Monthly Archives: February 2016

World Domination – Lynn Chantale

Sometimes I have to step off the world domination escalator and recuperate from the events of life. My life has been chaotic since before Christmas. While the shadow of a cloud yet lingers, life moves on.

I took a two month hiatus from school to cope with the struggles of life. Needless to say, I’m back in the virtual classroom. life is settling down and things have achieved a new normal.

In the meantime, I’ve written three scripts for a new web series coming soon and have listened to several talking books. I filed my taxes and am actively trying to lose weight. M:y body aches after walking 10k steps on a daily basis.

My characters have settled down and I can’t wait to get back in the groove with them. I’m even looking forward to publishing another book. We’ll see what happens.

Oh, and because I was homesick, here’s a pic my friend, Anne sent me.


Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Cover Reveal–Rhonda Lee Carver

There is something amazingly sexy about confident men who have money and power.

I’ve started a new series, The KNIGHT Brothers. These five brothers, and one sister, are from the same bloodline, but they are as different as night and day. After their father passes away and leaves each of them a house in different parts of the country, they believe that once again he’s used his money to influence their future negatively.

Theobald Knight wasn’t a hero father, but he did know best. Each inheritance holds a key to the past, present and future. From vineyards to lake houses to haunted mansions to a recluse living on a mountain who rides a Harley…you’ll meet these brothers who are brilliant, beautiful, arrogant and have ‘prideful swagger’.  Although sister, Angelina Knight, dies early on in the series, she plays a significant role that will change her brothers’ life and have them living a life they never thought possible.





Avary Pine plays the cello like an angel.

One evening after a performance, she is attacked outside of the theater and is left without the use of her hand.

Fast forward three years. After grueling physical therapy and living and breathing the cello, Avary is determined to become the musician she once was.  Her music coach encourages her to start playing in the public again. Problem is, the mind doesn’t heal as fast as the body. Each time she closes her eyes she is filled with memories of the attack.

Out of money and in a career rut, she accepts an offer to play at a dinner party at the Knight Estate. Baby steps back into the musical world.

Reserved, intimidating, rich Victor Knight reluctantly invites  unworldly, mousy Avary to his estate–but he’s in for a shock. Nothing about her is mousy. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a sweet, free-spirited cellist, but why can’t he resist? She cramps his bachelor lifestyle, and he’s never been happier.

Can they leave the baggage at the door and learn to trust? Or will their past poison their future?


Avary leaned against him, realizing how close she’d been to falling face first on the ceramic tiles. Her embarrassment didn’t last long. It was exchanged for something else—something entirely delicious and haunting. He continued to hold her, her back pressed against his iron hard chest and lean hips. His scent swirled under her nostrils, reminding her of a fresh load of laundry coming out of the dryer—clean and fresh. There was also a hint of body wash—spice and musk. All entwined together made an aphrodisiac for her senses. Her knees weakened and allowed him to steady her.

“That was close,” he whispered near her ear, his breath sweeping across her cheek.

He didn’t release her and she didn’t move. Instead, he lifted his hand to her jaw and slowly brushed his knuckles across her skin, tracing the line to where her pulse beat rapidly in the hollow at her neck. His fingers moved along her shoulder, examining the trembling flesh, gliding the tip of one finger over the tiny strap that held the top of the gown in place.  He tucked his thumb underneath and gradually tugged it. The gown slipped low onto one breast. Her nipples turned to solid pearls. He skated his thumbs down her arm and she shivered, a whimper escaping her quivering lips. His breath grew hotter against her nape, his chest lifting and falling raggedly. He nuzzled her neck, his sandpapery beard rasped her sensitive flesh, but quickly forgotten when he brushed his lips against her ear lobe, lower to the spot where her neckline met her shoulder. She was at a loss, uncertain what she should do. She couldn’t move for fear that she would land on her face. And her body liked his touch, enjoyed how he erupted a cluster of sensations through her, over her, around her.

She felt his gentle touch on her wrist—the hand with the scar. She moaned in refusal, but he continued to take her hand into his, sliding his fingers along the length of hers, his thumb tracing the puffy red line. Sparks traveled up her arm and all she could do was stand there, allowing him to coax forbidden sensations within her.  He brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed the spot where the scar was reddest, where the knife had first entered her flesh, the deepest cut. Then he traced the line with the tip of his tongue, upward from her palm, over her sensitive wrist and stopping where the scar ended, kissing her again. Her veins quaked and her heart skipped ten beats. She’d never been held with such tenderness, with such emotion.

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Happiness is a 12-Pack of Cowboys! by Randi Alexander


Look at the lineup of names in this boxed set!

Get your TWELVE Cowboy Lawmen who are so hot it’s criminal. The COWBOY JUSTICE 12-Pack includes fresh novellas by twelve New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors!

JUSTICE FOR LAINE by Susan Stoker – What began as a favor turns out to be fate when Laine meets sexy Texas Ranger Wes and falls for him.

JUSTICE BURNING by Elle James – Hard-nosed sheriff’s deputy, Nash Grayson, places his family and hometown in danger when he rescues a desperate runaway bride

LAYING DOWN THE LAW by Becky McGraw – Doctor returns to hometown when mother takes a fall and falls harder for new town Sheriff…her first love.

TEXAS JUSTICE by Cynthia D’Alba – First-term Sheriff is torn between duty and love when sexy Chief of Surgery is accused of medical malpractice and homicide.

TEXAS LONE STAR by Sable Hunter – An all-business Texas Ranger falls hard for an irresistible lady rancher he rescues from dangerous poachers.

CAIN’S LAW by Delilah Devlin – Lawman, Cain Whitfield, discovers the shy brunette he’s been flirting with is a former mob boss’s girlfriend when her cabin goes up in flames.

COWBOY LAWE by Donna Michaels – More than bullets fly when a former SEAL protects a sexy witness who’s actually an undercover agent secretly assigned to protect the stubborn SEAL.

COWBOY’S BEST SHOT by Lexi Post – A cowboy veteran who’s lost so much. A bartender who never had it to begin with. Is this their best shot?

PROTECT AND SERVE by Sabrina York – He’s vowed to avoid his high school crush, but his duty demands he protect her from a growing menace.

BADGE AND A SADDLE by Randi Alexander – Detective Rex Tarrow is sworn to protect Astronomer Dr. Mina Cooper, but will she get them both killed?

BLIND SIDED by Lindsay McKenna – Dark family secrets stand between the sheriff and the woman he loves from afar. Can he expose the treachery? Win her hand?

LAZARUS by Beth Williamson – Being a Graham isn’t easy and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.


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Here’s an EXTRA-HOT sample from my book, Badge and a Saddle:

Rex knew he shouldn’t. He was the detective on her case, she was the woman in danger he should be protecting, not seducing. He wanted her though, and with both their lives hanging in mid-air, they needed the release of something this normal and human.

That’s what he told himself. It was not that he was fascinated by her, inspired by her strength and intelligence, and aroused by her resilience. No, none of that. He was just here for sex, and he’d keep telling himself that until he believed it.

His groin ached, his balls tightened, and the pulse of blood through his cock beat like the drums at a powwow.

She kissed him back, like she was looking to touch his soul. Soft and gentle, then taking the lead and stealing what she wanted from him. After long minutes, Rex’s knees shook, and the ground seemed to move under him.

He pulled back. “I brought a blanket.”

She licked her lips, panting, her eyes unfocused, and darker blue than he’d ever seen them. “Let’s use it. I want you to take me, Rex.” Mina brushed the fingers of one hand down the front of his jeans, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Her touch sent a flash flood of lust to his brain, her words echoed in his head until all he wanted to do was take her down and… “Shit.” He slapped his back pocket.

Her eyes opened wide. “Uh, you want me to spank you?”

He chuckled. “No. Left my wallet back at the house.”

She frowned.

“Wallet with a condom in it.” He hadn’t planned on this. Or maybe he’d left the condom behind so this wouldn’t happen.

“Oh.” She gave him a naughty smile. “Well, I know a few other ways we could—”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him toward Merle. “Doctor, you’re too wicked for me to resist.”

Her laugh, low and sensual, shot sprays of hot blood to every nerve in his body. He tugged the saddlebags from the horse and set it on the ground, then pulled out the thick blanket Bennet had sent with him out to the barn. Damn interfering old coot. Rex would have to thank him for this.

They settled on a grassy clearing where the sun found spots to shine through the tree canopy, and quickly undressed each other, one piece of clothing at a time, peppering kisses on warm skin.

Rex looked at her, tall and thin, but her slender form suited her. Her breasts were teardrop shaped, tipped with pink nipples, her waist curved femininely, and lower, her hips were softly rounded. Below, between her legs, the red hair of her trimmed mound drew him forward.

He fell to his knees in front of her, his hands on her hips. “Pretty, Doctor. So very nice.” He kissed her softly there, nibbling and breathing deep to take in her musky sweet scent.

She grabbed his shoulders and tipped her hips forward, pressing herself into his mouth. He loved that she wasn’t shy. This would be amazing. He snuck the tip of his tongue into her cleft and she melted.

He laid her on the blanket, kissing her belly, her mound, then tipping his head to urge her thighs apart and take a long lick of her pussy.

Mina cried out, startling a bird from a branch above them.

He suckled her labia into his mouth, then the opposite side, doing the same, tasting sweet woman, so pure and slick, he could eat for hours. He wanted this to last, though, since there was no protection for him to use to slide his hard shaft into her perfect slit. Rex trailed kisses up her side to her breast, then latched on and sucked.

“Rex.” She said his name with so much need, he wanted to please her a dozen times.

Rolling onto his back, he took her with him, laying her on him, still loving on her breast.

She straightened her arms, he lost contact with her nipple, and she looked down at him. “There’s something I’d love to try.” She bit her lip. “Will you let me lead today?”

While it was against everything he’d been planning, for some reason, he would let her do whatever she wanted to him. “You’re in charge, Doc.” He spread his arms out to the side and laid his head back. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

She sat up, her legs bent next to his sides, pressing her wet, hot core onto his stomach muscles. Reaching back, she gently stroked his cock. “I think you’ll be able to figure this out.” She stood and turned around, getting on all fours over him, her mouth at his cock.


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Happy Valentine’s Day! – Anna Lund

I’m just getting over a really lousy cold – so I haven’t been feeling very sexy – at all! Romance was the last thing on my mind while I was coughing and sneezing and avoiding my hubby so I didn’t spread my germs to him.

So it’s Valentine’s Day today and I’m feeling much better, thank goodness. But I’m still not feeling very sexy or romantic. I have to to do something, quick! Guess I need to pick up an sexy romance to get the juices flowing again!

What are you doing this Valentines’ Day?


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Bleeding eyeball–Rhonda Lee Carver

by Rhonda Lee Carver

As a mom, there’s nothing worse than when one of my kids has gotten hurt. I’ve nurtured through stitches, scraped knees, boo-boos galore, but nothing prepares a parent for when their child has a bleeding eyeball.

My daughter was holding our cat and she was spooked. She scratched my daughter down her face, getting her in the left cornea. Her eyeball dripped blood, and if you’ve never seen it, trust me, you don’t want to.  At least I can say my kiddo handled it like a trooper. Me? Not so much. I took a face plant onto the floor. This only makes me appreciate those who work in the medical field even more. Later I spoke to a nurse friend who told me that she can handle blood and gore at work, but when it comes to her kids, she becomes a wienie. Sure, I’ll say that’s my issue also.

My daughter went to the ER where she was checked out by a specialist and was given eye drops that cost $1200. Yes, twelve-hundred big ones! When it comes to any injury to the eyeball, nothing is cheap. My suggestion, keep your balls–er, eyeballs–safe.

She’s made a full recovery. Cat? Not so much. Claws-be-gone!


I have a 99 cent cowboy right now! ONLY through February 14th. So, don’t wait. Grab him now!

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Welcome to Nirvana…your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Award-winning photographer, Jax Morgan, is dumped at the alter. Yet, she isn’t the scorned bride missing a groom. She has tall, dark and handsome on the horizon.

Maverick McCade can’t believe who just walked onto Nirvana Ranch in the middle of a blizzard, and on Valentine’s Day. He’s focused on making this day special, but he’s in for an awakening that’ll leave him sweltering.


“Jax…” Her name floated off his lips.

Her mouth slightly parted and she exhaled. “I’d like for you to kiss me now,” she whispered.

He blinked. His cock nearly snaked its way out of the waist of his jeans. “The feeling is mutual.”

She exhaled and slipped closer, minimizing the distance between them. He could smell her sweet scent and it made him needier. He wanted to slide his tongue over every dip and curve of her beautiful body.

Slow down, bro.  Don’t take things too fast.

She moved in, brushing the backs of her knuckles along his cheek. Holy shit!  She was welcoming him in with her sultry gaze. He did what any sane man would do and lowered his mouth to hers. It’d been a long time since he’d kissed a woman and what should have been an awkward moment, wasn’t at all. It seemed natural for him to be kissing her, slipping his tongue between the seam of her lips, and sampling her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The gearshift jabbed him in the ribs. It hurt, but only for a mere second because the pain in his groin was much worse. He’d never needed release more in his life.

Jax must have understood the dire problem. With a quick shift of her body, she had his back against the seat and was straddling him, her thighs spread above his zipper that bulged with his caged cock. He’d never been with a woman that took the moment by the reins and he had to admit the truth, he liked her brazen ways. He liked knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She threaded her fingers in his hair, knocking his hat off as she moved her palms over his head, nicking his scalp with her short fingernails. She pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth, tongues tangling and breaths mingling as they desperately explored each other. He moved his hands to the small of her back, lower to her bottom, and squeezed the voluptuous curves. He wished the denim wasn’t in the way of his starving touch. His fingers ached to have skin contact with her silken body, to learn her in every line of his fingerprints.  He was so hard, he thought he’d burst right in his boxers. Each time she moved, the apex of her thighs scrubbed his cock, and the muscle longed to be free from behind the confines of the zipper.

She pulled back, her chest rising and falling, her ragged breaths brushing his cheek. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were swollen, ruby pink from his kisses. She never looked more beautiful, never a lovelier woman had been in his arms. He could stay here, right here in the driver’s seat, and kiss her, love her, ease the desire boiling in his blood.

But she had other plans.

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My Valentine’s Day and 99 cent Sale!

I think my husband, aka Stud, is a very lucky man when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He can’t buy me chocolate – I’m allergic. He can’t buy me flowers – I’m allergic. (Plus, I’d get really mad at him for spending money on something that costs a lot and lasts a week at best.)

I do like going out to eat, but not during holiday times with big crowds and feeling rushed as the next wave of people breathe down your neck. So what’s left?

Cheap and easy. Yup, that’s me.

For our very first Valentine’s Day, back when we were first dating, I had to attend a funeral of a close family friend. Stud came over to my house later that night, bearing homemade lasagna. Over the years, we’ve come up with different variations of this, with one or the other taking the reins. It kind of depends who needs the other to step up more at the time.

This Sunday will be our 27th Valentine’s Day together. It’s one of the years that I’m stepping up because I have a need. I need to cook and have it matter. Since we became empty nesters, my cooking has done a bit of a slide. I still love to do it, but it’s just not necessary to put full meals on the table every night for two people.

Well, this weekend, my son is bringing two of his college roommates home with him for something that has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, but I get to fill the house with good food. These poor guys have existed on really bad college food (most is bad, theirs is REALLY bad) for months. I get to change that this weekend. Strange as it sounds, Happy Valentine’s Day to me!

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Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt a fire goddess for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget. Who knew their punishment would lead to finding the loves of their lives?

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up. Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Rewritten and expanded version of 2009 Eppie nominee, same title

The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D’, he drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.

Mandy and Brenda flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty.

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Love Stinks – Lynn Chantale

I recently watched the movie ‘The Wedding Singer’ and thinking about this romantic comedy steeped in 80’s magic and wonder, I have to say the best part of the movie was the song he wrote for Linda.

If you haven’t seen this movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, I apologize, there are spoilers. Bobby (Sandler) plays a wedding singer who loves what he does and has his heart broken by Linda, his fiancee. She leaves him at the altar on their wedding day.

Once he’s pried from his depressive state to sing at a wedding reception, he sings the song Love Stinks by J. Gells Band. Of course this inspires sympathy from Lucy (Barrymore). She convinces Bobby to help her plan her own wedding.

Anyway. while they’re auditioning bands, Bobby mentions that he wrote a song. After Lucy begs to hear it, Bobby plays. ‘Somebody Kill Me,’ a song that starts off innocuously  enough, but quickly turns into something heartbreaking, but truly a song from the heart.

I said all that to ask what are your favorite songs to listen to when love goes wrong? Those songs that say exactly what you’re thinking? A few of my faves, ‘I Wish’ by Lyfe Jennings. The Temptations ‘I Wish it Would Rain’ and ‘Cry for You’ by Jodeci.

So go ahead and share a few of your favorite songs to ease heartbreak.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires


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What makes a story erotic? By Alice Gaines

What makes a story erotic?  Lots of hot-hot love scenes?  Well, sure, you need to have those.  But what separates the really sexy from the truly erotic is the erotic premise.

The erotic premise is the backbone of the story that threads sex throughout every scene and every page.  An erotic premise ensures that the entire story is about sex.  It’s an idea or concept that makes your story revolve around the sexual relationships with the characters.  Let me give you some examples:

You could write a story about a woman who needs a man to escort her to a family wedding weekend.  They could find themselves sharing a room by mistake and they could have fantastic sex.  Good sexy story.

Now make the woman a reporter who wants to attend a Get to Know Your Sexuality weekend and has to have a partner.  Can you see how the sexual tension will be high from beginning to end, even if the characters are reluctant to have sex at the beginning?

Another example:  You could have a man who comes to a woman in her dreams.  Or, instead, you could write about a creature who feeds off the energy of a woman’s erotic dreams.  The second is definitely more erotic.

Here are a few erotic premises I’ve used.

A young and inexperienced person approaches a more sophisticated person and asks to be taught how to be good in bed.  I’ve done this with both an inexperienced woman and with an inexperienced man paired with an older woman.tutored lover


In another story, my hero pretends to be a worker in an exclusive sex club for women in order to win back the ex-wife he never stopped loving.


I enjoyed that setting so much, I wrote a whole series of novellas in a women’s sex club.






In Heat Rises, two people who almost became lovers find themselves confined to a small, mountain cabin in a snow storm.  The idea of people cooped up with their desires became the series Cabin Fever.

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Thinking up sexual premises is great fun.  Do it some day when you need some inspiration for a story!

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A Valentine’s Day Moment from Red Creek, Kansas By Randi Alexander

It’s almost the big day (Valentine’s Day, not Superbowl Sunday!) and I have a new book out! A Wedding in Red Creek is my third book in Rori and Jackson’s saga in the series The Sons of Dusty Walker.

I hope you enjoy this little bit of romance as Rori and Jackson celebrate Valentine’s Day just weeks before their wedding.

A Wedding in Red Creek by Randi Alexander

That evening at just a little past five, Rori pulled up to their new house. Jackson’s work truck sat on the brick driveway, but not the contractor’s truck. She was only a few minutes late, wasn’t she? They couldn’t have finished the punch list already. Rori scrambled out of her work van and walked through the open overhead garage door and into the big mud room/pantry they’d added to the design.

She set her bag, the one she’d filled with her gifts for Jackson, on the granite counter then headed across the room. Her high-top tennies, jeans, and a hooded U of KC sweatshirt covered her Cyber Wise T-shirt, which all covered her slinky new underthings. Wouldn’t her cowboy be surprised?

Grinning, she stepped into the kitchen. The lights were dimmed, and soft country music played from the built-in speakers. “Jackson?” She smelled it then, something so delicious, her empty stomach growled loudly. That wasn’t the scent of pizza.

From the dining room, Jackson walked into the kitchen. His white and red flannel shirt was buttoned to his neck, and he’d somehow tied on a white bowtie with red hearts. “Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’.” His hair looked shaggy, like he’d just run his hands through it instead of combing it. His dark blue eyes stared at her like he couldn’t get enough.

Light danced on the wall of the dining room as if candles were the only source of illumination.

“What did you do?” She tried to look past him, but he shook his finger at her.

“Uh uh. Appetizers first.” He gestured deeper into the kitchen, and she moved that direction. At the big island—which was no longer ‘too round’—a bottle of white wine rested in a silver ice bucket, and a platter of fascinating-looking appetizers sat on a hotplate.

He wrapped his arm around her and together they wandered toward the island.

“No contractor?” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.

“Nope.” He pulled out a tall chair, one she recognized as being from Dusty’s house.

“No punch list?” She slid onto the chair and tugged off her sweatshirt, hanging it on the back of the chair.

He unscrewed the cap from the wine and poured a couple glasses. “Nope. I did that this afternoon, but I would appreciate your walking the house with me…tomorrow in the daylight…just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“And tonight? Since we’re here alone?” She accepted the glass he handed her.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rori.” He shook his head. “Did you forget?”

He made her laugh. Always and forever. “I’ll never forget this day.” Glancing out the wall of doors that opened onto the front patio, with its outdoor kitchen and pool house, she spotted the dozen red and white candles. “Oh, Jackson. You’re so amazing.” A blossom of heat, the choke of emotion, set her eyes watering and her heart skittering.

He cleared his throat. “You’re the amazing one, Rori.” He took her hand in his and pressed the back of hers to his chest over his heart. “I was hollowed out for so long, I didn’t think anything could fill me. Then I met you.” He kissed her fingers and drew an unsteady breath. “You’ve given me everything I’ll ever need, and more than I deserve. Your love and faith and trust are my salvation, and the answer to every prayer I’ve ever sent up.”

“Jackson.” It came out a whisper as a tear ran down her cheek. “How can you be so wonderful?” This man, frustrating, complicated, and wild, was her whole life. She didn’t need anything else as long as she had him. If she could, she’d take two years off from her business just to make their ‘getting to know each other’ period more intense, and the focus of every minute of her life.

“You went quiet there, Rori.” He stared into her eyes. “You know how nervous that makes me.”

She laughed, imagining herself following him around twenty-four hours a day for two years, and making the poor cowboy crazy. “Just thinking of the days ahead, and how much fun we’re going to have.” Her stomach rumbled loudly again.

Jackson smirked. “We need to keep your strength up for all that fun.” He gestured to the appetizers. “Lou taught me how to make these.”

“What? Really?” They smelled so yummy. Jackson was a good cook, but wow, this was the next level.

“In the oven…” He walked around the island to the double-ovens in the wall. “I’ve made you a seafood strata.”

“You did?” She loved seafood, and it wasn’t easy to come by in the middle of Kansas.

“I borrowed a table from the big house and the dining room is set.” He leaned his elbows on the island across from her. “Dessert is waiting upstairs in the bathroom off our bedroom.”

She glanced at the ceiling. “In that big sexy whirlpool tub?”

“Uh huh. And more candles up there, some bath salts, and a few towels stolen from Dad’s house.”

“You thought of everything.” Rori sipped her wine. “And funny, I had a feeling tonight would evolve into something a little sexier than just the punch list.”

He straightened and narrowed his eyes. “You did?” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Reaching over, he picked up a flaky appetizer and held it out to her. She took a bite, then he popped the rest of it in his mouth and chewed. “I think this big ol’ cowboy had you completely bamboozled.”

Laughing, she nearly choked on the delicious tidbit. “You do, huh?” After a sip of wine, she licked her lips and tugged the shoulder of her T-shirt off to the side, revealing the lacy red strap of the naughty two-piece baby-doll she wore. “Here’s proof that I knew what you were up to.”

His mouth dropped open and his eyes darkened. “Aw, darlin’. Let me see it all.” He came around the island.

Holding out a hand, she smiled softly. “Not so fast.” She picked up an appetizer. “How about one piece of clothing at a time with each course of this fabulous feast you prepared for me.” She ate the pastry-crusted scallop that had just the right hint of bacon in it.

“Deal.” He turned off the appetizer hot plate. “Hors d’oeuvres are no longer available.” He hooked one finger under the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted, bending sideways to peek.

Grasping his hand, she shook her head. “Hors d’oeuvres are only shoe-worthy.” She spun her chair, holding her foot out to him, tugging up the leg of her jeans to show him her laced-up shoe.

He frowned. “Two shoes and two socks, or it’s no deal.”

Rori pointed to the hot plate. “One more of those exquisite babies, and you’re on.”

With a chuckle, Jackson moved the appetizers closer to her, and got busy removing her shoe. “You drive a hard bargain, Rori.”

Leaning down, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “You’ll be driving a hard bargain, cowboy, once you see the naughty piece of silk I’ve got on under all these clothes.”

Tossing her shoes and socks aside, he stood quickly and picked her up in his arms. “Next course, coming right up.” He kissed her as he toted her into the dining room, then set her on the borrowed chair. “And darlin’, you’d better plan on eating fast.”

She blinked at him. “Are you changing the rules? Are we going to be getting naughty in our new house before the wedding night?”

He shook his head as he ran his finger over the strip of red silk at her shoulder. “Uh uh. That’s a rule set in stone.” He kissed her shoulder, nibbling softly. “But when we get back to the apartment…there will be no rules.” Jackson kissed her, his lips, his tongue possessing her mouth.

Rori’s heart soared. Whatever she’d done in her life to deserve this perfect man, she would be giving thanks for the rest of her days.


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Have a lovely, romantic weekend – and enjoy that big old football game, too!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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