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“WANT ANOTHER FLUFFY Critter?”

Alex Cooper shook her empty glass and winked. “We’re in Vegas, aren’t we?”  She pulled  down the arm of the machine getting a ding ding in response.

“Good thing we have a room.” Tara waved over a nearby waitress who happily obliged. “You haven’t had alcohol since…?”

“A year.”

Tara’s eyes widened. “That’s a long time.”

“I think I deserve this.”

“Of course you do.”

Alex nodded and stretched a kink out of her back. They’d been sitting at the slot machines for a while. “I’m so glad you invited me along on this adventure. I can’t believe I almost said no. Too bad I must leave tomorrow because I’m already dreading it. Is it too late to come down with an illness? The flu maybe? Jen from work has been out sick for a week. I could blame it on her.”

 “You really do hate the idea of visiting your parents.”

“I’d rather have my teeth pulled.” Alex leaned against the slot machine as she grabbed the handle and pulled down again. The display spun and the music chimed. Nothing. “A little luck here might ease the pain.”

The waitress brought their drinks and Tara clinked her bottle against the rim of Alex’s glass. “Well, then cheers and here’s hoping you win big. Or at least get a buzz and forget about tomorrow.”

Sipping the sweet and tangy cocktail, Alex licked every drop from her lips. “I could drink a ton of these and not get drunk. They are delicious. I wonder if they’d give me the recipe?”

“Sure you could.” Tara wagged her eyebrows. “You haven’t peed yet have you?”

 “What does peeing have to do with my cocktail?” Alex wrinkled her nose.

 “Pee once and you will be a goner.”

“Interesting.” Alex swirled her straw and took another sip. “Just remember, we agreed not to do anything stupid. A buzz is never an excuse for stupidity.”

“We’re only here for one night. I say we live a little.” Tara shrugged and gave her long curls a toss over one shoulder. “You did remember to pack up the condoms, right?”

“A girl always has to be safe, but I won’t be using them. One night here just doesn’t seem to be enough though. All the lights, the joy…this is what the holidays are all about. But I’ll catch a flight home where the holiday becomes a winter wonderland massacre.” Alex twirled her finger and rolled her eyes.

“Girl, you know it’s not that bad and you should be glad you’re getting a break. Too much work makes a woman boring. Just think…a vacation. You can sleep in, relax and do whatever it is that you do in snow-covered Montana. I hope you bought a cute pair of snow boots. The ones with the fringes and balls we saw last week.”

“It’s not the time off that I hate. I get to travel to my hometown where I’ll be tortured because of my relationship status. What’s wrong with being single anyway?” She sighed. “And even if I did have a viable excuse not to go, I’d still feel guilty if I missed the holiday with my folks. My little sister Stacy has news to share. I’m sure she’s going to announce that she and her high school sweetheart have finally decided to tie the knot after six years of dating bliss. I’ll have another ugly maid of honor dress to add to my collection. I can already see the remorseful glances directed my way from the wedding guests, especially my Aunt Patty… “poor girl, always the bridesmaid, never the bride”. My mom tells me all the time that my eggs are drying up at the speed of a race horse and I’ll end up with ten cats that I refer to as my kids. I think cats are easier than men. They don’t argue. Leave the toilet seat up. Or cheat.”

“Sweetie, I think you’ve had too many of these.” Tara reached over and pushed Alex’s glass to the side. “First, you sound as if thirty-two is the end of the world. You’re still young with lots of time for relationships and family. Your parents are awesome—a little kooky and intrusive—but they have your best interest at heart. It’s only normal for them to want you to marry so you can pop kids out one after another—real kids, not cats. Having a baby around can make people feel younger.”

Alex rolled a tendril of her hair around her finger. “Are you siding with them?” She hiccupped.

 “No, I’m on your side.”

“I know…I know what you’re saying. They love me. I love them. But going home for Christmas only means I’ll feel like a bigger disappointment. They never understand that I have a career and no time for a relationship. By the time my mom was my age she was married for over ten years with two kids. She’s a superwoman and I’m…well, just me.”

“Times have changed.”

“Try telling them that.” Rubbing her temples, she groaned. A nagging throbbing started in her forehead. Why did she do this to herself? Worry herself sick over facing her parents without a ring on her finger, or even a boyfriend. Alex had always been the people-pleaser. She’d even said “yes” to Trevor Yates when he’d asked her to the junior prom. Her mom had been happy, but Alex had spent the night listening to him go on and on about the chess club.

“Let’s face it, there are some advantages to being single—not needing to shave your legs every day, wearing granny panties whenever we want and going to bed with zit cream smeared all over. Downside—I miss sex, a lot.”

“Is that all you miss about a relationship?” Alex laughed.

“I miss a man when my vacuum gets clogged. Or when the drain stops up.” Tara pulled the lever on her machine and sighed. “Neither of us are winning tonight.”

“The night isn’t over yet.” Dropping more coins into the slot, Alex rubbed her hand together.

 “If you would have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn’t be an issue.”

Alex looked at her friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I told you…online dating for the holidays is the way to go. Find a suitable companion for the parties and family gatherings. After the holiday ends, part ways with a thank you and good luck. Heck, if you’re lucky, you find someone who is mouth-watering sexy and you’ll get two bangs for your buck, if you know what I mean.” She rolled her tongue over her bottom lip.

 “Oh I could see that now. Mom and Pop, I’d like you to meet my date for the holidays. He likes long walks on the beach, the outdoors, and women who are lonely enough to find a date online.”

“You shouldn’t knock it until you try it.” Tara thrummed her fingers on her bottle.

“Have you registered with a dating site?”

“No way.”

“So, you want me to try it out and tell you how it works?”

Tara’s eyes widened and her mouth slightly parted. “Don’t look, but sitting behind you is a couple of cowboys who I wouldn’t mind getting under a mistletoe this holiday.”

Not heeding her friend’s warning, Alex swiveled on the stool and immediately saw them—easily spotted because they were the only two cowboys in the casino. She made eye contact with the one wearing a brown hat and her toes curled. Blue eyes, chiseled jaw line and a smile that could knock a woman’s panties off—and that smile was directed her way. Her throat tightened and she brought the straw to her mouth, taking a long drink.

“See what I mean? Yum.” Tara sighed longingly.

“Yeah, they’re both cute.” She twisted on the stool and pulled the slot lever. Ding. A sea horse and two stars. Her luck wasn’t hitting.

“That’s it? Just cute? You don’t know a good thing when you see it.”

“A lot of people are lonely around this time of year and want a warm body and a glass of eggnog to snuggle up with. I don’t want to be anyone’s warm body. And I don’t particularly like eggnog.”

“Yeah, who’d want to be a man’s warm body? Sounds horrible,” Tara murmured. “A little bit of yum-yum in cowboy hat and boots would be too hollow for someone like you who’d rather tug on a slot lever instead of a man’s co—”

“Tara!” Alex blinked and shook the ice around in her almost empty glass. “I don’t have a problem with tugging on anything, but tonight I think we should concentrate on having fun, excluding men. You don’t want to be one of those chicks that wake up hitched to a stranger, do you?” There was a long pause. “Tara?”

“Who said anything about getting hitched? I was talking about easing an itch.” She rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of her bottle.

 “I’ll know if that bottle comes up missing.” Alex laughed.

Tara turned back to the machine. “Come on winner! If I can’t have sexy cowboy then cash would certainly take away some of my loneliness.”

Alex caught another side-glance of the brawny cowboy who was still watching her. Her stomach did a flip and her fingers shook. He was on the prowl and she refused to be the hunted, but a little flirting wouldn’t hurt.

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Free Chapter One–Rhonda Lee Carver

WT_FinalOnce upon a time, Weston Jericho could have any woman he wanted, but these days he’s known as “daddy” and less “bachelor of the year”. His daughter and his ranch are his priority until country-girl-turned-city waltzes back into his average life. She’ll have him juggling daddy duties with the need to be near the one woman who stole his heart years ago.

Her father’s declining health leaves Sammie Tanner with no other choice but to come home to Colton, Texas and get things back in order on the ranch, and face those she left behind. From the second her boots cross the county line she finds nothing but trouble, especially with Weston who has her cursing like the backwoods country girl he remembers, and still desires.

Her heart wants the cowboy, but how does she reveal the true reason why she left him…left home? Will he look at her the same? Can she take the risk?

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Presley bent back her head and laughed. He liked the melodic sound and the way several strands of hair had loosened from the messy bun and had fallen around her pale cheeks. Lowering his gaze, he could see the outline of her nipples through the wet T-shirt and his cock twitched. The last thing he needed was a hard on for a woman he couldn’t stand. Not one bit. Maybe just a bit, proof in the way his zipper stretched.

“I haven’t had sex in so long I’m beginning to think my parts are growing together.” Presley sighed. “At least I’ll get something from marriage.”

“Then maybe you should look for a man with a big di—”

 

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Win!–Rhonda Lee Carver

Do you like a man who wears scrubs? Have you read my series Studs in Scrubs?

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From Book 1: Maturity, career and responsibility have kept her tame for too long. Her vanilla cage is about to explode…

Sucking a lollipop straight into his life, Sam Saxour realizes candy isn’t the only thing the sexy brunette can work her way around. He can’t seem to get enough of the mysterious beauty. She writes erotic poetry with her ice-blue eyes and bad-girl moves, and has him as hot as hell.

Turning forty, Mayor Cassie Yearwood is feeling bummed. She has everything she’s ever dreamed about. A career. A family. And standing on her own two feet. Yet, she’s missing the one thing she craves. Someone who can unlock a part of her lost under layers of responsibility…and a nasty divorce. Treating herself to a week in paradise, she finds unexpected pleasure with a stud in scrubs. Who said life ended at forty? Cassie’s was just beginning…

Believing she could leave her sexcapade behind and go back to her average life in small-town-ville, she’s in for a shock when a dangerous doctor strolls into her town and blasts her safe life into oblivion. Her stud will set her vanilla existence, and body, on fire and she’s more than willing to provide the match.

Book 2: Established in her career and perfectly seasoned, she finds she’s weak for one stud in scrubs…

Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.

Dr. Bridge Cove is handsome, skilled and is considered a catch…except to his wife who wants him for one thing. Tragedy had ripped her emotionally from his arms, but an unexpected second chance brings them together again. Responsibility lands her back in his arms, and his bed, but can she eradicate the guilt and learn to trust him again?

Book 3: Jayde Wells, owner of Flips by Chics, knows her way around a power tool, but when it comes to love, not so much. On the tail of another bad decision, she’s more than happy to take some time at Cross House, the beach house she inherited from her best friend. Pounding nails since pigtails, she loves turning pit holes into gems, so renovating the house takes her to a place of comfort, but one weekend at Bodie Island will hand her more than a project to flip.

Dr. Merf Cross can’t believe his brother is gone, and why would he leave the Cross House to Jayde and Merf together? A bear and lion would get along better. Sure, they’d shared one night together years ago, but since, she treats him like a raw pimple on her behind. He’ll amuse her by helping with renovations, but he’s never seen anything sexier than a hammer-wielding, slick-skinned beauty who can handle herself around a tool. Temperatures aren’t the only thing rising on the island.

Will these two find the Cross House, and a second chance at love, a flip or a flop?

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Plot Bunny–Rhonda Lee Carver

On this cool, dreary Wednesday morning I am finishing edits and plotting for my next book. My oldest daughter is an artist and her beautiful work amazes me. She has created my nest heroine, whether that was her intention or not. I wanted to introduce you to my next heroine… What name would you give her?

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In the meantime, Urban’s Rush (#4, Saddles & Second Chances) will be releasing soon!

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Urban Jericho parked his truck, turned off the engine and slid out of his truck, grabbing the rope from the bed before strolling into the clinic. The place was empty. Usually Cheryl welcomed him with a friendly smile and an offer of candy. “Hello?” No answer. He grabbed one of the mints from the bowl and popped it into his mouth.

Hearing voices, he peeked into Presley’s office. It was empty too. The voices were coming from the stables and he made his way through the private door, ignoring the sign that read, “Employees only”. Seeing Presley and Cheryl across the large space, he started to call out, but at the mention of marriage he stopped in his tracks.

Presley said, “I’ll have to find a husband, Cheryl. Someone who I can marry with no chance to fall in love with and then we’ll divorce.”

“You mean like a business deal?” Cheryl asked.

 “Yes, exactly.”

“That should be easy. I can’t even find a man who’s interested in taking off his clothes.” Cheryl snorted.

Presley bent back her head and laughed. He liked the melodic sound and the way several strands of hair had loosened from the messy bun and had fallen around her pale cheeks. Lowering his gaze, he could see the outline of her nipples through the wet T-shirt and his cock twitched. The last thing he needed was a hard on for a woman he couldn’t stand. Not one bit. Maybe just a bit, proof in the way his zipper stretched.

“I haven’t had sex in so long I’m beginning to think my parts are growing together.” Presley sighed. “At least I’ll get something from marriage.”

“Then maybe you should look for a man with a big di—”

At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.

Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.

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Win! Rhonda Lee Carver

I’m giving away five copies of the audio book, Dirty as Hell!

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Dirty as Hell (#2, Studs in Scrubs). Not for the faint at heart…

Established in her career and perfectly seasoned, she finds she’s weak for one stud in scrubs…

Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.

Dr. Bridge Cove is handsome, skilled and is considered a catch…except to his wife who wants him for one thing. Tragedy had ripped her emotionally from his arms, but an unexpected second chance brings them together again. Responsibility lands her back in his arms, and his bed, but can she eradicate the guilt and learn to trust him again?

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A cowboy with troubles–Rhonda Lee Carver

WT_FinalOnce upon a time, Weston Jericho could have any woman he wanted, but these days he’s known as “daddy” and less “bachelor of the year”. His daughter and his ranch are his priority until country-girl-turned-city waltzes back into his average life. She’ll have him juggling daddy duties with the need to be near the one woman who stole his heart years ago.

Her father’s declining health leaves Sammie Tanner with no other choice but to come home to Colton, Texas and get things back in order on the ranch, and face those she left behind. From the second her boots cross the county line she finds nothing but trouble, especially with Weston who has her cursing like the backwoods country girl he remembers, and still desires.

Her heart wants the cowboy, but how does she reveal the true reason why she left him…left home? Will he look at her the same? Can she take the risk?

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69 shades of Cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver

In August fashion, days fly by. We lose ourselves in the hustle and bustle of this thing called life. I have so much to pass along so let’s get right to the juicy stuff…

I have a new cowboy coming out September 5th. Weston’s Trouble (#3, Saddles & Second Chances).

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Once upon a time, Weston Jericho could have any woman he wanted, but these days he’s known as “daddy” and less “bachelor of the year”. His daughter and his ranch are his priority until country-girl-turned-city waltzes back into his average life. She’ll have him juggling daddy duties with the need to be near the one woman who stole his heart years ago.

Her father’s declining health leaves Sammie Tanner with no other choice but to come home to Colton, Texas and get things back in order on the ranch, and face those she left behind. From the second her boots cross the county line she finds nothing but trouble, especially with Weston who has her cursing like the backwoods country girl he remembers, and still desires.

Her heart wants the cowboy, but how does she reveal the true reason why she left him…left home? Will he look at her the same? Can she take the risk?

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Donna Michaels and Hildie McQueen are joined by bestselling and award-winning authors Amanda McIntyre, Tori Scott, Gem Sivad, Kathleen Ball, Rhonda Lee Carver, and Victoria Vane to bring you eight sexy cowboys in this holiday collection that will warm you from the inside out.

Donna Michaels – Wine and Her New Year Cowboy (Book 4/Citizen Soldier Series) A Going no male resolution excludes cowboys.

Kathleen Ball – A Kiss at Midnight – Will Anora accept Maverick’s Heart? Only a long awaited New Year’s kiss at midnight will tell him.

Rhonda Lee Carver- A New Year’s Cowboy- Charlie has suffered tragedy, but a Christmas package offers hope and a cowboy.

Amanda Mcintyre – Lost & Found – Fate gives first love a second chance.

Hildie Mcqueen- New Year with You- A modern Cinderella type story with a humorous twist.

Tori Scott- Cowboy Masquerade – A New Year’s Eve masquerade party reveals more than anyone expects.

Gem Sivad- Cowboy Burn- She slides down an icy road and lands in the arms of love.

Victoria Vane – A Cowboy’s Midnight Kiss – He never dreamed his soul mate would stumble into his life in stiletto-heeled boots.

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Xmas in July! Rhonda Lee Carver

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Smooth as Hell

Jayde Wells, owner of Flips by Chics, knows her way around a power tool, but when it comes to love, not so much. On the tail of another bad decision, she’s more than happy to take some time at Cross House, the beach house she inherited from her best friend. Pounding nails since pigtails, she loves turning pit holes into gems, so renovating the house takes her to a place of comfort, but one weekend at Bodie Island will hand her more than a project to flip.

Dr. Merf Cross can’t believe his brother is gone, and why would he leave the Cross House to Jayde and Merf together? A bear and lion would get along better. Sure, they’d shared one night together years ago, but since, she treats him like a raw pimple on her behind. He’ll amuse her by helping with renovations, but he’s never seen anything sexier than a hammer-wielding, slick-skinned beauty who can handle herself around a tool. Temperatures aren’t the only thing rising on the island.

Will these two find the Cross House, and a second chance at love, a flip or a flop?

 

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She swiped a drop of her own sweat from her forehead as she continued to stare at Merf, consumed in his work. Her tongue moistened her lips as she imagined sashaying her way across the grassy short distance that separated them and licking a moist trail on his body from chest to waist. The bark scratched her arm as she leaned against it to keep herself from fainting in need.

Sliding her palm along her sweaty neck, down her chest, she brushed her fingers over one beaded nipple under the thin tank top. While she worked, she never wore a bra and the cotton fabric only made her more sensitive. Gliding her hand lower over her flat stomach, she paused at the waist of shorts, craving to touch herself as she admired Merf. He dropped the hammer and reached for a bottle from the cooler. She expected him to drink thirstily, but instead he lifted the bottle above his head and tipped it, spilling water over his head, down his shoulders and back.

No longer able to deny herself, she slipped her fingers to the hem of her shorts where tingles erupted over her flesh. Skimming one finger inside, she touched her trembling lace covered slit, mesmerized that she was hot and wet so fast by just watching.

Her gasp busted her.

His head came around, straight on her.

Jerking her hand up, she believed she was fast enough, but the teasing grin that lifted one corner of his heavenly lips told her he suspected what she’d been doing which only made things hotter. No matter what though, she couldn’t indulge in her fantasies, even if she’d give an eyetooth to have him inside of her right here, right now.

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New Release! 1.99! Rhonda Lee Carver

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Dirty as Hell (book 2, Studs in Scrubs)

Established in her career and perfectly seasoned, she finds she’s weak for one stud in scrubs…
Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.
Dr. Bridge Cove is handsome, skilled and is considered a catch…except to his wife who wants him for one thing. Tragedy had ripped her emotionally from his arms, but an unexpected second chance brings them together again. Responsibility lands her back in his arms, and his bed, but can she eradicate the guilt and learn to trust him again?

At the threshold of the great room, he waited, allowing his eyes to adjust in the moonlight streaming through the large window. A slender silhouette was the only thing out of place. One step brought him to the sofa table and he turned on the lamp, the golden glow illuminated the room and pale, satin skin. He took in the sight before him and swallowed against the constriction in his throat. “Did you forget that you don’t live here any longer?”

Jenn stepped closer, giving him a better view of her beautiful, shapely body that was adorned with a red ‘lick-my-tits’ bra and matching panties. Her long, white blonde hair cascaded in soft coils down one shoulder. He couldn’t count how many times he’d had the lush locks in his fists as he rode her wildly. She always liked things wild…even a little rough, and he’d been glad to oblige. But times had changed. People had changed. Yet, the way his cock shot up at the sight of her never did. His body had a mind of its own when it came to her.

“Did you forget that we had plans?” The raspy tone of her voice only tented his pants more.

“That was twelve hours and a premature baby delivery ago. I got stuck at the hospital. Have you been here all this time?” He dropped his keycard onto the coffee table and squinted. There was something else different about the place. “Where’d all my junk go?” He scanned the clean room.

“Your ‘junk’ is either put away or in the trashcan.”

“You’re not supposed to clean my place. It’s my stuff,” he practically growled the words. “And my things to do with how I want.”

“Oh, so you wanted to keep the old pizza boxes and empty water bottles?” One thin brow shot up. “Is that a new bachelor décor that I’m not aware of?”

He scrubbed his jaw, realizing he hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. Maybe he’d let it grow a while longer. After all, the reward of being separated was that he had no one to please. “You know what I’m saying.”

“I needed something to do while I waited besides eating a bag of Twizzlers and expired cereal. You really need to buy groceries. And…you could have been a sweetie and at least texted to let me know you would be late.”

“I forgot. That’s what happens when I’m a casual fling.”

One corner of her mouth plunged into a frown. “Bad day at the hospital?”

He plopped down on the sofa, immediately feeling his muscles relax, although the Italian leather couch had never been his idea of comfortable. He was going to toss it out, right along with the other shit he no longer needed.

Jenn sashayed the five feet between them, each sway of her delectable hips like a pendulum hypnotizing him. Time only made her more beautiful, and his cock weaker. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, she climbed on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips and her pussy directly above the part of him craving the stress relief that only a good fuck could achieve. She smelled so good, and looked even better—knew she tasted like heaven. It was easy to forget the hurdles and arguments between them—almost. Hard to forget when he’d become her booty call and not her husband.

“Is this really what you want?” he asked. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? So enticing? From her ice blue eyes surrounded by thick, ebony lashes that never needed mascara, to her cute nose with the lifted tip and her plump lips that were the same color of pink as her nipples. The bottom was slightly bigger than the top so she always had a sensual pout. He knew just how easy those lips could take him to ecstasy and back with a little bit of attention.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“It’s dirty as hell when a woman can have divorce papers delivered to a man in the morning and fuck him that evening. All in a day’s work I suppose.”

“In my defense, we were supposed to fuck last night.”

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Studs in Scrubs Series

Three established, smart, confident women and the studs in scrubs they crave. Who said life ended at forty?

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Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.

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Excerpt for Hot as Hell!

“SORRY TO BOTHER you doctor, but I have a serious problem.”

“And what’s the problem, Miss?” Sam Saxour looked at the beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes who was relishing a lollipop. She was leaning against the doorjamb, one foot propped against the frame.

“I have a little fever.” She pulled the lolli from her plush lips with a smacking sound and fanned her face dramatically.

His body tingled and the hairs on his neck shot up, just like another part of him.

“Come, have a seat.” Sam patted the end of the bed, still untidy from last night. He skimmed his gaze down her red tank top and black yoga pants to her slender ankles where the remnants of finger bruises were evident on her pale skin. “How are the ankles?” Guilt slithered through him.

“Amazingly sore, like the rest of me.” She flushed.

She must have just come from her beach class because her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and the damp top clung to her ample breasts. Her hard nipples pressing against the fabric made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. He barely kept his tongue from falling out of his mouth as he took in her hour-glass hips down to her legs that went on for miles as she sashayed her way to the bed. He had a feeling she put an extra dose of sexy in each step.

“Right here, doc?’ She pointed at the end of the bed, smiling.

“Yes, there.”

“Looks like someone forgot to make his bed.”

“I dragged myself out just before you showed up. I was…,” he grinned. “kept up most of the night.” Literally.

Lolita, as the pretty brunette called herself, sat down and slightly parted her knees. He quite envied the seam of her pants. She rolled her tongue around the ball of the sucker, then popped it back into her mouth only to remove it again. Damn. He’d never enjoyed watching a woman suck candy more. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he couldn’t blame it on the Florida heat, although he could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Hell, he could fry an egg on Lolita’s hot ass.

“Yoga was great this morning. All the stretches and moves smoothed out the kinks,” she said in a soft, sensual tone.

Sam knew exactly how athletic she was because he’d had the pleasure of examining her closely over the last week, every stunning curve and dip. Her five-foot-five, luscious body had him in knots. He opened his black, medical bag, took out the stethoscope and went to her, kneeling on one knee. “I’ll listen.” He pressed the chest piece against the area over her heart, his knuckles brushing one firm breast.

“Am I okay, doc?” Her eyes twinkled.

“Better than okay.” He winked and rubbed a hand down his stubbled cheek.

For six days, they’d had sex, tried every sexual position…christened secret places on the private vacation resort. Although he’d learned her variety of moans, whimpers, and passion-filled moves, he knew there was so much more to explore about this mystical woman. His body quickly agreed and he became rock-hard.

Lolita paused in her sucking, holding his eyes as she seductively dragged the stick from between her pink, moist lips. His jeans grew tighter as he tried to concentrate on the beats of her heart through the stethoscope.

With a twirl of the stick between her fingers, her smile spoke erotic poetry. “I have a suggestion,” she said in a low, alluring tone that vibrated his balls.

“What’s that?” His own voice shook. Lowering the chest piece, Sam no longer cared about his doctorly duties.

“I could use a dose of the medicine you gave me last night. The salty cream remedy.” Her eyes danced as she rolled her tongue along her top lip, making things even harder.

Sam blew out a breath.

Coming to the luxurious resort to get away from the city, he hadn’t planned to get caught up in an exciting affair, yet when he’d spotted her sitting under an umbrella on the white sandy beach, he couldn’t help himself but ask what she was reading. Lolita. He’d been intrigued.

 

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