Can professional
bull rider Devlin McCord show his sexy neighbor, Taylor Westfall, he's
got more than Eight Seconds in him?
EXCERPT
Years of pent-up desire exploded inside Devlin’s
body as fast as hell-fire, making his chest and his jeans tighten with
aching need. His breath hitched and he caught the subtle hint of tangy
spices and cold country air clinging to her hair and skin. The
combination was intoxicating, pushing his senses to the breaking point.
He deepened their kiss and squeezed his arm around the small of her
back, pulling her as close as their heavy coats would allow. But the
layers of material couldn’t hide the amazing feel of her curves melding
against his body.
What he wouldn’t give to feel their bodies
skin-to-skin. His body inside hers.
By damn, he was going to make it happen or his
name wasn’t Devlin McCord.
He plunged his tongue into the depths of her
mouth, exploring, tasting, and savoring the sweet nectar of her lips.
She responded with wild abandon, making him feel as possessed and
determined as a man consumed by the pull of aged whisky, desperate for
one more drink. One more drop.
God, it seemed as though he’d waited a lifetime
for this moment.
Devlin yanked off his gloves and let them fall
forgotten to the ground. He tunneled his fingers through her thick, soft
mass of curls dampened by the falling white flakes. Ever since she’d
stopped wearing her hair in braids he’d started fantasizing about
running his fingers through the sexy tresses. And he’d wondered more
times than he could count if the curls between her legs matched the
fiery red color gracing the top of her head.
Now was his chance to find out. If she’d let him,
he’d devour her right here in the snow, strip away the layers and expose
her curves for him alone to enjoy. Just the thought of watching her
nipples harden under his gaze made his body throb with need. The winter
air would give him one helluva excuse to cover her body with his and
warm away the chill one kiss, one stroke at a time.
But he’d waited a long time for this, and he
wanted the first time with Taylor to be perfect. She deserved to be
romanced with a bottle of wine, a warm fire and a soft bed. Not a quick
tumble in the cold, falling snow.
She deserved perfect.
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Elvis is Everywhere!
Elvis, gracing the top
of the salad bar at a Ruby Tuesday's restaurant in Grand Island,
Nebraska.
Ever notice even after all these years you still see Elvis'
image almost anywhere? You even hear his name mentioned in song lyrics,
see him in movies, or read about him in books like Studs for
Hire: Woman in Charge! So just for fun, tell me where you've
seen Elvis recently. Drop me an e-mail with the details, you can
even include a picture if you like, and I'll post your sighting here.
Include your name and snail mail address and I'll send you some goodies
in the mail! Please put Elvis Sighting in the subject line of
your email!
One Friday evening
my niece and I went to a Memories of Elvis and Marilyn concert,
and we just had a blast. The music was great, the food delicious, and
the company terrific. It was a fun way to spend a chilly spring evening.
"I got to see Elvis live in
concert when I was twelve (3 years before he died). Boy did he put
on a show! The concert was here in Phoenix. The mad had such a
presence. Even before he sang or spoke people took notice. There
were two couples sitting in front of us and the guys were
complaining about having to be there. They left as fans. We
were 5th row, center stage. If the lady in front of me had been just
a bit shorter I would have had a scarf. The concert was great, but
it was the man that made the impression. I had grown up with his
music and hearing him in person was so amazing. He had such a
fabulous voice.
I had an Elvis billboard on my
bedroom wall for 12 years growing up. It literally took up the whole
wall (LOL). It only came down because it started to fall apart from old
age."---Connie,
Phoenix, AZ.
"Yes, I've seen Elvis...and in Vegas, even! When my sisters and I took
our annual trip to Vegas in August, we saw Elvis several times."---Margaret,
Omaha, NE.
"Yes! I remember
the Elvis tribute artist. That was at the Denver RWA conference. He was
so much fun. I remember a bunch of us dancing and singing right along
with him. Fun! And, of course, I love the Elvis theme (and diehard
fans!) in your book. I think you've got another hit with Woman in
Charge!"---Julie, Grand Island, NE.
"Let me tell
you-- in Las Vegas, Elvis lives! One night, we were walking down the
Strip, and he was leading kareoke at Harrah's. As he sang, an old lady
got up from the audience, embraced him, and pinched his butt. There was
an Elvis Museum here, but I noticed it has closed. But his spirit is
everywhere."---Elizabeth, Lincoln, NE.
"I went to see
Elvis in one of his last concerts in Omaha, I think it was about 1973.
I was so afraid to go and that'd I'd be disappointed, but that was not
the case at all. He put on a fantastic show. I'm so glad I
went."---Nancy, Central City, NE.
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THE
PREFECT STUD!
Okay, I asked for your ideas of
the Perfect Stud and you delivered. Enjoy. I sure did!
Sorry I can't post them all. There's just too many!
BJ of
Lincoln, NE---I
could be cute and say the perfect "stud" should stand about 17
hands, weigh around 900 to 1000 lbs., be a deep scarlet color....but
then you would probably say, "geez, who is this idiot!" Ha! The
perfect stud, should naturally be in jeans, snuggling a deliciously
muscular butt, long lean legs going on forever before being tucked
into some work worn cowboy boots. With spurs jingling, he storms in
my direction, pulling me forcefully into his iron strong arms,
passion smoldering in his eyes. Without ever looking back, I
fall.....head over heals..........
Marie of Council
Bluff, IA---Here's
my idea of the perfect stud: He looks like Johnny Depp only taller and
with lots of very hard muscles. He's good with his hands and likes to
work on his house. He'll also help the old lady next door fix her leaky
roof, for free. He'd have a smooth rich voice that gets gravely when
he's talking sexy and dark brown eyes that look into your soul. Of
coarse, he'd be intelligent and know how to smooth talk a lady.
Coryn of
Dannebrog, NE---My
idea stud would be my husband! He is a hard working farmer, dairyman,
electrician and father of two boys! In the summertime he is the hottest.
Not because he is working in the 100 degree heat. But, there is
something about a man working out in the hay field on a tractor
glistening in the hot sun. I, for some reason, love the smell of his
shirt after he comes in from the sun. (Not the smell of the under arms!)
We have been married for 11 years and he still thinks I the sexiest
woman alive! He is a wonderful father and I couldn't ask for a better or
hotter stud man to be married too!
Joy of Mesa, AZ---Well,
let's see--the perfect stud would have to look like Andy Garcia, have a
deep voice like Bond, James Bond, a sense of humor, and the integrity
and wisdom of John Wayne. And of course, a stud is almost always a
cowboy.
Jackie of LaMesa,
CA---My idea of a
Stud is:
S-SEXY-
T-TRUSTWORTHY or in other words someone like a young Robert
Redford
U-UTILITARIAN
D-DEAR
Annette
sent in this great photo. And you
know what they say about a picture being worth a thousand words?
Yeah, (sigh) so true.
