A Western Romance...
When Kathleen and Carter meet, it’s intrigue at first sight, and they awaken
from emotional exile. A turn of events finds her spontaneously joining him on
his working ranch. Despite being really hard work, she’s blissfully happy—and
the fringe benefits aren’t too shabby either.
Carter can’t believe his luck. He desperately needed a housekeeper, not that
he welcomed this amazing woman into his home for that reason. He can cope with
her bond with her daughter, no matter how it forces him to remember his lost
young son. And he can’t give her his heart, but what he can give is surely
enough.
In love with this amazing man, Kate ignores that Carter withholds, believing
he’ll change, and she’s willing to wait. When she inadvertently discovers he
was angling for a housekeeper all along, it knocks her blinders off.
She’s done waiting. She deserves more—and so does he.
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Excerpt:
“I think I’m good. I should probably get to bed,” she said. “What time do
you get up?”
“Early. And I head out straight away. You stay in bed until you’re ready to
face the day. I’ll leave you my cell number, and you text me. I’ll head back.”
“I’m an early riser too.”
“Five o’clock for me tomorrow, Kathleen.”
“Oh, maybe not. I’ll text you.”
He pulled out his cell. “What’s your number?”
With the exchange complete, he lurked in the doorway. “The bathroom is
across the hall. Towels in the cabinet.”
“Great, thanks. I’ve got everything I need.”
Did she? So near and yet so far, she hovered there like a wood
sprite. When she stooped to slip the strap off her shoe, then the other and
stepped out of the heels, he found he’d closed the gap.
“Kathleen.”
She looked up, having lost a slight difference in height, and her eyes
flared green, the pupils dilating. A good night kiss, then. A peck. He reached
out and with only tacit permission lowered his mouth over hers.
On a startled gasp, her lips parted, and he took advantage, yet maintained
control, alert to any distress. It separated him into distinct parts that soon
melded when she pressed into him, her arms wreathing around his neck.
He learned her, her taste and texture, reveling in her response, swallowing
her tiny moans. When he pulled away to breathe, resting his forehead against
hers, she sagged in his arms and he kept her steady.
His heart pounded in tandem with hers, and he was so hard he hurt. She
shivered, and he said, “Do I need to apologize? Because it’ll be difficult.”
In a whisper, she said, “No need. I’m just sorry I’m so out of practice.”
“If you’re out of practice, I hope to kiss you when you’re at your best.”
Tipping her head back, she met his eyes before glancing away. “I don’t do this
on a first date. I don’t
date. Lord.”
He eased his body away from hers, regretting that he’d encroached on her
personal space. She tugged him back. “But I want to. I want you. If that makes
me a—”
He stopped her with a hard kiss. “Don’t. Don’t make this a bad thing.”
Her lips twitched in a tremulous smile. “I don’t want to overthink it.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
He lost his Stetson and shrugged out of his jacket, bemoaning any inability
to keep a hand on her as she tugged a zipper hidden in a side seam of her dress
and let it slither down the length of her body to pool at her feet.
His fingers froze on the snaps of his shirt as he took in the sight of her
in scraps of pink lace and honest-to-God thigh-high stockings. With a dry
mouth, he wrenched the placket apart and threw the shirt to one side, gathering
her to him, nuzzling the hollow at the base of her neck and then down to the
tops of her breasts.
“You’re stunning.”
She arched into him, and he fumbled with the clasp and freed those gorgeous
mounds that tumbled into his waiting hands. Soft skin tipped with beaded
nipples he desperately wanted to get his mouth on. And her sultry scent…
His belt buckle pressed into her belly, and he made one hand abandon its
prize and yank open the offending metal, dealing with the button and zipper
while he was at it. His cock breathed a sigh of relief—he swore it—as his mouth
found its target.
“God, Carter.” She pushed into him, and he sucked harder, gently using his
teeth against the tip.
Her hands found his hips and pushed his jeans down, dragging his boxer
briefs with them. The sensation of her fingers on his ass made him groan, his
pelvis thrusting, his cock against her center. At this rate, he’d disgrace
himself.
When she sought him out, he turned with her, hobbled by his own jeans, the
ignominy nearly making him smile as he held her against the wall. “Touch me,
darlin’, and I’ll lose it all over your sweet hand.”
“Out of practice, too,” she teased, her hair awry and her mouth swollen.
“I’m so ready, Carter.”
He worked his hand beneath her panties, staring into her eyes, soaking in
the pleasure sparking there when he found her apex, full and wet. “You are.”
Still, he played at her entrance, then feathered over the knot above, making
her rise on her toes and whimper. “Please.”
It took some awkward gymnastics to get a hand into his jeans’ pocket and
lift his wallet, all while stroking her, but he managed it. Somehow got the
condom out and open and smoothed on.
Pushing aside the fabric guarding her pussy, he bent his knees a fraction
and set his cock at her opening. With a single thrust, he filled her, freezing
in place as they both adjusted. She was wet but so fucking tight. She’d said
she didn’t do this, didn’t date. Christ. How long had it been?
“You okay?” he rasped, willing her to open her eyes.
As if on cue, her lashes fluttered open, and he drowned in the depths behind
them. Urgent need enticed him, and he responded, easing out and pushing back
in. Heated, wet satin sucked at him as he powered toward orgasm, knowing it
wouldn’t be long.
But he wasn’t getting there alone. Watching her for any signs, doing his
best to ignore the pull at the base of his spine, he found her sweet spot and
swiveled his hips to take her there. She responded by working herself against
him, her breath increasing in shallow pants as she crested.
With a short cry, she tensed and clamped on him, shuddering, her head
grinding against the wall. There was no resisting her, and he followed her
over, emptying himself. He set his teeth on the top of her shoulder and muffled
his groan, then kissed the spot reverently.
About the Author:
Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba,
Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal
business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic
romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was
followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various
genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by
Peribeth.
A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of November 2018
she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the
works.
www.allysonyoung.com
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