June 2015

2015...what can I say? I had a work schedule that really worked for my writing, but I lost it. Then I had nothing but writing time, a good thing. Promoting Alpha in Disguise and writing Sadie's Surrender and Rebel's Claw were a piece of cake. Now the pendulum has swung in the opposite direction and I have very little writing time. I hope I can get my balanced schedule back someday. In 2014 and 2015 I got out 3 releases a year. I even have one on backlog. I'll need it because writing will slow down. I hate the reality of it, but keeping a roof over my head has to come first. The only certainty is I will never stop writing. So when the releases slow down, please be patient.

When his fingers tangled on the waistband of her panties, her legs trembled and her cleft burned with need. For the first time, she wished she owned lacy, feminine lingerie instead of boring, practical underwear.

“These are so sexy,” he whispered as if reading her mind. “So perfect on you.”

She gasped when his finger dipped under the white fabric, probing and swirling over swollen flesh. Her head thrashed on the pillow. Surely, she didn’t deserve such pleasure. With each caress, he promised even more. Completely disconnected from reality, she hovered over an abyss.

Don’t let me go.

She craved him every night, to make her forget everything causing her pain. With an instinct of their own, her hips danced as sinuously as a snake’s. His finger slipped inside, thrusting deep. If her pleasure was electricity, he’d light her up for miles.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the rock-hard bulge in his jeans. She shied away when he unzipped himself, but he pressed his bare cock into her palm. Lord, she’d never felt anything so hot. So alive. A trail of juice seeped from her core.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?” he whispered in her ear.

Their chests bucked and swelled against each other from their hard breathing. She felt as if she’d run the length of the ranch a hundred times.

“Y-yes, Roark.”

“Then grab my wallet off the nightstand since you’re closer to it.”

Her body tensed. He didn’t plan to pay her like a prostitute, did he? Daddy definitely wouldn’t approve. He wouldn’t look kindly on a one-night stand, either.

“There’s a condom in it,” he added.

When she twisted away from his hot skin, the contrast of the cool air caused her to shiver. Clumsier than ever, she dropped the wallet on the bed. It opened, revealing several pictures in plastic sleeves. She couldn’t resist flipping through them. Did he have a girlfriend? Hopefully not a wife. Hopping cow patties. She hadn’t even thought to ask about that.

Too late to back out now.

The people were all ages and shared a similar look to him, so she assumed they were family. She could hardly concentrate, with him stroking her back and grinding his wonderful hardness against her buttocks.

“You’re taking too damn long,” he muttered against her hair. “I’m about to take you, condom or not.”

“H-hold on a second,” she replied.

When she spotted the last picture, the heat in her body turned to ice. She blinked, hoping she’d seen it wrong, but the image only became clearer. Her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the face of a reddish-haired man with a beard. Nausea twisted her gut while a lone coyote howled in the distance. The remembered sensation of mud and blisters floated across her hands….

Oh, dear Lord. It was him! The face of the creature she’d killed.

“Ogden, I came to say good-bye.”

“Damn.” His tanned face turned pale. “Let’s go inside and discuss it.”

Realizing he was fighting to keep his mate, her heart fluttered in her chest. They stepped into his office and closed the door. The room had his stamp all over it.

Bits of wood, tools, dusty papers, and rags littered the worktable, and the air smelled woody and masculine.

But he didn’t seem to have conversation on his mind. Instead, his strong arms slipped around her.

“Don’t go,” he whispered in her hair.

His woodsy scent, mixed with his lust, made her dizzy. Her fingers dug into the back of his coarse cotton shirt. Against her will, her nails clawed the fabric, pulling it out of his jeans. They eyed each other, two predators circling a kill.

“Convince me,” she whispered.

In reply, his mouth surged against hers, the force knocking her back against his file cabinets. His tongue breached her mouth, claiming her so fast her breath faltered. While she tangled her fingers in his tousled chestnut hair, broad hands squeezed her breasts, bringing her nipples to rock-hard points. With her heart thundering in her ears, she unbuttoned her shirt before he could rip the buttons off this one, too.

Panting hard, he paused to ask, “When can you conceive?”

“D-during the full moon,” she replied, struggling for her own breath. “It’s safe now.”

He jerked down the zipper of her jeans and spun her around. “Then hang on!”

As she bent over and grabbed the two nearest metal handles, her swollen breasts tumbled out of her bra. Hot moisture flooded her core. No matter how many penises she allowed inside her, for whatever reasons, she vowed she would only remember his.

“Just this once,” she gasped as he tugged down her jeans. “I can’t stay.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” he ground out as he grabbed her hips, keeping her immobile. “You’re my mate, and you’re going to stay here where you belong.”

The slippery head of his cock brushed her buttocks, scorching her sensitive skin before he plunged it home. He filled her cunt with the force of a sledgehammer, making her cry out. Any doubts she had about the man being a Dominant evaporated.

“You’re no Omega, Ogden Woods.” Her voice cracked as he pulled out and plunged back in. “You’re a Dominant in an Omega’s clothing. Why?”

Because one of them had to drive the boat, their passion couldn’t go any further. It was enough. Henry kissed and caressed her like he truly desired her. Anything more would complicate their lives.

His fingers dug into her backside, hungry and possessive. Her hips danced with the waves, pulling her hot, wet panties against her aching folds. The throb of the engine vibrated up each leg, straight to her clitoris. Her thighs trembled, desperate to spread and guide him into her soaked depths.

“I can smell your musk through the salt air.” He ground against her. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”

She moaned against the wind. Her nipples hardened, stiff enough to bore holes through Leroy’s old shirt.

“We have to drive the boat. Besides, I’m sure you can find someone prettier and smaller when you decide to be with a woman again.”

“If you belittle yourself one more time, I’ll throw you overboard.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. “Besides, I’m not exactly small myself.”

Both her fingers and belly clenched as the craft crested a wave. A wild look burned from his dark blue eyes. With his wind-tossed, damp hair, he resembled a sea god. He definitely wasn’t small. His tall, muscular frame must weigh at least two hundred pounds, and the bulge in her hand wasn’t tiny, either. It would fill her up and then some.

She needed to see him completely nude someday, as he’d seen her.

To her surprise, he unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his rigid cock. When he rubbed it against her thigh, she trapped it under her palm. The pink flesh burned away the cold in her fingers. Hot fluid leaked down the shaft, lubricating her strokes.

“Oh, Sadie. God, Sadie,” he moaned, thrusting harder. “I’ve got to have you.”

His entire body bucked so hard, she feared they’d capsize.

Next, he unbuttoned her trousers and tugged them down. Her skin tingled with goose bumps against the cool air. She felt even more naked here than she had lying on his bed. Dare she surrender a second time?

“Henry, what are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he peeled off his poncho and draped it around their waists. Her pulse sped up. The man was out of control, and she loved it. Gasping, she gripped the steering wheel. He’d distracted her so much, they zig-zagged toward the shore instead of staying in the middle of the channel.

He palmed her buttocks and dragged the scorching head of his gorgeous cock across her. She figured he planned to rub himself against her again. Fine with her. His arousal excited her so much, she was a breath away from climaxing, too.

She moaned when the round head of his bare shaft slid across her folds.

“I think you’d better stop now, Henry!”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He groaned, his voice throbbing through her bones like the boat engine. “How long we’ve both wanted it?”

The head nudged her clitoris, massaging it back and forth.

“Henry!” Sobbing, she clenched the wheel. “You have to stop. For one thing, you’re not wearing a—”

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