Getting ready for the release of Rawhide: Hard to Handle, #6 in the series, so I thought I’d give everyone a taste of the last one. Oh, and leave me a comment and your email addy. Giving away a book again.
So what’s better than one cowboy? Why two cowboys, of course. And that’s just what you’ll get in Buckskin, Boots and Bondage, the fourth book in the Rawhide series, out today at all the usual places from The Wild Rose Press.
Meet Justin and Tucker Davis, two walking wet dreams. Black hair and blond hair. The dark and the light. Opposite sides of the same coin. But equal as Doms, looking for the right woman. To share for the rest of their lives. Angel Cruz wants two men who will cherish her forever. Sex between them is hotter than the Texas sun in August as they play out their fantasies at Rawhide, the private bondage club. But when her job threatens their livelihood, will their newfound connection be strong enough to survive?
Tucker couldn’t take his eyes away from Angel’s full sensuous lips as her tongue peeped out and moistened the lower one. He immediately had an image of his cock resting on the plump flesh and sliding in and out of the hot well of her mouth. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she faced him, but over her head, his eyes met his brothers. They exchanged a look that their parents always called the twin signal.
I can’t tell you why, but I think she might be the one. Tucker sent his silent signals to Justin.
I agree. It feels right just this quick.
Let’s find out if it works. But don’t go all broody on me right in the middle. Don’t bring Holly into the middle of this. That’s old history.
Justin’s facial muscles tightened. You worry about yourself, little brother. I’m just fine.
Tucker cleared his throat and put his hands on Angel’s shoulders.
“Okay, darlin’. First things first. Safe word, please.”
She looked from one to the other. “Don’t laugh. Buckskin.”
He swallowed a smile. “Yes, ma’am. Buckskin it is.” He looked at his brother. “So. Think we might ought to unwrap our little package here? See what the ménage fairy brought us?”
Justin’s gaze heated. “I think that’s a damn good idea.”
Still keeping his eyes on Angel’s tempting mouth, Tucker carefully eased the little buttons on the buckskin vest through the openings one at a time, letting the fabric fall naturally apart. As soon as it relaxed away from her body, her breasts spilled out and he captured them in his palms, their smooth heat scorching his skin.