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New Release! Notorious Woman!

06 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by elizaknight in Books, Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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Happy release day to my alter ego, Annabelle Weston! Today the 3rd book in the Desert Heat series released!

notoriouswoman_msrNotorious Woman…

Kate has a bad reputation. Since her pa’s murder, she’s been a whip-wielding, ball-busting hellcat, determined to prove she can run a ranch just as well as any man. Then her little sister goes and hires a new foreman—a foreman who makes Kate tingle in places she shouldn’t be tingling, not if she wants to keep up a tough façade. When Jake takes liberties by kissing her—never mind where he kisses her—she clocks him in the chin then hopes he’ll kiss her some more. What’s happening to her?

Jake isn’t just at the ranch to help run the place. He made a bet he could tame Kate, a bet that would give him the money he needs for his own piece of land. He never expected her to be so ornery…or taste so sweet. And he never expected to like her more when she’s cantankerous. Unfortunately, it’s a bet he can’t afford to lose, even though he’s already lost his heart.

Inside Scoop: This historical romp is a sexy Western take on The Taming of the Shrew.

An Excerpt From: NOTORIOUS WOMAN

Copyright © ANNABELLE WESTON, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

About a quarter mile from the gate, he came upon a farmhouse, what appeared to be a bunkhouse on the left and a shed for a farrier on the right. Both could use a coat of fresh stucco. As Jake rode up to the house, he came to the conclusion these ladies were over their pretty little heads.

A chicken coop listed to one side. A few chickens scratched the dry earth. He doubted they laid a decent egg to breakfast on. The first winter storm would most likely knock the coop over. No self-respecting coyote would have any trouble breaking in and helping himself to a not-so-plump chicken dinner.

There was a good-sized barn with an empty corral behind it. Beyond the corral, a pasture where livestock should be grazing. He frowned. The girls had no idea how to run a ranch and obviously that idiot of a foreman who had worked for their pa didn’t either. Nobody had done a lick of work in a long time. Damn good thing he’d come along when he did. He’d fix the place right up.

Whoa there, boy! What was he doing? Thinking like that would have him trying to make a permanent home out of Crowley ranch. That wasn’t how it was going to be. He was going to win this wager and then get on to Texas where the real cattlemen lived. In his pocket would be a fat purse—enough to buy his own place.

Best to keep his goal in mind, else he’d wind up draining his blood and sweat on this spread with nothing to show for his effort.

Kate Crowley came out on her porch carrying a lit coal-oil lamp as the sun was about to set. She wore riding clothes and a hat. Thankfully, he didn’t see any whip or other weapon.

A gust of wind whipped her loose hair and reddened her cheeks. He had to admit she made a picture of Western country womanhood any man would be itching to come home to. The fact that for a split-second he thought of coming home to her disturbed him greatly.

Her eyes met his and he couldn’t help but notice taut nipples beneath her blouse. Jake sucked in a breath, his own body reacting with sudden lust. She drew a wool shawl tighter around her shoulders. It hugged her curves and gave the impression of vulnerability. She appeared sturdy enough, he reckoned, but there was no mistaking she was holding her own against a stacked deck.

“You found us,” she said kindly. In the dying light, Jake could see the gratitude reflected in her eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” Jake tipped his hat. He couldn’t afford to be sorry for her plight. Like he’d told the boys at the saloon, her dilemma wasn’t his concern. In six weeks, he’d be a man of means. Most likely, the sisters would be on their way back East, where ladies belonged. “You here to check on my sobriety?”

“Do I need to?”

He chuckled. She gave as good as she got.

“Come with me,” she said and stepped down from her perch. “I’ll show you where to put your gear.”

Like a general who’d just given orders, she marched off, her head high. He couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. No matter how much she tried to be one of the boys, this woman had virtues no man could ignore.

Resolve twitched his lips as he pictured her walking like that without any clothes on. Her ass would sway and dimple with each step. He imagined the curve of her bottom as he held her. Damn if he didn’t wonder what she’d be like underneath him. Would her fire scorch him?

His cock grew hard, pressing uncomfortably against his denim. He adjusted his stance, giving himself a chance to settle down.

Jake led Rascal to the bunkhouse where Kate stood waiting by the open door. She went inside, hung the lantern on a wooden peg and set the bedding on the nearest bunk. Her hands lingered a moment on the rough mattress, and seeing her bent over like that, Jake had the urge to come up behind her and press his aching cock against the curve of her buttocks.

Clearing his throat, hoping to gain some control of his lust, he asked, “Where are the other wranglers?” Jake poked his head inside.

“There aren’t any others,” she said, furrowing her forehead.

He raised a brow. She had to be joking. “You hired me to be a foreman. You mean to tell me I’m the only hombre working here?”

Her lips pressed together as she watched him, almost as if she was annoyed that he would question her. But question her he would. This was not the job he’d agreed to. Foreman was one thing. Doing the job of a dozen wranglers wasn’t.

“You’re our only employee. We can’t afford to hire any more help right now.”

“How in the heck do you expect to get the considerable amount of work that needs doing finished by the time winter rolls in?” He stared hard at her. “Which will be sooner than you think.”

Kate stepped forward, her shoulders pulled back, breasts pushed tight against her blouse. The intent he knew was to appear taller, stronger, but instead she looked hotter than hell and had him thinking of hauling her into his arms to feel the softness pressed against him. “I intend to do my share of the work. My sister too.”

Jake let out a whistle. “You must be joshing. I can’t bring cows down from these hills with a couple of women.”

Her eyes glowed in the lamplight. “That’s exactly what we are going to do, Mr. Madden. Are you telling me you’re not able to do the job?”

Jake pushed his hat back on his head. Was she questioning his abilities? He didn’t like what he saw but he wasn’t going to back down with so much at stake.

“I didn’t think so.” She rested her hands on her hips. Ample, curving hips. “You can put your horse in the barn.”

“No thanks. He’ll do fine in the corral. No use spoiling him.”

“Suit yourself.”

When she brushed past him, heat encompassed him. Instinctively Jake reached out, stopping her. She glanced up at him, fire filling her eyes. He breathed deep. She smelled of flowers, sugar. Gripping a tendril of her loose hair, he twirled it around his fingers.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was soft, husky, giving away that she was more affected by his simple touch than her words showed.

What was he doing? He wanted to kiss her. To touch her.

Instead Jake shook his head, pulling himself from whatever spell had overtaken him. He blinked a few times, dropping his hand to his side.

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Six Sentence Sunday!

02 Sunday Dec 2012

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Happy Sunday 🙂

It’s time for Six Sentences! This week, I’m featuring some sentences from my latest novellette release, HIGHLANDER BRAWN, a steamy, quick read! In this scene, because they were caught in a less than proper situation, Sorcha’s brother Drostan is forcing her to wed Laird Reed Campbell. This scene is from Reed’s point-of-view.

ImageHis bride stood with a dagger in each hand and a glare that nearly had him running for cover. Her auburn hair looked afire atop her head since the curls had come unbound from her ribbons.

“I suppose those daggers are meant for me, lass?” he said.

Drostan stood to the side, wearing an expression of pure amusement.

“Aye. Dinna come any closer.”

The sequel to Highland Steam.

Sorcha never thought she’d be married, let alone to Reed Campbell, leader of a rival clan. But when her brother and Campbell form a truce—and she finds herself kissing Campbell in her bedchamber—her brother insists on a marriage. And Campbell insists on having Sorcha in his bed. Though she vowed never to fall in love, she can’t resist his strong arms and hot kisses—or the way he spanks her when provoked. And oh, she provokes him. As much and as often as possible.

Campbell has never cared for weak women. Is it any wonder his desire for the sword-wielding, knife-throwing Sorcha consumes him so completely? The lass may say she doesn’t like him, but the way she writhes and moans beneath him proves otherwise. He’s determined to have her in every way—and in every position—it’s possible to have a woman. But first he needs to win her fierce, feisty heart.

Read it from…

Ellora’s Cave: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10494-highlander-brawn.aspx

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Highlander-Brawn-ebook/dp/B00A8MOAKG

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-highlanderbrawn-1005876-144.html

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Wednesday’s Hot Day!

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by elizaknight in Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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Highlander Brawn, Highlander Steam

Well hello! I’m trying something new here 🙂 A hot scene every Wednesday!

Today’s scene is from my latest release, HIGHLANDER BRAWN… Its filled with sexual tension which I love to write 🙂

A thunderous clap sounded behind her as her door was thrust open with such power it ricocheted against the wall.

“What the devil?” She whirled around and came face-to-face with the man himself.
Her heart skipped a beat and fear trickled along her spine. Gooseflesh rose along her arm. She took him in with wide eyes. “What are ye doing in my chamber? Get out!” She pointed at the door and shoved at his hard chest with her other hand.

“What am I doing? Ye have the nerve to question me after ye nearly killed my mount?”

Again, she rolled her eyes to heaven and tucked her arms across her chest. She tapped her foot against the wooden planks of the floor. “I didna nearly kill your mount at all. I aimed for the exact spot I hit.”

He laughed, his expression a storm of anger, belying the lighthearted sound. “I doubt that.”

Inside, her pride was crushed but she cared not for his thoughts on it. She knew her own skills and wasn’t a braggart. She lifted her chin a notch, refusing to respond to him.

He stepped forward, only a foot away. His heat consumed her, making her want to step the rest of the way so they would be touching, chest to chest, hip to hip. As the thought pummeled through her mind, her body reacted. Nipples tightened, ached. Her cunny grew slick, clenched with the need to be filled. Her breaths quickened. She bit her lip then swallowed hard, stunned by her reaction to him.

“Ye’re a hellion in need of discipline.” His voice was husky, low, a sound that stroked her insides into flames.

And yet she hated him for the words he emitted. Hated him more for the vivid thought of being hauled across his knees as he spanked her bare arse. Hated that the image sent chills of yearning racing along her spine. Her body was betraying her… This was not part of her plan. She didn’t want this. She knew firsthand the pain of falling in love.

And yet… She desired him. But she also felt a deeper connection than just yearning. Somehow, her mind called out to his, and likewise, when he looked at her, she felt the same draw from him. There could never be anything between them. Sorcha could not ever explore what those feelings meant. She would not allow herself to fall in love. However, she would permit touching—just once—to satisfy her curiosity.

She stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Without another thought, she pressed against him, licked her lips. “Then I hope ye will be the one to dole out my punishment.”

*~*~*

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ABOUT THE BOOK…

The sequel to Highland Steam.

Sorcha never thought she’d be married, let alone to Reed Campbell, leader of a rival clan. But when her brother and Campbell form a truce—and she finds herself kissing Campbell in her bedchamber—her brother insists on a marriage. And Campbell insists on having Sorcha in his bed. Though she vowed never to fall in love, she can’t resist his strong arms and hot kisses—or the way he spanks her when provoked. And oh, she provokes him. As much and as often as possible.

Campbell has never cared for weak women. Is it any wonder his desire for the sword-wielding, knife-throwing Sorcha consumes him so completely? The lass may say she doesn’t like him, but the way she writhes and moans beneath him proves otherwise. He’s determined to have her in every way—and in every position—it’s possible to have a woman. But first he needs to win her fierce, feisty heart.

Read it from…

Ellora’s Cave: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10494-highlander-brawn.aspx

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Highlander-Brawn-ebook/dp/B00A8MOAKG

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-highlanderbrawn-1005876-144.html

 

 

 

Self-Published Interview Series: Nicole North!

26 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by elizaknight in Erotic Romance, Self-Published Author Interview Series, Uncategorized

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ImageIt’s Monday, which means it’s time for another self-published interview! This week, I’d like to introduce you to my good friend, Nicole North, author of sizzling hot erotic romance. Her most recent release, Guilty Cravings, was HAWT, and I was so pleased to be able to read it and give a cover quote. Just loved it!

PUBLISHING QUESTIONS…

What was the deciding factor in self-publishing your book(s)? Did you decide on ebook or print only or both?

Since my newest novella and my self-published short story are so short, I’m doing them in ebook only right now. I might eventually put Guilty Cravings into print since it’s 41,000 words. In length, it’s sort of on the line between novella and novel. Or I might create an anthology for print. As for the deciding factor, I wanted to keep complete control of my story, Guilty Cravings. I wanted to be able to decide on the title, the character names, the cover, what went into the book and what didn’t. If you’re with a publisher, often they will want lots of changes that have nothing to do with the quality of the story.

What inspired Guilty Cravings and your hot, bad boy undercover cop hero?

I love bad boys! There’s something sexy, irresistible and forbidden about them. We were always warned to stay away from them. Bad boys ignore the rules, seduce the good girls and do whatever they want. They don’t really care what others think of them. Nick Sullivan, the hero of Guilty Cravings, is like that. He’s an undercover narcotics detective so, of course, he obeys the laws but he still bends or breaks a few rules from time to time. He probably ticks off his boss fairly often with his unconventional methods or risks he takes. Nick was inspired by those bad boy rock stars from a few years ago, and he uses a rock band as a cover. Nick reveals that he’s been a hell-raiser his whole life and had a hard time staying out of trouble as a kid and teenager… always breaking windows, crashing cars, being suspended from school and the like. That’s part of the reason he’s never been able to please his upper-class parents. They didn’t approve of his choices, even if his main objective now, at twenty-eight, is to keep kids away from drugs so they won’t destroy their lives before they’re truly old enough to make such drastic decisions. Nick may be a bad boy, but he has a personal code of honor, a heart of gold, and he believes in treating a woman like a princess.

What did you do to promote your work?

I’ve been giving away my erotic romance short story, Storm of Passion. It may still be free from some ebook sellers such as Amazon, Kobo or iTunes.  If so, please grab a copy.

Can you list some Pros/Cons of self-publishing?

Pros: Control! If something about your book is not working, change it. We’ve all heard the rumors of someone’s book from a publisher failing because of a bad cover. Well, guess what, they don’t get a new one. Bad blurb? Sorry, you have to keep the one we created no matter how it affects sales. With self-publishing you don’t fall into that trap. If the cover is not connecting with readers, buy or create a new one. Bad blurb? Write a new one and upload it in seconds. A problem with the story comes to light? Edit it and upload a new version. Publishers often will price books very high. With self-publishing, you can price the ebook low and still earn more money because the royalty percent is higher. You have complete freedom.

Cons: There are expenses associated with self-publishing. If you don’t have a bunch of very skilled editing friends and critique partners, you’ll need to hire an editor. If you can’t design covers or format, you’ll need to hire someone for those jobs. But I haven’t found any of this to be a big deal. I’ve learned how to make covers and format.

What advice can you offer to anyone deciding to self-publish?

First, make sure your writing is ready for publication. I’ve heard of a few people being interested in self-publishing who have not been in the writing trenches very long. Make sure you have your craft down and that you know how to write a good story before pursuing self-publishing. I had been writing for many years, had entered and finaled in several contests, judged contests, taken dozens of workshops, taught workshops, been in several critique groups, received dozens of rejections from editors and agents, had six books published by reputable publishers all before I published on my own. I’m not saying you have to do all that. Just be sure your book is ready.

READER QUESTIONS…

What genre(s) do you write in? How many books do you have out? Titles?

I write erotic romance set in various time periods and locations. Generally, they have either a lot or a little paranormal. My two self-published books, Storm of Passion and Guilty Cravings, are contemporary. I have six books out from publishers: Devil in a Kilt, Red Sage Secrets Volume 27 Untamed Pleasures; Beast in a Kilt, Red Sage Secrets Volume 29 Indulge Your Fantasies; Scoundrel in a Kilt, Red Sage Secrets Volume 30 Desires Unleashed; Kilted Lover (Red Sage); Laird of Darkness (Carina Press); Blade of the Wolf (Ellora’s Cave)

Where can readers find you?

www.nicolenorth.com

http://www.facebook.com/NicoleNorthBooks

http://www.facebook.com/nicolenorth1

Where can readers find your books? Print/Ebook?

Storm of Passion (check to see if it’s still free!) at Amazon: http://amzn.com/B0056396E2

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/storm-of-passion/id449653919?mt=11

Guilty Cravings at Amazon: http://amzn.com/B009PXTCQ6

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guilty-cravings/id572329401?mt=11

B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guilty-cravings-nicole-north/1113483208?ean=2940015488722

These and my publisher books (both print and ebook) are also available at most other book sellers such as B&N, Diesel, Kobo, Book Depository, etc.

ImageDo you enjoy reading self-published books? Erotic romance? I’ll give away an ebook copy of my newest sizzling-hot, erotic romance novella, Guilty Cravings, to one commenter.

Guilty Cravings: To Detective Nick Sullivan, Emily Grant was a forbidden temptation from the first moment he saw her three years ago…when she married his brother, Jared. Even after their divorce, Nick kept his distance, unwilling to betray his brother. But now that Jared’s been murdered because of an ancient erotic artifact and someone is threatening Emily, Nick can’t stay away.

Even though Nick’s a bad boy undercover cop, Emily, a wedding coordinator, knows she can trust him above all others to protect her and catch her ex’s murderer. Although Nick is determined to keep his hands off her, and Emily knows a fling with him would be insane, both find it impossible to ignore the scorching attraction that burns between them. She’s been fantasizing about him handcuffing her to a bed for three years. Could she handle it if her fantasies actually came true? Although Nick is resistant to crossing the ultimate boundary and claiming Emily for his own, when magical erotic forces come into play, neither can deny what they’ve craved for so long.

SCANDALOUS WOMAN now available!!!

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by elizaknight in Annabelle Weston, Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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YAY!!!! I’m so excited for the release of the second book in Annabelle Weston’s Desert Heat series — SCANDALOUS WOMAN. Another emotionally gripping, gritty–and of course completely HOT, western erotic romance.

Book Blurb:

Carly Buchanan knows who and what she is. She’s the owner of the Lonesome Saloon, a bawdy place in the harsh West where any man can have his darkest desires fulfilled—for a price. But life at a saloon isn’t easy. After hearing too much one night, Carly is caught in the middle of a deadly dispute. Now no-accounts are shooting up the streets, good men are dying and no one will do a thing about it.

Until he comes to town…

Sheriff Jeddah Poole is lethally serious about cleaning up Tucson. But he can’t stop thinking of Carly’s bright eyes and passionate nature…or the way her lush curves feel pressed beneath him as he takes her again and again and again. In a town on the brink, caught in a divine passion they can’t escape, Jed and Carly have only each other to rely on. And only their love can help them survive.

Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10174-scandalous-woman.aspx

Click here to read an excerpt:  http://www.jasminejade.com/productspecs/9781419938481.htm

Doing a bit of a bar jig and singing a bawdy song!

Wicked Woman Released today!

19 Wednesday Oct 2011

Posted by elizaknight in Annabelle Weston, Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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At long last, the book, WICKED WOMAN, my writing partner and I wrote and rewrote and rewrote, under the name Annabelle Weston, is finally available!

ABOUT THE BOOK:

There are some things a man can’t walk away from. Nathan Bender is on a quest for vengeance. What he finds is sexy saloon-dolly O’Dell Murphy. She holds the information he needs—and becomes a temptation he can’t resist.

O’Dell longs for a respectable life outside the saloon. When the man Nathan is searching for steals O’Dell’s savings, she has no choice but to go after him.

Torn between passion and revenge, Nathan reluctantly accompanies O’Dell through the Sonoran Desert. There are some things a man can’t walk away from—and Nathan is finding it’s not revenge that binds him. It’s O’Dell, and the wicked, sinful pleasure she provides.

Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and a brief depiction of rape.

An Excerpt From: WICKED WOMAN

Copyright © ANNABELLE WESTON, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Nathan’s gaze shifted to a strawberry-maned dolly who’d sidled up next to him, dressed in dark-red silk with black lace that showed off her handsome figure. A black feather swayed in her curls. She’d painted her lips and eyes and had a fair amount of red powder dabbed on her cheeks.

She was a damn fine-looking woman—hell, his cock did a little twitch in his britches—but he was in no mood for company.

The barkeep set one of the shot glasses in front of him and poured out a full glass.

“Make that two,” Nathan said, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this dolly knew something about three men passing through and talking big.

“Say thanks.” She winked at him with amber-colored eyes. When she’d been served, she lifted her glass. “Here’s to a long and dusty trail.”

Nathan lifted his whiskey and she clinked glasses as if this were some kind of celebration.

He threw back the entire glass and relished the burn in his throat all the way down to his innards.

“Alvin, bring over the bottle,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk sheets. “This hombre looks thirsty.”

The barkeep set a half-full bottle on the bar. She poured Nathan a second glass, her soft fingers brushing against his as she handed it to him. Just that single touch sent lightning to boil his blood. He gritted his teeth against the desire even the briefest of contact could create. What was with him? The woman’s hand touched his and he wanted to toss her on top the bar and make her entire body shake and shiver again and again. He shook his head. He was here for a drink, nothing more.

“My name is O’Dell.” She turned her bare shoulder in his direction, a move calculated to entice a man.

“Nathan.”

Her eyes sparkled as she licked a drop of whiskey off her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed in on the pink tongue, imagining what else that tongue could do.

Goddamn, man. Your family’s been annihilated and all you can do is think of sex. Guilt was usually just the thing to tamp down a man’s desire but not with this woman… There was something about her. He felt she could take all his pain away with her touch. And that tongue…

He had to turn away before he licked her lip too.

“You got a last name?” She trailed a hand along his arm and nipped at his ear.

He swallowed hard as a shiver raced along his flesh. “Nathan Bender.”

She leaned her back against the bar and rested both elbows on it, giving Nathan a better view of her wares. His breath hitched up a notch. Large pink breasts showed from the tight bodice of her bawdy gown and pushed beyond the limits of propriety. Without too much effort, he could make out the rosy rims of her nipples.

She was taller than the average woman and appeared to be twenty-five or six. He could be wrong. Saloon life aged a woman and this dolly had some wear on her. No amount of paint could cover the creases in the corners of her eyes or the lines around her lips.

But age didn’t appear to have dampened her spirit—nor did it detract from her appeal.

She pressed her soft breasts against his arm, her eyes begging for him to stroke her. Without thinking, he palmed her breast, his thumb sliding over her turgid nipple. Her smile was infectious, her eyes darkened with desire, but he pulled his hand away, turned his attention to his drink, hating how he could be so easily tempted.

His gaze wandered back to take a second look. How long had it been since he’d slid between the sheets with a woman? Too long. He imagined this fiery redhead lifting her skirts for him, turning over a barstool and raising her plump creamy bottom up in the air so he could take her from behind. He almost groaned aloud.

Her glossy, vibrant hair bespoke of the fire in her spirit, and the wicked glint in her amber eyes spoke of fire in the bedroom too. Her luscious curves didn’t help matters. He couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering how her ass would feel as he gripped it in his hands.

And from the way she was gazing at him, she knew every little detail he was thinking. She captivated him. She had just what a man needed—if he didn’t have more important considerations to attend to, which he did.

That flame-gold hair captured his imagination—his hands running through it, tugging her head to the side so he could sample the flavor of her neck. He stifled the urges most men were a slave to, picked up his glass and threw the molten lava down. He swallowed and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.

She wiggled against him. “I haven’t seen you in the Lonesome before, Nathan Bender.”

“I’m not from around here,” he finally said, noting his voice sounded gravelly. His cock strained the fabric of his britches. Hell, he needed to get control of himself. He was acting like a farm boy with his first dairy maid.

She nodded, sliding her hands along his chest and down over his stomach. “You look like you’ve been on the trail a while.”

“Just got in from driving a herd to Abilene.”

“Is that so?” She moved her hands lower, resting them on his thighs before boldly sliding up to grip his erection, stroking his length through the fabric of his pants. “Will you be wanting a room, then? You and me can have a little fun—actually, a lot of fun from the size of things.”

Nathan’s eyes closed for a brief second as she stroked him into oblivion. He wanted to say yes, if only to lose himself for a moment, to forget the past twenty-four hours. He leaned forward, the space of a breath between their lips. She closed the distance, her mouth, tangy with whiskey, settling on his. Her tongue flicked out teasingly at the corners of his lips, her hand still rigorously stroking his cock.

He placed his hands on her hips. She didn’t resist as he tugged her closer. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her head. He settled instead for the sweet spot behind her ear. Slid his tongue to her shoulder and then to the creamy mounds of her breasts.

She moaned and replaced her hands with the junction of her thighs—the heat of which he could feel through both of their clothes. Her hands rested on his shoulder, encouraging him further. He nipped at the fleshy tops of her breasts and then tugged her gown just a fraction of an inch and was rewarded with a sweet pink nipple in his mouth.

Cheers went up around the saloon, pulling Nathan back to the present. What was he doing? Was he going to screw the pain away? Would rutting this saloon wench in front of a crowd help him find his brother’s killer? The answer was no.

He pulled away, leaving O’Dell watching him, and his cock throbbing to plant itself deep inside her. He turned back to the whiskey. The drink didn’t expect shit from him—it just had to be drunk.

Nothing against her, but grief had left him a cold bastard and a woman’s touch had lost its appeal. Surprisingly, the woman didn’t leave. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her move on to some other bastard willing to pay for a fuck but she didn’t. Instead, concern flickered in her eyes.

He grabbed the bottle and poured himself another drink. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Perhaps I can help.”

Nathan clutched the glass. “Perhaps you can.”

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