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Have A Longneck With Rafe McCord

Exciting news! The Cowboy Lust anthology is available in paperback today (a month early!) at Amazon (Kindle version is still pre-order) My short story in the book is Banging the Cowboy. Belly up to the bar, order yourself a cold one, and say ‘howdy’ to Rafe McCord.


Rafe spends six days a week riding herd over twenty-thousand cattle and a bunkhouse full of unruly cowpokes. His Saturday nights he spends hanging out at the local honky tonk. Not as much for the one-nighters he’s always been able to pick up, but lately…it’s to watch Annie. Up there on the stage playing her drums like she does every weekend.

As he takes a long pull on his bottle of American beer, he decides tonight’s the night. He’s going to go for it. Annie’s been avoiding him for too long, now, and in his opinion, it’s well past time they got together.

The band finishes the last song of the night and the house lights come up. Rafe tips back the rest of his brew, sets the bottle on the bar, and resettles his Stetson on his head.

Ignoring an unfamiliar twinge of nervousness, he squares his shoulders and walks to the stage.


Excerpt: Annie folded the legs on her throne and set it aside, and started unscrewing the wing nut holding her ride symbol on its stand but stopped, sensing someone behind her. She turned and nearly tripped on the base drum pedal. “Rafe?”

Standing this close, she could see the faint scar that slashed his cheek, and smell his aftershave, dark and mysterious. Just like him. Then his lips curved into a seductive grin, making her insides shimmy, amping up her desire until it was painful to keep from touching him.

“So. You’re single and rich, huh?”

She blinked a few times.

He bent and picked up her throne, then grabbed her floor tom. “Your van’s out back?”

She nodded, amazed that he was helping, but even more so that he knew she had a van, and where she parked it.


Another stunned-speechless nod from her.

He gave a quiet laugh and walked off, his heavy thighs bunching as he went down the steps, his boots thudding heavily on the wood. And all she could do was stare at his ass.

She unfastened everything and picked up the bass drum just as he came back. He took it, and as their fingers brushed, their gazes locked. His nostrils flared and she imagined him doing the same thing as he moved his head between her spread thighs, looking at her over her mound as he breathed deep of her woman scent. His lips would open and his tongue would find her secret place, exploring, licking, and kissing. “Oh, yes.”

“Yes?” he said with a wily grin.

Had she just moaned that out loud?

Blurb: Every Saturday for a year, Annie Paris has lusted after Rafe McCord from behind her drumset on stage at the honky tonk. The Big Cowboy, they call him, and rumors say he likes it rough in the bedroom. The thought of banging him makes Annie’s pussy tingle and cream.

But Rafe is a one-night-stand kind of guy, and Annie couldn’t handle seeing him every Saturday, knowing she’d already had her one night with him. That there’d be no more.

Tonight, something’s different. Rafe doesn’t leave with a woman. And he’s been staring at Annie since he came in the door. At closing time, he sets his longneck on the bar, and swaggers toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his smile pure sexual invitation. Annie’s slit contracts and her nipples harden. Oh, God, if he asks her to his house for a rough ride on his big, hard cock, where would she find the strength to say “no”?


Enjoy your brew – it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Turn Up the Heat,Chase and Seduction and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon
and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
The paperback format of Cowboy Lust is available now (a month early!) at Amazon (Kindle version available for pre-order, still)

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