A cowboy longs for the girl he left behind. A woman who vows to never submit to him. Can two people find a way to follow their heart's desires or will secrets destroy their budding romance?
Jesse's Girl
Series: Colorado Dreaming 2
Angela Claire
Siren Publishing
Erotic Western Romance
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Cowboy Jesse Whelan has dreamt of town princess Regina Winthrop—screwing her brains out anyway—since he first laid eyes on her. But she was too good for him, and too well guarded by that psychopathic father of hers. When Regina throws herself at Jesse on the night of her father's death, he can't bring himself to take advantage of her. Jesse comforts her instead, and then leaves town without a word.
Regina has never forgiven him for it.
A year and a half later, Jesse is back, mysteriously flush with cash and intent on claiming what Regina once offered to him. Regina has taken over her family ranch and learned some hard lessons in Jesse's absence, but she sure as hell doesn't plan on learning what she was begging him to teach her that night.
Will Jesse win Regina's love, or will both their dark family legacies threaten to overwhelm them?
Sneak Peek PG Excerpt:
“Come on, Regina, what kind of a bastard would I be to take advantage of you now, at a time like this?”
“The kind of bastard you are?”
He laughed. “Exactly my point, which is why I’m leaving now and you’re going to take a hot bath and get some sleep and face all this in the morning.”
She approached him purposefully, and he was so mesmerized by the sight of Regina Winthrop walking toward him rather than running away that he just couldn’t budge. When she was right in front of him, she put her hands on his shoulders, stood on her tippy toes, and placed her lips against his own. Even that most innocent of kisses sent a jolt right to his cock. He stayed still as she let up the pressure a bit, but the temptation to grab her chin, tilt her head, and plunge his tongue down her throat was almost overwhelming. He tried to remember what she’d just been through and finally pushed her gently away.
“Hey, you’re not thinking straight.”
“I am,” she whispered. “I am thinking straight, and I feel like if I keep thinking right now I’ll go insane and put a shotgun to my own head.”
The admission, coupled with his memory of Old Man Winthrop’s brains spilling out over the rock of that canyon cave and Regina’s face pushed against his shoulder to shield her from the sight, caused a visceral response. He pulled her into his arms, terrified that she could even think of doing something like that to herself even now. “Hush now, honey.”
He held her full against him, her long russet hair soft beneath his fingers as he stroked her scalp soothingly and then her back. She felt so right. He’d always known how right they would be together if they ever got the chance. Now wasn’t the time, though.
Nonetheless, he wouldn’t be leaving her alone tonight, not when she sounded so desperate.
“I’ll stay here with you then. Right outside your bedroom door if you want. When you’ve had some sleep, you’ll feel better.”
She buried her face in his shoulder, and he thought he felt just a touch of moisture on his shirt and with it a touch of his own panic. Jesus, if she started to cry, he didn’t know what he’d do.
“Please, Jesse. I feel so empty right now, so cold and empty. I can’t stand it.” In his arms, in the embrace he was trying to make comforting, she snuggled closer, tilting her hips right up against the erection that he was a right bastard for having at a time like this.
“But when I’m with you, I know I can feel something. Just to get close to you, just in the same room sometimes, gives me such a tingle. It’s magical. I think about you when I lie in bed and feel all tight and achy and wicked. Wicked just for feeling that way about you. But now I don’t care. I want to be wicked. I am wicked.”
Her confessions weren’t helping. He strived for a “good friend in time of need” tone, rather than an “about to come in his pants at the thought of her in bed thinking about him” tone. “You’re not wicked, sugar. All this crap they fill women’s heads with about not feeling… ah…sexual is just that. Crap.”
“Then love me. Now.”
“I can’t, Reggie. It wouldn’t be right.”
She reached up, her long fingers threading through his hair, and pulled his head down into another fervent kiss. The surprise of it is what did him in. This time, when her warm, soft lips pressed up against his, he thrust his tongue inside, suddenly feeling unable to help himself. She opened to him eagerly. Damn, but she tasted so good, so fresh and womanly. He groaned. Now he was the one not thinking straight.
“Please, Jesse,” she whispered against his lips after a moment. “Make me feel the magic. I know you can. I’ve always known you could.”
Her sweet, warm breath mingled with his own as she waited for his answer. Here, now, they were all alone just as he’d fantasized so many times, and she was asking him, begging him, to make her feel better. And if there was one thing Jesse Whelan was good at, it was making a gal feel better.
“You’d regret this, Regina.”
“No, no I wouldn’t. I know you want to. I can feel it. I can feel your…your thing.” She glanced down. “So just do it!”
He almost grinned at the tone. Now, that was a might more like the spoiled little rich girl he knew. Not begging now, but demanding. Demanding he fuck her, when in all probability, she didn’t exactly even know what that meant.
“Of course I want to, sweetheart. That’s not really the point.”
Her lower lip trembled, and she bit it on one side, as if the sharp nip of pain might bring it into line. All of a sudden, he saw he wasn’t going to get anywhere reasoning with Regina. She always did have more determination than was good for a girl. But she also looked dead tired, circles of deep blue uncharacteristically lurking beneath her eyes. Maybe he could just get her to rest. Lord knows, there wasn’t any woman here to help with it. Melinda might have, assuming she didn’t blame Regina for what her father had tried to do, but they had left Melinda and Jake back in town. He sure as hell couldn’t leave Regina alone long enough to ride back there.
“All right then. Let’s go upstairs.”
It was a first step at least to trying to get her to sleep. Regina smiled, took his hand, and led him up the long, ornate staircase to her fancy, white-frilled room at the top.
She sat on the edge of her bed. She seemed more nervous now. He was glad of it. It would make it easier to talk her out of this wild idea, not that he’d ever imagined he would be trying to talk Regina Winthrop out of going to bed with him. Clearly, this was a world gone mad.
Also available, Book 1 in the Colorado Dreaming Series, Heart of Stone
Heart of Stone
Series: Colorado Dreaming 1
Siren Publishing
Erotic Western Romance
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Widowed Colorado cowboy Jake Stone has a baby to take care of. But when he asks his aunt to come west to help, she sends Melinda O'Chauncey instead...a walking, talking inspiration for sex if Jake ever saw one. But Jake has no intention of ever marrying again, so he vows to keep his hands off the sexy new nursemaid. Easier said than done!
As skittish as Jake is about matrimony, Melinda couldn't marry the handsome cowboy, even if he got down on his knees and begged her. She has secrets of her own that she hopes are far, far behind in Boston.
Add to that a rash of mysterious happenings on the ranch that make Jake's wife's death a question mark, and a wedding may turn out to be the least of Melinda and Jake's problems. In fact, it looks like a funeral might be in store for them instead.
What Reviewers are saying about Heart of Stone:
5 STARS: "The sleeping-with-the-nanny fantasy is quite a common one. This book develops it into a tantalizing tale, full of great characters, a solid plot, and steamy sex. The sex is so awesome that I am still thinking of it--days after finishing the story. This is an awesome book!" -- Stephanie Rollins, BookreviewsRus.com
4.5 STARS: "There was just enough mystery, and just enough evil-doing to make Heart of Stone a good afternoon’s beach read. I liked the characters, the plot development, along with the demented plans of Winthrop, and the devious plans of Auntie back in Boston. I think you’ll like it, too." -- Patrizia Murrary, Manic Readers
4 TEA CUPS: "Heart of Stone is a very romantic historical western read that will have you thinking of the kind of struggles that could happen back in the mid 1800’s. The characters in this book were made for each other and there are parts that will make you laugh and others that will melt your heart. Enjoy this sweet story, sit back and enjoy the Wild West and true romance." -- Monica, Happily Ever After Reviews
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