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Enter to Win a Signed Paperback – Scary Romance from Randi Alexander

Halloween is coming, and I’m excited about ghosts and goblins and jack-o-lanterns and trick-or-treating! In the “spirit” of the holiday, I have a new paperback for you! Unforgiven Spirit, Book 2 of the Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch, is available at Createspace now, and will soon be at Amazon and other sites. I’d love to send you a signed copy, so look below to enter the giveaway.

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Halloween Will Be Here Before You Know It! Get Your First Scare Today! – Randi Alexander

I have three books releasing this month, all of them dealing with Halloween themes. The first one, available now, is Haunting a Cowboy.

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Haunting a Cowboy, Book 1 of the Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch Series

When ranch foreman Thad McCade’s life is disrupted by something supernatural, he reluctantly allows a ghost whisperer in to try to clear his home. But Madam Ruby is not at all what he expected. She’s actually Cheyenne Redford, wears a business suit, and drives an expensive SUV. In seconds, she discerns the identity of the restless spirit, and Thad immediately ushers her out of his house. He’s not ready to face memories he has buried for years.

Despite her parent’s insistence that she work in their respectable family business, on weekends Cheyenne indulges her secret passion for communicating between worlds. This time, though, the spirit haunting the sexy cowboy is powerfully intent on making itself a nuisance, and its disturbances are escalating. Despite Thad’s resistance, Cheyenne is determined to find out why.

The hot Montana summer spurs a sensual attraction between Cheyenne and Thad, and they indulge their craving for a physical and emotional connection. When Cheyenne pushes the cowboy for more information to help her release the earthbound spirit, he walks away, leaving her heartbroken and confused. Can Thad overcome his fear and guilt before time runs out for the ghost…and before Cheyenne moves on with her life?

Haunting a Cowboy Randi Alexander

Excerpt from Haunting a Cowboy: When Cheyenne finished her beer, she stood. “Well, since there’s no one but you and me here tonight, I’d better get going.” She looked out the window. Pitch black. “Could I borrow a flashlight? I didn’t think of grabbing one before I walked down here.

Thad got to his feet. “You walked?” Leaning over, he picked up his keys out of the bowl by the door. “Let me drive you back.”

“No, please.” She stepped to the screen door. “I don’t mind the walk. It’s so beautiful here, with the stars and…” She rolled one hand around, trying to come up with something else to add.

Thad grabbed a rifle from behind the door. “And night critters that are prowling, looking for their next meal.” He checked to see that it was loaded.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. In the city, night critters walk on two legs, and carry knives.”

“I’ll walk you.” He leaned close to her.

His scent filled her mind with warm, naughty ideas as she blinked up at him, parting her lips. Would he kiss her now?

He frowned and flipped on the porch light. “After you, ma’am.”

Turning her face away, she hid the warmth that flooded her cheeks. Crap, what an imagination she had. Stepping outside, the cool night chilled her romantic notions down to manageable proportions.

They walked along the gravel drive in silence.

A howl came from a distance. In the nearby woods, scurrying sounds startled her, making her lurch a bit, and stumble into him.

Taking her elbow in his hand, he got her straightened out, but kept his hold on her arm.

The heat racing through her, starting at her arm and running all the way up and into her bloodstream, gave her chills.

“Cold?” His voice came close to her ear.

Was he making his move now? She could see the lights of Sayde’s house ahead. Would he kiss her now, or wait until he dropped her off at the door? Oh lord, those two beers had really hit her hard. She was wanting things she probably shouldn’t even be thinking about.

But if she was reading him right, and for some reason she was able to read him a little too well, he was wanting her just as much.

They stepped from the gravel road onto the concrete driveway at Sayde’s house.

He released her. “Cheyenne.” In the low illumination from a faraway yard light, his eyes glimmered.

Her intuition told her he wanted her, but was too reserved to take what he desired.

“Thad.” She stepped close to him, ran her hands from his chest up to his neck and went up on tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.

For a second, he stiffened, then he opened his mouth, the hand not holding the rifle wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against him.

Amazing, his lips felt so firm and hot, his breath laced with beer and sexy, pure man, mingled with his woodsy scent and forced a shiver through her.

Where their hips pressed together, she could feel a bulge. She touched her tongue to his lips.

“Goddamnit.” Thad released her, stepped back, and breathed hard.

The loss of his heat against her cooled her as much as the look in his eyes. Pure terror.

“Get inside, Cheyenne. It’s not safe out here.” He growled the words and turned, walking away.

*~*~*~*

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New to 69 Shades of Smut @AnitaPhilmar

Hi everyone,

I’m so excited to be a part of this group. There are some amazing erotic authors here with some awesome hot stories.

To tell you a little about me, I have been writing erotic for a number of years and have a wide variety of stories avail

able. I basically started with fantasy in the Black Dragon series, then move to shapeshifters, play around with a few story stories. Enchanted with the my roots, I gravitated to western and have settle for the moment on hot, historical western.

I just started a new series called Naked Bluff, Texas. The first book “In Deep Water” came out a few months ago.
Still, I’d like to introduce you to my work with a free read.

Hot Prairie Nights  is a short read that takes place in Kansas during the 1800’s.

Here’s the Blurb

It’s a hard life living on the western plains. Elizabeth
Murphy knows she lives it every day.
Then just like some medieval knight in shining armor, a
stranger arrives at her door. He claims to be a friend, who is down on his luck
and looking for work.
Just looking at him sets her body on fire, and with them
sharing a small log cabin, the nights are bound to heat up. Can she resist the
chance to take a ride with the cowboy? Or should she trust him at all?
After all, he thinks wearing a shirt is an optional item and
he knows way too many facts about her dead gun slinging husband?
You can download Hot Prairie Nights at
or at amazon

Here’s a little to get you started.

Chapter One

The sight at the end of her gun set Elizabeth Murphy on fire. Eighteen months without sex had her craving the touch of a man. Yet, most didn’t even cause a stir in her blood, but this one sparked a reaction in her libido.

Why?

She blinked and stared at the man riding across her land.     What did he have that other men didn’t?

Wide shoulders and with his cowboy hat set low over his eyes, he moved with the gate of the horse as if he were an extension of the animal. The gentle rocking reminding her of…she lowered her rifle. A deep-seated yearning curled in her stomach.

As a woman on a spread by herself, she couldn’t afford to be friendly with strangers. No, she had to protect the ranch and greet everyone with caution.

Standing on the front porch of her cabin, she allowed her gaze to venture to the barn, then onto the corral where two horses stood. She’d brought them in from the fields a few hours ago in anticipation of her trip into town tomorrow. The sun sinking low on the horizon reminded her that she had supper waiting inside.

The increase patter of a horse’s hooves caught her attention and she stared again at the stranger.

“Might as well stop right there,” Lizzie called and cocked her gun. “I’m not much on uninvited guests.”

The man pulled on the reins, drawing the horse to a walk and then to a stop. “I can understand why a woman in your position might feel that way, but I’m a friend of your husband.”

The thought didn’t inspire warmth. Instead, she lifted her gun. “My husband was a gun-slinging gambler. He didn’t have the most reputable friends.”

A slight smirk passed over the man’s lips. He nodded. “Yes, but I knew him as a child back in Oklahoma. Heath Holmes is the name. I’m sure Daniel mentioned me once or twice.”

The name did sound familiar. What had Daniel said about Heath?

She licked her lips and fought the hunger to see this man’s strong muscular body naked and up close. She stared at his mount to gather more information. His black horse had the markings of a thoroughbred. The detail design of his saddle, and the rich quality of the man’s clothes spoke of someone who had money. So why visit her here?

“I recall the name, but Daniel didn’t particularly enjoy his childhood. His mother didn’t provide him with a great upbringing.” Lizzy lowered her gun to her waist but kept the barrel pointed at Heath. Could she trust him?

“True, at times he would have starved, if not for my family, but then with six mouths to feed, what was one more?” Heath swung his leg over the saddle and stepped down from his horse, and turned.

Lizzie’s mouth watered and her palms slipped on the gun. She rested the butt of her rifle on the porch railing for fear of firing it off accidently. Thoughts of what Daniel has said about his youth warred with her desire to get to know Heath better. Her gaze slid down his six foot frame, broad shoulders, full chest, trim waist, and thick thighs. Nothing about him seemed to hint at him not being able to take on any task.

“Right, Daniel did mention his mother’s love of whiskey and how your family was his saving grace.” Lizzy waved him over to the barn. “Why don’t you unsaddle your horse and put him in the corral? There’s a pump next to the water trough if you want to clean up and stay a spell?”

She stepped back as Heath grew closer. The desire racing through her body tempted her with thoughts of jumping off the porch and into his arms. With only a few kisses, he could have her out of her bloomers and be pounding his cock deep inside her within seconds.

A sigh escaped at finally satisfying her lust for sex. Stunned by the needy sound, she rushed on with, “I was just getting ready to set down for supper, if you’d like to join me?”

“Thanks, I’ll just get Sasha settled and be right in.” Heath grinned and led his horse to the barn.

 

Hope you enjoy and thanks everyone at 69 Shades of Smut for letting me join the group,
Anita Philmar
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New Release! Hot Cowboy Menage! TEAM ROPING, Book Two in The Buckle Bunnies Series!

What’s better than a hot cowboy?  Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you’ll get in TEAM ROPING, the second book in my BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

Remember I mentioned that this series focuses on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can’t get enough of them?  Well, in this book, sexy bar owner Dallas O’Shea has a pair of steer ropers competing for her attention.  She can’t choose between the two men, though, so she tells them that she won’t sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them – at the same time!

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She’s not going to sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them!

When two hot rodeo riders walk into Dallas O’Shea’s bar, she can’t help but notice them. Steer ropers Mack Carter and Ked Everett have set their sights on her, too, regardless of the fact that she’s going to be mixing drinks until closing. Any other time, she would have jumped at the chance to rope herself a hot stud like Mack or Ked – what woman didn’t like a pair of cowboy boots under her bed now and then?

When closing time comes around, both men are still there. She can’t choose between the two cowboys, so she tells them she won’t sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them. She doesn’t think they’ll take her up on the offer – they look like they’d rather shoot each other before bedding her together. But they surprise her by agreeing – on one condition. Afterward, Dallas has to honestly tell them who was better in bed. Two hunky cowboys, each motivated to please her like she’s never been pleased before? How can a woman lose in a situation like this?

For Dallas, it’s going to be a night like she’s never had, and for Mack and Ked, the night ends with the cowboys getting a chance to demonstrate two of their greatest talents – roping and riding. Yeehaw!

Excerpt:

Her gaze went to Mack and Ked. They were both lounging back on their bar stools, looking more handsome than two men had a right to be. Since they’d hung around this long, they obviously weren’t going anywhere. For the first time, she started thinking she might really end up with company for the evening. But which one would she take home with her? Whoever it was, they were definitely going to her place. She wasn’t a hotel kind of girl.

She gave them a careful perusal as she rinsed out the blender she’d used to make the cosmic screwdriver. They were both damn hot, each in his own unique way.

Ked was broader and more muscular. Mack had that lean, wiry look that so many rodeo riders possessed. Ked’s hair was a bit shorter than Mack’s, but she’d have no problem getting her fingers lost in either man’s.

Both men were at least a foot taller than she was — that was important. She liked a guy who could pull her into his arms and make her melt. That didn’t work out so well when a woman was taller than her man.

Both had that slight stubble on their jaws she found so attractive. Her hand just itched to caress all that scruff.

Both had very interesting bulges in their jeans, too — bulges that made her mouth water with delight at the thought of how well-endowed they must be.

Hell, both men even had damn near perfect boots on — she’d caught a glimpse when she’d leaned over the bar to talk to them earlier.

So, how was she supposed to decide between them?

She didn’t know, but figured she couldn’t go wrong either way. Something told her both men would be championship buckle material in the sack. The image made her pussy suddenly throb. She would have slid her hand down for a caress or two, but the customers probably would have noticed her playing with herself.

Dallas bit her lip to stifle a moan and glanced at the clock again. One-thirty. It was a little early to give last call, but she did it anyway. The regulars grumbled at that, but she pacified them quickly enough by announcing the final round was on the house.

Mack and Ked both looked relieved to hear it was closing time. To her surprise, they grabbed some towels from behind the bar and wiped down the tables as customers slowly trickled out. They sure were eager to get her into bed, weren’t they? She almost told them they didn’t have to help, but then she got a look at their jean-clad butts as they turned to put the chairs up on the tables and forgot what she’d been going to say.

Damn, those were some great asses.

Since she had two men more than willing to help clean up the place, Dallas let Caleb and the waitresses go early. Her cook, Marsala, left as soon as she cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. As Dallas watched the two men sweep the floor — while eyeing each other like a pair of ornery bulls—she called cabs for the patrons too blasted to walk home, much less drive. She was grateful to Mack and Ked for helping her get those who’d overimbibed into their rides when they got there. That was usually the worst job of the night, but for the rodeo cowboys rustling drunks was probably nothing compared to manhandling a couple hundred pounds of pissed-off steer.

“I need to do some paperwork before I leave,” she said as they closed the door behind the last of the customers. “You’ll both be here when I come out of the office, right?”

“I can’t speak for Ked, but I’m not going anywhere,” Mack said.

“Me, either,” Ked agreed.

Her lips curved. She hoped that’d be their answer.

Dallas quickly counted up the credit card receipts and cash, then locked everything in the safe in her office. It took a few more minutes to handle the accounting books.

Mostly because she was preoccupied with the two horny cowboys out there cleaning up for her as she marked down Sara as being out while throwing some overtime cash to her other workers for handling the big rodeo rush so well. What the heck was she going to do with Mack and Ked?

They were both gorgeous as sin, both obviously interested in her, and both looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun. In other words, both were perfect for her. Unfortunately, there was no practical way to choose between them.

She supposed she could ask each man for a kiss and see which was better. Kind of like test driving a car. Then again, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. As competitive as these two were, it’d likely start a fist fight between them, and she’d be left with a busted-up bar and no sex.

Sighing, she turned off the light and walked out of her office to find her potential bedmates leaning casually back against the bar and looking good enough to eat. It was useless. There was no way she could choose between them.

Why should she have to?

Dallas almost gasped at the thought. What was she saying, that she wanted to have a threesome with them? It was something she’d always fantasized about — didn’t every woman? But that had only been a fantasy. She’d never imagine doing it for real. Here was her chance. Only a fool would pass that up.

Of course, she had no idea if these two cowboys would go for it.

They’d turned down the lights in the bar until the place felt more like an old-fashioned saloon than a modern cowboy bar. She liked it—the darkened room set the perfect ambience for what she intended.

They had also flipped the switch on the welcome light in the front window. Now it read Closed — Come Back Real Soon!

These two thought of everything.

Everything except the possibility that she wanted to sleep with both of them, she’d wager.

Dallas put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she approached the two men. Their gazes slid down her body like warm honey to settle on her swaying hips. She had their undivided attention — good.

She came to a halt in front of them, then made a point of looking at the bar which they’d not only cleaned, but polished too, as well as the stacks of crated glassed they’d washed and dried.

“Thanks for all the help,” she said. “If you hadn’t, I’d be stuck here for another hour.”

“No problem.” Mack grinned. “I think I can speak for Ked when I say we definitely had an ulterior motive.”

She let a slow, sexy smile pull up the corners of her lips. “Really? And what motive is that?”

Mack pushed away from the bar to close the distance between them. This near, she could smell his cologne and that unmistakable scent of pure masculine yumminess. Dang, it was amazing how arousing a man’s scent could be.

“Oh, I think you know,” he said in that soft rumbling voice of his. “The sooner we close up this bar, the sooner one of us gets your clothes off.”

The blatant confidence in his words made little goose bumps chase each other across her skin. She licked her lips.

“That’s a pretty good motive.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ked nudged Mack aside and moved in front of her. “And I think you’re as interested in getting your clothes off as we are. The only thing you have to decide is who’s going to get to see you naked—me or Mack?”

Dallas laughed and pushed past both of them to walk over to the bar. Stepping up on the foot rail, she turned and levered herself up until she was seated on the highly polished wood. She wiggled back and forth on top of the bar, wondering briefly what it would be like to get fucked up here.

But right now she had to focus on this next part — or she might not be getting fucked tonight at all.

She lounged back on the palms of her hands, kicking her booted feet and giving them her naughtiest smile.

“That part is easy. I’m not going to sleep with either of you.” She gave them a sultry look. “Unless I sleep with both of you.”

Both men stood there staring at her in stunned silence. From the looks on their faces, they clearly didn’t like the idea. Damn. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good suggestion.

Ked’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”

Then again, maybe this might still work. She nodded. “I’m very serious. You two have spent the whole night trying to charm my pants off, and I’m more than willing to let that happen.”

She moved her hands to her belt buckle and slowly began to undo it. Their eyes locked on her movements as if she’d reached for a gun.

“But I’ve decided it’d be wrong to choose between you — and that I shouldn’t have to. If you both want me, you can have me, but you have to be willing to work together. Is that something you can do?”

The way the two men eyed each other made her seriously doubt her sexual magnetism. They looked as if they’d rather shoot each other than bed her together.

She stopped working her buckle and looked at her watch instead. “If you two can’t handle that, you might want to hurry on down the street to The Last Chance Saloon. They stay open a little later than the rest, and there might be a few lonely girls left looking for a cowboy to ride.”

Mack and Ked looked at each other again. After a moment, Ked nodded. Mack nodded back.

“We agree — on one condition,” Ked said. “At the end of the night, you have to honestly tell us which one of us is better in the sack.”

“And no wimping out with one of those you-were-both-so-wonderful lines,” Mack added. “We want an honest answer.”

Dallas felt her whole body start to vibrate. Two hunky cowboys competing to prove themselves the best lover? How could a girl lose in a situation like this?

“Deal,” she said.

She was lying through her teeth, of course. There was no way she was going to give them the answer they were looking for, but she’d deal with that later. If things went the way she hoped, both men would be so exhausted after she was done with them they wouldn’t have enough energy to worry about their silly sexual competition.

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New Release! Hot Cowboy Menage! RIDE OF HER LIFE!

What’s better than a hot cowboy?  Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you’ll get in RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

A while back I mentioned that I hadn’t written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH’S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn’t wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I’m going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can’t get enough of them!

The series will be filled with menages – both M/F/M and F/M/F – spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There’ll even be some surprises tossed in along the way!

Happy Reading!

This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!

Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they’re all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.

When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn’t stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.

Excerpt:

Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.

She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.

Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.

Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.

Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.

Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.

She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.

“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It’s not that I’m concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it’s that you’re doing it without me.”

Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer’s shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.

His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau’s arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.

She felt Beau’s mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.

Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.

She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.

Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.

The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.

“Ride ’em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.

Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer’s kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I’ll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?

The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”

A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”

The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.

“They let women in the rodeo now? That’s nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”

Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”

Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.

“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.

Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”

Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”

The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.

The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.

As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.

Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn’t sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.

She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let’s slow down before I pass out. This isn’t supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”

Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she’d be wedged back between them soon enough.

Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.

“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.

The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.

She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.

“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”

Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.

“They didn’t have anything else left,” Beau’s said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”

“Huh.”

She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.

She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.

“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What’s the saddle for?”

He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?

“Rodeo riding doesn’t pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don’t trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”

She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It’s beautiful.”

Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”

Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.

She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you’re right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau’s shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.

So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren’t going to make me do all the work, are you?”

The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.

They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn’t help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.

Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau’s abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.

She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”

“Rule?”

He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”

It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.

“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair’s fair.”

“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”

Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.

She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.

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