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Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
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Blurb
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EROTICA
A big truck rolled into town. The cowboy wore a black Stetson.
Tristan McKay. He knows how to tie her up, but she refuses to be the
woman to tie him down.
Jaycee Craven hasn't had hot, tie-me-up sex since Tristan left town.
Okay, so six weeks ago she'd told him to go to hell. Now he's back in
her one-horse town for the rodeo, only she's the one who's about to get
more than an 8-second ride.
Tristan McKay walked away, but he never had any intention of
staying gone. Jaycee's temper flares with the same intensity as her
arousal and he's been burned by both. Trouble is--he likes playing with
fire.
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Excerpt
Erotica
Jaycee liked Tristan's presence next to her, comforting and warm like a southern wind. But those warm winds could bring dangerous storms. And she worried at the thundering of her pulse. Falling back in with him would cause her nothing but grief.
Some aspects would feel damn good. They'd always had adventures, in and out of bed. It wasn't until she'd seen him entangled with Heather that she realized her heart had become invested. Women shouldn't love men like Tristan. Rodeos, buckle bunnies, always away from home. She shook her head. Rodeo cowboys promised nothing but heartache.
"What are you thinking?" He draped an arm around her shoulders, and her tummy fluttered.
"Wondering why you're here." She stopped and gazed up into his whisky-colored irises. He stared back, his eyes darkening with smoldering heat. Her breath caught and her knees weakened. His lips were firm yet soft and knew just how to kiss, not only her mouth, but her neck, breasts, and damn, what he did to her pussy.
"My rigging bag is in my truck." His lips moved, but all she could focus on was how much she needed that mouth on her body.
"Damn it." She took a step closer, wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, and branded her lips to his. His hat tipped back on her head, and he angled their faces.
Tristan groaned and pulled her flush against his body. Hard, strong and male. His mouth opened and his tongue plunged inside hers. He tasted of licorice and the wild outdoors. He was all man and made her feel like she was all woman. She banded her arms around his shoulders, rose up on her tiptoes, and ravaged his mouth.
Her breasts flattened against his chest, and the ridge of his erection dug into her belly. So hard. So tempting. She rubbed against the solid thickness. Cream drenched her jeans. Damn, she should have worn panties today, but she'd been in a hurry.
Her arms loosened, but Tristan didn't let her go. That they were in a public location was probably a good thing. She could tell herself that if they were alone, she wouldn't bend over, wait for his cock with her legs spread and her ass in the air, but she'd be lying. She couldn't keep a smile from her lips. Not even she believed her own bullshit.
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