EXCERPT FOR FORGIVING REX
Lillie stopped giggling and rose to her feet holding the Indian blanket even
tighter over her bare chest. She stepped backward until she bumped against
the rough log wall. She couldn't help but take in Rex's physique. The teenage
boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago had turned into a handsome
man. His muscled chest and arms revealed a male of great strength. The
tablecloth tied below his bellybutton drew her gaze lower. His arousal became
obvious. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side.
Lillie became aware the moment Rex had moved within inches from her. And he
called her name in his deep honey-coated tone. Her body began to soften and
change at the sound of his alluring voice. Her heart raced even faster when his
lips skimmed her neck. She wanted to melt right into him and let their bodies
become one. She couldn't do this. Her son was the most important person in her life. What if Rex left them
behind again? What if she woke up the next morning after making love to find him gone forever? Her pain
would be unbearable. But most of all, she didn't dare introduce Ben to his father. The wanderer.
Lillie stopped giggling and rose to her feet holding the Indian blanket even
tighter over her bare chest. She stepped backward until she bumped against
the rough log wall. She couldn't help but take in Rex's physique. The teenage
boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago had turned into a handsome
man. His muscled chest and arms revealed a male of great strength. The
tablecloth tied below his bellybutton drew her gaze lower. His arousal became
obvious. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side.
Lillie became aware the moment Rex had moved within inches from her. And he
called her name in his deep honey-coated tone. Her body began to soften and
change at the sound of his alluring voice. Her heart raced even faster when his
lips skimmed her neck. She wanted to melt right into him and let their bodies
become one. She couldn't do this. Her son was the most important person in her life. What if Rex left them
behind again? What if she woke up the next morning after making love to find him gone forever? Her pain
would be unbearable. But most of all, she didn't dare introduce Ben to his father. The wanderer.
EXCERPT FOR WYOMING FLAMES
His eyes strayed to the wet dress molded to every curve of her body. He stared,
enjoying the sight until he realized every other cowboy on the street had the same
view. To his surprise, that bothered him.
"Honey, I think you better go in and change out of those wet clothes. You're
putting on quite a show." Jesse pointed at her dress.
Clara glanced down. Her cheeks turned even redder. She glared up at him with
defiance in her eyes. She tipped her chin up, snatched her bonnet from the water,
and turned toward him.
"Take a good look, Mr. Wild, because that's all you'll ever get from me."
Jesse frowned. Clara put one hand on her waist. She swung her hips seductively as she stepped toward him. His eyebrows arched upward in surprise.
"Don't you ever speak to me, look at me, or touch me again," she snapped.
Jesse gave her a wide smile. "Will you still have dinner with me tonight?"
"Ohhh..." Clara threw the dripping, wet bonnet at him. He tried to duck but wasn't quick enough. It
knocked off his hat, spraying water all over his face. Laughter erupted from the spectators. He slid his
hand across his face to remove the droplets.
"So the redhead has a temper. We'll do this my way." He started toward her.
Clara gasped and turned to run.
He reached her in one long stride and flung her over his shoulder. Water dripped down his back.
"Put me down. You're crazy."
"I'm only wild for you, honey." He patted her backside.
His eyes strayed to the wet dress molded to every curve of her body. He stared,
enjoying the sight until he realized every other cowboy on the street had the same
view. To his surprise, that bothered him.
"Honey, I think you better go in and change out of those wet clothes. You're
putting on quite a show." Jesse pointed at her dress.
Clara glanced down. Her cheeks turned even redder. She glared up at him with
defiance in her eyes. She tipped her chin up, snatched her bonnet from the water,
and turned toward him.
"Take a good look, Mr. Wild, because that's all you'll ever get from me."
Jesse frowned. Clara put one hand on her waist. She swung her hips seductively as she stepped toward him. His eyebrows arched upward in surprise.
"Don't you ever speak to me, look at me, or touch me again," she snapped.
Jesse gave her a wide smile. "Will you still have dinner with me tonight?"
"Ohhh..." Clara threw the dripping, wet bonnet at him. He tried to duck but wasn't quick enough. It
knocked off his hat, spraying water all over his face. Laughter erupted from the spectators. He slid his
hand across his face to remove the droplets.
"So the redhead has a temper. We'll do this my way." He started toward her.
Clara gasped and turned to run.
He reached her in one long stride and flung her over his shoulder. Water dripped down his back.
"Put me down. You're crazy."
"I'm only wild for you, honey." He patted her backside.