffing about tying me up.”

“I’m not bluffing.” He had been bluffing but now he couldn’t get the image out of his brain. Her, with her hands tied behind her back, kneeling in front of him, sucking on his dick. Or on her back with her hands and feet bound to the bedposts, leaving her spread open for whatever he wanted. What the hell had happened to slow and easy romancin’? “Last warning, darlin’. If you’re not on my bed when I reach the bedroom, I will tie you up.”

“Promises, promises.” Her laugh echoing off the stairwell, she disappeared up the last three steps and out of sight.

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