I should be writing, but I felt like doing something off the wall and fun for a while. I have been working my tush off today! I mean really, I deserve fun time! And what's wrong with looking a hot photos of men. Pfft. That never gets old. Let's compare!
Mmm, they are all pretty hot. Brains or brawn? How about both? Leave me a comment below and tell me what you think through January 27th. I will give one person a free copy of Leather and Steel!
Fifteen years ago, Skye Erikson tucked tail and ran far from Tulsa, Oklahoma and railroader Brock Masterson. For six months their relationship blossomed into a raging love affair filled with hot, erotic nights. The relationship became intense and bordered on becoming serious, prompting Skye to run.
The years passed, but the memories endured, inhabiting her heart and mind. Brock had been the one man to masterfully control her body without words. She had thought of him over the years, and at times she considered trying to find him again, but fear prevented her from doing so.
A trip back to Tulsa lands her back in the strong arms of Brock, and she becomes a slave to the passion that once bubbled between them. Their intimate encounters rekindle a firestorm that cannot be denied any longer.
Will she admit her love for him or run again?
Excerpt:“Look, I’m sorry for calling you a liar. Mallory said you were married. I-I should have believed you.” She stumbled over her words, his advance making her anxiety grow.
“Calling me a liar is better than not calling at all.” He stopped just inches away after backing her against the wall.
“What do you mean?” she asked as warmth spread between her legs.
Brock placed his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between them. “You left without so much as a call. No note or explanation. Didn’t I deserve at least that much?”
Skye trembled but was in awe of him. His stern yet gorgeous eyes seemed to be filled with swirling hate. “I’m sorry. I was young, stupid,” she blurted out and took a deep breath. “I wanted to call you so many times—”
“Why didn’t you?” he asked and ground his molars together.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Fear.”
“Fear of what? What I might say?” he asked in demanding voice and smacked the wall beside her head with his palm, making her shudder.
“Yes, I mean. It hurt for me to leave, but I wasn’t ready for a commitment. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to see what life had to offer away from here. Then, the years went by and I tried to find you once and—”
“And you didn’t follow through.”
“I was scared.”
“I was scared a woman would answer,” she admitted. “I knew if I called and a woman answered, it would break my heart. Are you happy now?”
Brock pushed his body against hers and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His erection pressed against her belly, bringing back memories of a long-ago time when it was hers for the taking. “Why can’t I quit thinking of you?” he asked with a growl.
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