Western Sexin' Cowboy 3 Story Bundle - Sexy Cowboy Erotica

What is truly irreplaceable in this life, and what seems precious but is actually worthless?

Raphael is given a simple task: sneak into the palace belonging to the King of Athos  and steal the priceless jewels from the King’s only daughter so that they might be pawned for money, which would then be quietly redistributed to the townspeople. He does so at night, sneaking into Nymaane’s room and expecting a timid female who is frightened of her own shadow.   What he finds instead is a high-spirited woman who fights back and nearly overtakes him.  Taming her requires all of his considerable skills, but finally he manages it.  Nymaane, who is being forced into marriage on the following day to a man she abhors, begs Raphael to take her with him when he leaves.  He refuses, but Nymaane doesn’t take no for an answer. 

Bound for Pleasure  (formerly sold as After the Rain Has Fallen) is a sensual, sexy 10,000 word short erotic story that contains elements of graphic m/f sex, as well as rope play, bondage, and spanking.

Excerpt:

…Almost of their own volition, her arms went around him and she pulled him close, so that her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck and she was crushed against his muscled body. She could feel his erection pressing intimately against her and a strange, treacherous need to yield everything to him swept through her, melting her resistance.  Silently she reminded herself that she needed to focus on escape, but his touch was so distracting and so pleasurable that all she could think of was him.

He explored her body with possessive hands, moving far enough to the side so that he could run his hands over her breasts, pausing to drag his fingers over her nipples before slipping underneath her waistband trousers and down between her legs to caress her pussy.

A searing flame spread through her at his light touch. When his fingers stilled and pressed against that little nub between her thighs, she nearly cried out. “Don’t stop….”

He laughed, low in his throat, and dragged his fingers back upward to the neckline of her linen shirt. Gently he pulled apart the laces that held it together at her throat so he could bare her breasts and slid one hand lingeringly across them, his touch like a trail of fire across her flesh. “So sweet,” he murmured, and lifted one of her breasts so that he could fasten his lips around her nipple. The shock of seeing his face pressed against her breast, coupled with the feeling of him sucking on her nipple created new sensations of intense pleasure that raced through her body. She cupped his taut buttocks from behind and ground him against her as he lifted her other breast and sucked on her nipple, pulling at it gently and nibbling on it until she whimpered.

“Shhh,” he whispered, and kissed her again, forcing her mouth open, grinding his lips against hers more hungrily now.

She answered his kiss with an even hungrier one of her own, her tongue meeting his, her hips twisting restlessly against him as her body sought completion that only he could bring. He seemed to sense her growing need and began rubbing between her thighs again, his fingers light, like butterfly’s wings; then slipping lower to probe her, the tip of his finger sliding inside her.

Involuntarily her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more, wanting to complete what he’d started. Even so, this latest sensation raised new danger signals in her mind. What was she doing? Was she going to give in to this thief, just because he’d said he wanted her? All of sudden she became very aware of how this was going to end.
She knew she was teetering on a precipice—a place of capitulation where she gave him everything he wanted and became just another feather in his cap, a notch on his bedpost, another woman who’d so easily surrendered to his masculine arrogance. And when he left in the morning, he’d have stolen both her jewels and her pride, leaving her to marry her elderly cousin with her only chance at escape having passed her by.

The thoughts were enough to bring her to her senses. Fighting the nearly paralyzing quality of his lovemaking, she reached downward even as he was kissing her and probed beneath the mattress for the other dagger she’d concealed. When she touched the handle, she grasped it and slid it out, hiding it against the mattress as she began to twist against him, not with desire this time but with alarm. When he lifted his head and she saw the raw, unleashed passion in his gaze, her alarm grew and she bucked wildly, surprising herself with her own strength and throwing him off.

He growled and reached for her again, but before he could grasp her she brought the knife up and sliced him on the arm. A thin trail of blood immediately welled up from the wound. His eyes widened and lips thinned to a grim line.
She scrambled backwards on the bed until she was half-kneeling, half-sitting, with the knife held threateningly in front of her.

Studying her with a suddenly cool gaze, he moved out of reach. The look on his face was one of controlled calm. Clearly he was searching for a weakness. Suddenly Nymaane became very aware that he wasn’t the kind of man she might normally encounter in the palace. She’d maimed none other than the Gentleman Rogue, the man who had outwitted everyone her father had sent after him, a man who always left with what he’d come for. He was just one step above a violent criminal, and the rage in his eyes told her he wasn’t going to just walk away, not this time, not ever…

When the heat is on, anything that can happen…will.

Out of Uniform, Book 5

When her long-time fiancé breaks off their engagement, saying he needs to “explore other avenues”, Annabelle Holmes has no trouble reading between the lines. Bryce thinks she’s a prude. Funny, since when it comes to acting out sexual fantasies, he’s always been the squeamish one.

Determined to prove him wrong, she sublets an apartment in San Diego, grabs pen and paper, and lists all her sexual fantasies. Intending to surprise Bryce with it as soon as possible. Only the list winds up in the wrong hands—or are they the right ones?

Navy SEAL Ryan Evans is expecting a little impromptu fun with his always-willing, blonde-and-leggy neighbor. But when he slides into her bed, he finds horrified, brunette-and-curvy Annabelle instead—along with her naughty list.

Embarrassment doesn’t begin to cover it when Annabelle realizes where her list has ended up. But then Ryan makes her a delicious offer: The chance to check off every last wild, wicked item—with the help of his equally hot SEAL team buddy, Matt.

A harmless fling is easy to add to her list. Then something unexpected happens that’s not so easy to cross off…

Warning: This title features a sassy heroine, a Navy SEAL hero, and a sex list—being organized has never been so much fun! Be prepared for hot sex on the floor, in public, and even with someone watching…

It was just a little innocent research…

Romance writer Julia Martin is fine with her life, just the way it is. Her simple apartment, successful career and Thursday-night pizza dates with her too-hot-for-words editor Ross are more than enough for her. At least, that’s what she thinks until her cat dies.

Ross Philips has spent years lusting after his shy best friend, but fears his rather strong sexual desires will be too much for Julia. When she falls into a depression over the death of her cat and stops writing, Ross decides she needs a change.

His suggestion? Try a new genre—erotica. And, of course, being such a good friend and editor, he even plans to help her do a little research.

It’ll take more than a fire hose to cool down this attraction…

Fated, Book 1

Rain, rain, go away. That’s Jenna’s mantra as she suffers through yet another rain-soaked walk home from work. At least the tight butt of the guy walking in front of her offers some distraction. When he turns around and asks to share her umbrella, she realizes his front view is as smokin’ as the back. What better way to get up close and personal with the object of her ogling?

Brett noticed his hot little neighbor weeks ago, but until now hadn’t worked up the nerve—or found the opportunity—to approach her. Too many hours at the fire station has left him longing for something more out of life. Like the company of a sweet, sexy woman. Maybe, if he’s lucky, kindling a relationship.

Jenna surprises herself again when she offers to let him dry off in her apartment. One minute he’s toweling off his hair, the next their chemistry explodes in the hottest sex either of them have ever experienced. And suddenly they’re both wondering if he’s the match to her tinder, or if it’s too much, too fast…

In this heat wave, anything and everything goes.

A Red-Hot Summer story.

Shelby Harper has lusted over Navy SEAL John Garrett for over a year, but no matter how many sexy signals she sends out, the man shows a complete lack of interest in getting naked. Then she overhears Garrett talking to his SEAL teammate—a discussion in which they conclude she’s vanilla. Stung, Shelby sets out to show them exactly how un-vanilla she is.

Garrett can’t believe it when sweet, sexy Shelby suggests a wild and sweaty ménage. He’s been trying to figure out how to ask her out without coming off as a guy who only wants to get in her pants—her friendship is too valuable to him to risk it. But if a crazy, heat-wave three-way is what Shelby wants, then he’s ready and willing to give it to her.

Once she gets it out of her system, however…well, then he’ll let her know he wants her all to himself.

DIRTY DEEDS...when good, clean fun isn’t an option.

Just once, good girl Tate Cross wants to experience a red-hot, no-strings-attached affair. She’s temporarily left her graphic artist position in Denver to settle her aunt’s estate in Spearfish, South Dakota. However, Tate receives a city mandate: she must comply with new landscaping regulations before she can resell the property. Given Tate’s precarious finances, she asks her friend, Val for advice. Val swears her brother—owner of a local construction company, and a man well-versed in purely physical relationships—might consider trading dirt work for art lessons. When Tate meets the mysterious Casanova, can she convince him to toss in a few sex lessons as well?

Nathan LeBeau believes few women look at the Native American man beneath the filthy work clothes and hard hat. He’s kept past liaisons casual—a fact his sister shared, hence Tate’s sexy proposition of wanting a hands on demonstration of his sexpertise. But in truth, he’s tired of relationships based solely on sex. His goal of proving he’s not completely hopeless in matters of the heart is second only to his dream of expanding his business.

What happens when Tate desires no-holds-barred sex and Nathan favors a good old-fashioned romance?

A battle of wills ensues.

And Tate is willing to get down and dirty to get what she wants.

A hard man is good to find…and impossible to resist.

The Vaughn Series, Book 4

Since a car accident left her unable to have children, Grace Vaughn has hidden her heart behind a wall. So far it’s held strong, and no one complains much—except the few men she dates.

Now that fortress is crumbling thanks to Jackson Hill, an annoyingly attractive man who makes her imagination go wild just watching him in the office. He’s practically bullied her into attending a Vegas conference with him. Three days alone with the delicious Jackson—in Sin City, no less—is sure to push her right over the edge.

With a loving family, a decent bank account, a nice set of clubs, Jackson’s life is almost complete. Except for the missing piece. Grace. She sets a fire in his blood, and the conference is the perfect crowbar to get past her defense mechanisms. It’s time to see if the bump-and-grind potential in that booty of hers can be channeled into something a little more satisfying than looking.

He’s got just the tactic to get her to let down her guard—and hopefully her panties. A wicked bet. Because if there’s one thing he knows about Grace, she can’t resist a double-dog-dare…

New Year’s resolutions have never looked so good.

New Year’s Eve. The party is rockin’, and Claire is in her usual spot holding up the wall. It’s all right. She’s much happier scribbling in her trusty little notebook than mingling. Especially since those notes turn into the sexy erotic romances she pens in secret. Those two gorgeous gods across the room are perfect hero material and…oh dear, are they headed her way?

Mason and Hunter know she won’t remember them as the scrawny geeks they were in high school. She also doesn’t know they’ve been lusting after her for ten long years, waiting for her to meet a man and have a normal relationship. They’re through waiting. The time has come to make their move—and show her exactly how much they’ve changed.

One night in the middle of a Mason/Hunter manwich, and Claire has enough research material to fill a hundred notebooks. Good thing she’s got OfficeMax on speed dial to order more. Except suddenly her two hunks have this crazy idea that keeping her is selfish. Selfish? She may be mousy, but this mouse is about to roar…

Every good girl longs for a chance to be a little naughty.

Raw from an ugly divorce and wrung out from her demanding job, Haley Thorne needs a break. When Haley’s doctor urges her to take a vacation, she heads to her secret cabin in the woods.

The very first night, Haley dreams of an erotic threesome that leaves her panting and aroused. When sexy police detective Jeremy Pickett shows up at her door, she’s shocked: He looks like the man in her midnight fantasy! Levelheaded Haley unleashes her inner seductress and has a little fun—handcuffs and all!