New Release and Cowboys for a Cause

So happy to share two bits of good news. First, I have a sexy new release – Big Rig – the sequel to Roughneck – my oilrigger piece, but you can read as a stand alone. Trust me, Riley is one rough and tumble kind of man. Second – I’m so happy to participate in Cowboys for a Cause – all proceeds going to a Covid-19 Charity. Let’s take a peek at both.

BIG RIG

She needed a lesson all right. Whoever the female thought she was, there was no doubt she was attempting to outdo the men. Considering the type of language she was using, I’d call her obnoxious.

Vulgar.

Bratty.

I had an easy method to remedy that.

“Rough crowd, my ass. They are getting way out of hand.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve had a day to drink away your sorrows,” Walker said bigrig_fullwith a lilt in his voice.

As we walked inside, I was struck by the musty stench as well as the heated atmosphere. The single exclamation screaming over all the others gave me a clear indication of the vile mood everyone was in.

“You’re going to follow the rules. Period. If not, I will have this location shut down. Trust me. I have the ability to do so.” The raunchy woman had what appeared to be the entire crew surrounding her.

While I was still unable to see the person responsible for the directive, one that she had no right to authorize, I moved closer. The group of men were agitated, some even raising their fists.

I heard Walker’s snicker from behind and as I pushed my way through the group, I was honestly mesmerized by the woman standing in the middle of the crowd.

Beautiful.

Bold.

Unruly.

The three words described her very well, even though her actions yanked at my inner core. She had no idea the kind of man she was dealing with.

“You have no right,” one of the burly men shouted.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” another said, snorting after the comment.

They were both correct and even though I wanted to see how far she’d go, I knew better than to allow things to get out of hand.

“I have every right,” she stated authoritatively.

“I warned you. You have your hands full,” Walker chortled from behind me. “One of several unhappy customers.”

Fuck me.

Who the hell was she? Rigging was a tough job both physically and mentally. Not that a woman couldn’t handle it, but she was maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet. I studied her for a few seconds, my cock aching in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. Damn it. Being attracted to one of the crew didn’t bode well for an explosive situation. She needed a quick lesson in who was boss.

“And what is that right?” another roughneck asked, allowing his voice to boom over the entire room. While only a few of the men took several steps backward, it was enough to allow me a full view of the female in question.

I was rarely enticed by any woman at first glance. I had my reasons including lack of trust.

As well as guilt.

The sight of the fiery beauty forced my cock to full attention, my balls tightening. Everything about her indulged the dark and sadistic man I’d always been. From the way she’d weaved her dark hair into a constricting bun to the manner in which she attempted to hide her voluptuous body with one hell of an ugly shirt, every cell in my body was on fire. Jesus. I was hungry as a wild beast and there was no doubt one day she would belong to me.

Mine to train.

Mine to use.

And mine to fuck relentlessly.

Even though my thoughts were Neanderthal in nature, I had no methods of curtailing my savage desire.

Or my needs.

A fog slipped past my eyes for a few seconds as I envisioned her naked and writhing body. Christ. I had to get control of myself.

She snapped her head in the rigger’s direction, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to size him up, already zipping him into a body bag.

“Because my commands can’t be ignored,” she stated, the tone of her voice far too haughty for my tastes. “If they are, I will shut this rig down.”

Wow. She had balls the size of cantaloupes.

“And neither will mine,” the same guy stated in a commanding tone.

Several of the men snickered in the background, pissing me off even more.

“Yeah? And just who are you?” she asked, twisting in the direction of the gravelly voice.

“A man who knows more than a damn woman,” a fourth husky voice said from somewhere in the crowd. “You have no business here.”

She beckoned with her hand, using the other to plant it on her hip. “Why don’t you come right here and tell me that to my face. If. You. Have. The. Balls.”

“Whoa!” the collective crowd roared.

Oh, fuck me. This was going to get way out of hand. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The cheering and clapping were confirmation that I was correct.

“Watch out. Here it comes,” Walker hissed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you about Alexis.”

I heard my buddy’s words, his inflection full of amusement. “Funny how you didn’t tell me that ‘Alex’ was a woman.”

“I wanted to see how you’d handle her,” he said, chuckling. “She definitely has a mouth on her.”

“Uh-huh. Well, then I guess I’ll handle this my way.” I pushed my way into the middle of the group, several of the men glaring at me for the interruption. Even from a distance, I could see both the brute and the unknown woman were raring for a fight and the damn crowd was egging it on. She had no intention of backing down, her body language tense, but even in the dim lighting of the oversized room, I was able to catch the nervous tic in the corner of her mouth. Several of the men refused to budge as well. I had the feeling I was going to have trouble with a solid third of them.

Before I had a chance to say a thing, one of the men bolted in front of the others, the veins in his thick neck bulging. While the burly, inked dude stood well over eight inches taller than the girl, she was absolutely taking no shit. He huffed and puffed, sweat covering his forehead.

“Listen here, little filly. Women are only good for two things. Fuckin’ and cookin’. My guess is that you’re only good for the first.”

There was a single reaction and not necessarily the one I’d anticipated.

She cold-cocked him.

Now, just imagine what Riley is going to do…

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Gladiator

I don’t think there is much else to say. He’s huge, brawny and sexy as hell. He’s also an alien warrior refusing to give into tyranny. And he wants the human female who defies him at every turn. My latest rough and rugged science fiction romance. See what you think. Oh, and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

GLADIATOR

“Whip her.”

“Punish her!”

The words in English came fast and furious from all directions, although I had no understanding of how they knew our language. They. The creatures were nothing more than ugly beasts. I gasped as two then three more strikes were given, the strap hitting gladiatorexactly on my sit spot. I was still in panic mode, although my rational mind kept trying to resolve the puzzle of who they were and what I was doing here.

With every hard smack, I was shoved hard against the coolness of the pole, my body flinching as I clenched my fists. I refused to cry. They would not break me no matter how many strikes they inflicted. The punishment didn’t fit the crime, although in this world, I didn’t think they cared. Their concept of justice was fighting to the death.

I counted numbers in my head, concentrating on doing math problems in an effort to ward off the anguish even as the punishment continued. From somewhere I could still hear the growls and roars of the warrior, furious that I’d been made an example of. He wouldn’t save me. He needed to worry about his own life.

“Five more!” the king called out, much to the chagrin of the entire crowd. They wanted to see me burned at the stake, given an entirely different level of discipline.

I held my breath, tears forming in my eyes as the lashes were given. The sound of the alien’s wrist snapping and the whoosh as the strap was brought down in the air was almost as horrible as the act itself.

Almost.

When the ugly round of spanking was over, there was no one to comfort me, no savior waiting in the wings. I was simply turned around once again to face the crowd and the game that had started. I hung my head, blinking several times as I endured the aftermath, my skin seared from the brutal discipline. Heat radiated all throughout my body, leaving me sick to my stomach. I almost laughed thinking how many times my sassy mouth had gotten me in trouble over my lifetime.

Maybe I’d been sent to purgatory for my sins. A bitter laugh finally developed in my throat as the barbarian battle began again.

Swords slashing.

Two fighters growling.

Audience members cheering.

And one of them would die.

Except it wasn’t the warrior as the entire crowd expected. The moment the brawny Cryton warrior stood over the fallen alien, the entire audience sat silently. Until the warrior wielded his mighty sword, shoving the sharp blade through the monster’s neck.

Then the arena went wild, stomping as if they were two-year-olds in a temper tantrum, their vile and crude screams in their own language. But I could gather exactly what they were saying.

I managed a smile even through the pain as the warrior threw up his arms, walking around the arena, snarling as he celebrated his win. His muscles gleamed in the odd sun, the sweat beading off his face, neck and arms shimmering as he basked in his glory.

“No one ever wins, not against the gladiators,” the girl next to me said freely, wiggling in her bindings as her face beamed from glee. Her laugh gave me chills. “A hero. A hero.”

God, I wanted nothing more than to shut her the fuck up.

All the other girls seemed eager, their expressions almost serene. What in the hell was going to happen now?

Sadly, the moment was short-lived for the warrior as he was dragged toward the king, his weapon jerked from his hand. He kept a knowing smile on his face during the forced approach, rebellious in every manner. One had to admire the man, the strength needed to defeat such a tough opponent.

The king swept his arms into the air, silencing the near melee. He moved slowly down a set of stairs until he was merely four feet from the warrior, glaring at him intently.

“You’ve done well, Cryton beast,” the king stated. He sucked in his breath, his gaze traveling all the way down the length of the warrior’s body. “What is your name?”

The warrior chuckled, shaking his head. When he finally spoke, the crowd seemed to be in awe. “Thor.”

“Thor,” I whispered, more to myself. No one had that name. An amazing ancient movie with a Godlike creature, a myth from ancient times. Then I realized he was fucking with the king, usurping the man’s authority in every way he could. My admiration increased.

“Thor. Fitting for such a useless barbarian,” the king said, laughing.

Thor held his shoulders back, his head high and his smile turning into a smirk. “Not as useless as your gladiator it seems.”

The crowd went wild once again, forcing the king to throw up his arm. Instantly, the spectators were silenced.

The king’s nostrils flared as he leaned forward. “You have won the right to attempt your freedom. If you so desire.”

“Then free me,” Thor demanded.

Holding up one of his fingers, the king offered his own cunning smile. “But there are rules, even for a Cryton animal. If I had my way, every member of your species would be exterminated.”

Once again, the crowd began to cheer, the heavy thumping of their boots reverberating throughout the arena.

“What the hell is going on?” I thought I’d whispered but the girl next to me shot me a look.

“It’s all about the game. Phase two is one very few prisoners ever reach.”

“Game? What else could there be?”

The girl giggled in a maniacal tone, undulating her body perversely. “You’ll see, but you won’t be the chosen one. I will be.”

I narrowed my eyes, glaring at her as she rocked her hips and licked her lips, trying to be a seductive vixen. She looked ridiculous, disgusting in every manner.

“You will choose one as your mate, but choose wisely, Thor, for she could be your ultimate demise.” The king pointed toward the line of girls, raking his eyes over each and every one of us.

“Mate? What in the hell?” I was sickened at the thought, my entire body quivering but even in my fear, my nipples hardened. My God, I was aroused at the thought. This couldn’t be happening. Shame tore through me as I realized my legs were damp, slickened from the juice trickling down my inner thighs. Oh, no. I wasn’t this kind of girl. Hell, I could barely stand men. And an alien man? No way. I didn’t care if he was kissed by the very gods above. He was still some kind of a beast. All men were cranky, messy, and had no work ethic. I was a scientist, ready to take on the world. Just not this one.

But they’re sexy and rough, dominating in every manner. Look at him. He’s incredible. Imagine his cock buried deep inside of you.

My inner voice was going to piss me off.

A little tasty treat. I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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