My very good friend D’Ann Lindun has another GREAT western romance hitting the shelves. This time her book comes in the form of an anthology with five other western writers.
chase her dreams… He stayed and ignored his… Can they find their dreams
ever wanted was to escape the tight fences of Black Mountain, Colorado. Nothing
would stop her from pursuing her goals–not a devoted boyfriend or infant son.
Leaving everything behind, she landed her dream job as a Western
Girl jeans model. Her sister’s wedding is the only thing that can entice
her home. What she learns upon her return shakes her to the core…and changes
care of his son and being a cowhand on his parents’ ranch. He scarified
everything to be a single dad. College. A career. Girls. Now, the one
woman he can’t forget is back in town. Can he take a chance, and risk his
heart, or steer clear and never know what might have been?
intentions—he was going to make her his tonight. She opened under his forceful
assault and his tongue plundered her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon or
peppermint. She didn’t know which, or care. All that mattered was the way his
lips and tongue tortured hers until she couldn’t think straight.
peaked and pressed against her satin bra. To give him access to them, she slid
back until her back was against the door. He covered her body with his bigger
one, feet on the floor, stuck under the steering wheel.
fit in here?”
“But we didn’t care back then.”
and so full of need it sent shock waves straight between her legs. Before she
could react, he flipped their positions. He sat in the seat with her straddling
him. Reaching alongside the seat with his right hand, he moved the seat back
far as it would go.
there’s just one more problem.”
clothes.” He reached for the buttons on her blouse. In seconds he’d bared her
breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he pulled deep. Madeline arched into the
sensation of his lips and tongue caressing her nipple.
place as he sucked. With his free hand, he covered her other breast, squeezing
the nipple between his first and second fingers.
clothes,” he said against her breast.
she muttered, kicking off her boots.
used to seemed easier.” Shan wiggled out of his own jeans, shorts and boots.
thumbs, he flicked her nipples until they stood at attention. She arched again,
her head thrown back. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
it was the way his soul touched hers that felt so right.
darted his tongue inside. Their tongues twisted together in a mating ritual old
as time. Familiar as yesterday.
forward, rocking her pelvis against his erect cock.
feminine mound. His thumb circled her clit until she gasped.
teasing. Hard to believe such soft skin could be so hard underneath. She ran a
tentative stroke along the underside, to his balls and back to the tip. A
shudder ripped through his entire body.
her clit. He spread his fingers wide. “You’re so wet.”
ear. “I can make it better.”
He tipped his fingers forward and pushed deep.
wave. Finally the tremors subsided.
feeling one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. When his work
roughened fingers brushed over the extended points, an aftershock hit her.
managed to gasp.
the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one
until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She
was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her
because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to
have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and
the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from
the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years
and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five
Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape
and color often show up in her stories!
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