You guys gonna stand here makin' goo-goo eyes at each other? Or are we goin' to Vegas? Keely demanded.

Whatcha say, cowgirl mine? Cord asked.

She grinned at the man she'd love for the rest of her life. I say it's about damn time.

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Rough Riders.

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Running With the Devil.

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Rough Riders 4: Tied Up, Tied Down.

A bad marriage is like a fierce thunderstorm on a fragile field of wheat. Will a proud Texas cowboy and a stubborn Boston-bred lawyer find shelter from a real summer storm long enough to rebuild their love?

Second Wind.

2007 Dee S. Knight.

Cocky cowboy Rafe Walker doesn't plan to meet a beautiful woman in designer jeans and ostrich boots at the rodeo, but the beauty catches his gaze just before the gate opens for his bull ride. Talk about losing focus! With one glance, his thoughts are of sexscented sheets, not hard, sawdust-covered dirt.

A city girl like her would never fit in on his ranch, but a weekend in Dallas? Yes, Ma'am, she'll do just fine. Little does he expect a ride wilder than with any bull. She grabs hold of his heart and his hottest fantasies and holds on tight.

Cathy Fitzgerald, raised in a wealthy eastern family, half falls in love with the rakish cowboy after one impulsive weekend of wild sex. She returns to Boston, breaks off her near engagement and waits to hear from Rafe. After months of silence, he surprises Cathy with a proposal. It's a shock to both of them when she accepts, and moves to his ranch in nowhere, Texas.

They soon find that passion alone can't sustain a marriage. Rafe's pride and Cathy's long hours at work breed distrust and broken hearts. Giving their marriage its second wind will take an act of nature.

Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex and graphic language.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Second Wind: I'm going to kiss you, Miss Catherine Fitzgerald. Is that all right?

He stepped closer before she had a chance to say yes. She set her cup on a stack of boxes. He tossed his into a nearby trash can, never having taken a sip. Her hands walked up the front of his shirt and over his shoulders to meet at his nape. His hands fit neatly at the small of her back. He pulled her to him.

He was tall, but on tiptoe her body meshed with his in all the right places. Firm, warm lips met hers. When his tongue demanded she open to him, she did. His flavor burst in her mouth, spearmint and heat, as he boldly explored.

Raising his head, he looked around with heavy-lidded eyes. He walked across the yard, dragging her beside him. After a quick glance, he threw open a stall door and slipped inside. Moments after closing the gate, he lifted her, fitting her over his erection, scraping her breasts against his chest. She dug tunnels through his hair with her fingers, knocking his hat on the straw where he'd dropped her Stetson. Hungrily, she pulled his lips back to hers.

She whimpered. He moaned, licking the inside of her mouth as though she were the sweetest treat he'd ever had. The grind of his hips suggested what he wanted and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took two steps to back her up to the inside wall. She twisted, rubbing her crotch into the bulge that seemed ready to burst through zipper and button and double stitching the jeans ads bragged about.

Rafe tore his mouth away even while they dry humped against the stables. She buried her face in his neck, oblivious to anything around them, ignoring all but the rising tide of incredible sensations spiraling outward from low in her belly. Her hips had a life of their own, slamming into his, grinding, rubbing, stroking, denim to denim, heat to heat.

His breath bellowed against her ear, sending tendrils of hair flying. God, I want you.

He smelled of dirt and animal and raw masculinity. His neck was gritty with dust. She didn't care. Her tongue streaked a path up the cords of straining muscle to his earlobe. She nipped it.

Yes. One word escaped, all she could manage as he shifted slightly and hit the right spot to send her over the edge. She gasped and held her breath, her head thrown back. Pinpricks of light flew across the blackness inside her lids.

Her nipples, sensitive and erect, pushed against the confines of her chambray shirt. The softness she'd admired when she bought the shirt that morning now seemed rough as sandpaper on her breasts. She should have worn a bra, but her small breasts rarely needed the support. Now the additional sensitivity helped prolong what had been an intense orgasm all on its own.

Finally, she came back to herself. Rafe's labored breathing matched hers, though the bulge in his jeans hadn't diminished. He let her slide down his body and then rested his forehead on her head. The sounds of people walking by penetrated her hearing and bright flames of mortification heated her cheeks.

You're hot, Catherine Fitzgerald. I think I was in high school the last time I did what we just did. And unlike you, Becky Thomson didn't get off on it back then, though I shot off like a firecracker. He grinned down at her. Guess turn about is fair play, though I sure would like to feel a little relief too.

She'd never done anything like that before, never. Not with her high school boyfriend to whom she'd lost her virginity, and not with the society lawyer to whom she was practically engaged back home. She'd had orgasms before, sure, but not with the primal passion she'd just experienced with this man she'd known about fifteen minutes. A piercing blaze had ripped through their clothing, without any touching or foreplay.

I hardly know what to say, Mr. Walker. This should be so embarrassing.

He stroked her hair, twirling a strand between calloused fingers and staring at it in awe. Call me Rafe. I think it's accepted etiquette for two people who humped like rabbits to use each other's first names.

Humped ?

Umm-hmmm. He held her hair to his nose and breathed in. Like rabbits. Though I think usually Mr. Rabbit isn't still hard and aching when they finish. Jesus, you smell good. Really good.

You smell like bull, Rafe.

He burst out laughing and stared down at her, his dimples like shining beacons, calling to her. You are all dusty and mussed. And so pretty I can hardly stand it. Come back to the hotel with me?

I don't even know you.

I think we knew each other the minute you smiled at me across the ring just before the gate opened.

I did not smile at you. She fingered his collar, thinking how much she'd like to be touching him instead of his shirt.

Oh yes you did. I never flirt with strange women. She cast him a doubtful look so he added, Not when I'm about to bull ride. But you you were different. I knew right away we'd get together. He leaned down to her ear. And I've never done this before. My partner's pleasure has never been so important. Come back to the room with me. Let's do it again only right this time. Let me make you feel good, Catherine Fitzgerald.

One tempting heiress. Two sexy cowboys. Three means fun beyond her wildest dreams until her Cord starts to unravel.

Take Me.

2007 Mackenzie McKade.

Thoroughbred rancher's daughter Caitlyn Culver has always wanted playboy Cord Daily, even after her daddy threatened to bankrupt him. But winning a racehorse in a poker game means Cord is no longer just a cattle rancher. He's come back wealthier and more wicked than ever.

Snaring this cowboy won't be easy for Cait, and keeping him will be even harder. Still, his sexual antics and taste for mTnages won't scare her off. She knows the best way to snag a man like Cord is to pretend indifference. So when he comes onto her in the barn, she plays along only to leave him tied to a ladder, aroused and unfulfilled.

It's payback time.

Cord seeks out Cait and brings along his playboy cousin, Dolan Crane. The two cowboys are enough to set her body afire. She's bound and determined to resist their sexual allure, but ends up experiencing a night beyond her wildest fantasies. Now Dolan wants Cait for himself. Cait's father wants Cord's racehorse. And Cord wants Caitlyn to choose her father's money or her cowboy's love.

Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, mTnage a trois, and BDSM.

Enjoy the following excerpt from Take Me: Cait nearly swallowed her tongue as she jerked away from the stall. Startled, her heart raced, only picking up speed when she saw who addressed her. Cord's deep, sexy voice and his soft laughter that followed sent chills up her spine.

In a last-ditch effort to steady her hands, she rested them on her hips. If it isn't the bad boy of Santa Ysabel, California.

Palm over his heart, Cord cried, Owww One minute he sported a mournful expression, the next his eyelashes lowered and he narrowed his eyes on her. When he pushed away from the stall Cait knew she was in trouble.

Her breath caught on an inhale.

Breathe.

He approached with bold, arrogant strides, flashing a drop-dead sexy smile that melted her insides.

She had to remind herself that Cord might make her mushy on the inside, but she had to be hard as nails on the outside in dealing with this man. Haughtily, she swept her gaze up and down him, pausing deliberately at his groin, before they came eye to eye.

Two can play this game.

Cait had been barely nineteen when she left California. She wasn't the same girl now. Still little had changed when it came to her desires. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Cord Daily.

Rumors were his sexual antics ran wild. His taste for mTnages had scared the living crap out of her. Not anymore. She'd take Cord any way she could have him.

Already she was imagining his lean, muscled physique pressed against hers, the feel of his slightly wavy blond hair between her fingers. The thought sent a twist of sensation in her belly and caused her heart to beat even faster.

The taut denim stretched low across his hips, outlining an impressive package one she had every intention of unwrapping and soon, but not yet. The time had to be right or she'd lose him.

Slowly, he caressed her from head to toe, stripping her naked a piece of clothing at a time with just a look.

Little did he know that's how Cait wanted it skin-to-skin. Night after night, she dreamed of Cord's hands roaming her body, heating her blood until she came apart at the seams.

Pulse pumping madly, she held her breath and prayed her aplomb wouldn't shatter. She managed not to flinch when he reached for the ribbon holding her hair and pulled, releasing her tresses to fall around her shoulders. She even contained a reaction when he used that ribbon to tickle her bare shoulder blades and tease the exposed swells of her breasts. But no amount of willpower could have restrained her gasp as he released the ribbon to slither down her T-shirt.

He was good damn good.

Her knees weakened, while her chest rose and fell more rapidly than she would prefer. And that wasn't all that was going on with her body. The sting in her nipples twisted into an ache that shot straight for her pussy. She only prayed he couldn't scent her arousal.

Stay focused, Cait.

She knew this man. He liked the game liked the hunt. But he had a little surprise coming.

She wasn't the prey he was.

When she snagged the bad boy, she had plans to hold onto him, no matter what her father said. Who was he to determine Cord wasn't good enough just because he didn't offer anything to the family but cattle?

For Christsake, she was a woman and she'd damn well make her own choices.

Cord speared his fingers through her hair, jerking her to him, chest to chest, hips to hips. His lips were a breath away from hers, tempting teasing.

Just another ploy to see if she'd close the gap between them kiss him first then he'd know he won.

Ain't gonna happen.

Something you want, Cord? When she spoke her mouth brushed across his. It was pure hell not to take what she wanted, especially with his trimmed goatee and mustache tickling and tantalizing her lips.

His eyes darkened, his voice lowered. You, darlin'.

This was the opening she'd been waiting for it was her move.

Cait's gaze peeled away from his as she smoothed her cheek along his. She felt the catch in his breathing as she brought her lips to his ear and blew lightly, before inhaling the rich scent of sandalwood.

I want you too. She coaxed her tone to be soft, husky. I've always wanted you.

If you only knew how much.

He tried to snake his arms around her, but she was quick in pressing her palm against his chest, holding him at bay. Slowly, she curled her fingernails so they bit into him.

His seductive mouth parted, drawing her attention.

God, how she wanted to taste him, knowing if she did there would be a power exchange and she would be lost. Uh-uh-uh. Let's play first. You like to play games, don't you, Cord?

Darlin', right now I'd do anything you ask. He shifted his hips. See what you do to me. He removed her hand from his chest, guiding it to his rock-hard groin.

Sinfully, he thrust his cock against her palm, working her hand up and down.

His intimate contact was more than she could have hoped for. The tightening of her grip rewarded her with deep growls that rumbled from his chest. The veins in his neck bulged. He leaned further into her touch and closed his eyes.

What next?

Her gaze darted around the barn. On a bench lay several strips of leather. Someone had been repairing a bridle. She released him and stepped away.

His heavy eyelids rose, his brow furrowing. Where are you going?

She gave him the most big-eyed, innocent expression she could muster. I'm going to tie you up. That's what you like, isn't it?

Cord's rich laughter caressed her. Darlin', you've got that backward.

Her bottom lip protruded into a little pout. Don't you want to play with me?