One Bad Man – Hawk

You know I love my bad boys and I have the brand new start to one set alpha series. All the men are dark and demanding, Marines and cowboys. And they know how to dominate their women. Take a peek at the first in the series… Oh, and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. 

HAWK

There was utter fury in her eyes, the kind that set emotions on fire. I knew that level of rage well. “You ain’t gonna get them from me, at least not tonight. Now, I’m losing my patience. You need to get out of my house or pay the price. Up to you.” I was prepared to let it go when she took two long strides until she was only inches away, her eyes sparking hawk_fullwith venom.

“The price? You mean the way you handled things in the grocery store? That was more like some Neanderthal than a true man. Who do you think you are, cowboy of the year? I don’t get it. You just don’t seem to care that there might be something criminal going on in this town. That makes you a true monster in my opinion. The fire that killed your brother was… suspicious.”

Another line drawn in the sand. Jesus Christ. The woman had balls. I realized the only way to get her the hell out of my… the house was to offer my opinion.

And she was going to listen.

“Look, I read the report regarding the fire. Okay? Everything was pretty clear. It was a tragic accident and nothing more.” I thought about the single page that had been emailed to me after four phone calls from overseas, two of which I’d had to issues threats on after being stalled. I had to admit, the report was bullshit in my opinion, but I wasn’t in the position to challenge the situation. The fact this reporter was digging into whatever had occurred wasn’t likely in her best interest.

Or mine.

Certain people in authority positions had a funny way of handling being threatened and I didn’t think the lovely reporter was prepared to find out what that meant. Why was there an intense pool of uncertainty developing in my gut? Christ. I didn’t need this.

She snorted as she offered a heated gaze, her eyes traveling the entire length of me before settling on my eyes. The fire burning within her was far too enticing, my heart racing and my balls tightening. Why was she goading me so hard?

“All lies,” she stated as if she knew for certain.

I folded my arms, remaining unblinking. “Then you tell me what’s going on and maybe, just maybe, I’ll tell you what I know.”

“That’s not going to happen, buster. No one treats me the way you have. You get nothing from me. Zero.”

While I appreciated her tenacity and her spunk, the moment she raised her arm to smack me across the face, I’d had enough.

“That’s it. I’ve had it with your hard push, your ridiculous behavior, and your accusations.” I snagged her wrist, pulling her arm behind her as I dragged her closer. The feel of her body planted snugly against mine wasn’t in my best interest. I craved the woman, her perfume alone more intoxicating than any bottle of tequila on a warm summer’s night.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her tone even haughtier than before. Her lower lip quivered as her eyes darted back and forth.

My buddies might call my actions impetuous, even stupid, but this little lady was impossible to resist.

“First, I’m doing this.” I crushed my mouth over hers as she struggled, finally snagging my fingers in her luscious curls.

She wiggled against me, moaning into the kiss, the friction creating a round of electricity like nobody’s business. The taste of her was sweet and tangy, just like the woman herself. I enjoyed dominating her tongue, yanking her body into a soft arc as I held her.

Stars floated in my field of vision as I explored her mouth, the essence of her fueling the need to devour every inch of her.

She pummeled her fists against me then clasped her hands around my shirt, still undulating her hips like the sassy brunette had some kind of control.

The woman would soon learn differently.

I broke the moment of passion, still holding her close. “Now, I’m gonna give you a second lesson in cowboy justice. You break the rules, you have to pay the price.”

Struggling in my arms, the way her hips jetted back and forth across my cock only added fuel to the fire. Damn, this woman turned me on like no other.

“Over my dead body!” she exclaimed. She reared back, managing to smack me hard across the jaw.

I couldn’t help but grin as I dragged her closer to the couch, fumbling with her jeans. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

“What? You’re insane. I’m not going to stand for this. Forget it, asshole. You’re nothing but a motherfucking jerk.”

“Motherfucking jerk. That will cost you. Now, I’m going to use my belt. You can lower your jeans and panties all by yourself or I’ll be happy to cut them into shreds for you.”

Her eyes remained open wide, both darting back and forth across mine. “You’re serious.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t kid about a thing like this, I assure you.”

“I will poke your eyes out with a knife if you dare try,” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

“And if you keep on, things are only going to get much worse.”

When she dared to jerk out of my grasp, I yanked her over my lap, immediately issuing several brutal smacks.

“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!” she yelped, continuing to do everything in her power to fight me.

“Yup. Around these parts, whippings are supposed to hurt. Or are you one of those city slickers who thought coming to cowboy country was her ticket?”

“My ticket to what, assholes and chauvinistic pigs?” she yelped, kicking out her legs, the move grinding her sweet pelvis against mine.

I gritted my teeth, my jaw clenching as the overwhelming need to fuck her wrapped around my senses like venomous snakes. After peppering her bottom several additional times, I pulled her back onto her feet, adoring the warm blush spilling across her cheeks. I could only imagine the color of her ass cheeks.

She took several deep breaths, her mouth remaining slightly open, her lower lip quivering. “How. Dare. You.”

I gripped both her arms as she swayed, plastering a smile on my face. “Well, here’s the thing. You still broke the law and I have the upper hand. Now, either you lower your jeans and panties, or I’ll have no choice but to call the sheriff. We can sort it all out in front of him. I’m certain it’ll make for great news at eleven. Entirely your choice as to which you’d prefer.”

While remaining appalled, her eyes flashing sparks of venom, I could also see resignation working its way into her mind.

“I don’t have all night, sweetheart. What’s it gonna be?”

Another ten seconds passed.

Twenty.

“Fine,” she spit out. “But rest assured, if you have anything to hide, Mr. Jake Hawk Travers, I will find it and I will be happy to bury you.”

In those few seconds as her face remained the softest color of pink roses, her mouth twisting in frustration and excitement, I couldn’t get several over the top, ridiculous yet mind-blowing thoughts out of my mind.

She was a crazy destiny that I’d never thought would happen.

And I would enjoy every minute of training her.

After all, she was going to belong to me.

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Piper

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A Taste of Dangerous Stranger

You all know how I love my mafia books. I decided to have one set in Spain – Dangerous Stranger. Now, you can just imagine the sexy hero and his accent. Can’t you? Yum. I’m also excited because I’m a part of a very special anthology – Cowboys for a Cause – benefitting COVID-19 – with several other amazing authors. Both are FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

Enjoy a taste of:

Dangerous Stranger

Ping. Ting.

The sound was decidedly metal, as if something was being scraped against the well-worn brick. A blade. I’d heard the very sound on more than one occasion, the realization not as terrifying as it was startling that I’d actually know the sound from a full block away. I walked up the few stairs toward the entrance, praying to God the door was unlocked, but dangerousstranger_fullmy instinct screaming that I’d have no such luck.

My gut feeling had been right, the door refusing to budge. I dared to take a glance over my shoulder while I tugged on the handle one last time. The monstrous figure was at least a solid two hundred and fifty pounds, his face remaining in the shadows.

Run. Run!

Danger.

My instinct kicked me in the gut, my mind reeling.

I had absolutely no recourse but to take off running. Within seconds, I was able to hear heavy, solid feet behind me, the man’s gait faster than I would have imagined given his massive size.

Terror ripped at every emotion, my entire mind reeling. I let off a solid wail, frantically looking for anywhere to go. The darkness was ominous, overpowering in every manner. I was in a city I didn’t know, in a country where people spoke little English and I’d fallen into a tourist’s biggest trap. I was a huge fucking fool. There was no one coming to save me, not a fucking soul on this street that would give a damn that a woman was being accosted.

My God, had the asshole laughed? The sound reverberated into my ears, dark and evil just like the man himself.

My anger turned to rage, flashes of light shifting across my field of vision. This motherfucker wasn’t going to kill me. I twisted around, tossing the larger bag in his direction, taking off running once again. Clothes I could do without. The anguished thud as the fucker tripped was satisfying, but the action had barely slowed him down. My God, he was gaining on me.

I heard the sound of another vehicle coming from the opposite direction. Then it slowed down, the headlights flashing in my direction. No. No!

This had been a setup. Oh, God. Oh, fuck!

As fast as I could run, the asshole was gaining on me. The sound of screeching tires matching my high-pitched scream as my feet pounded on the pavement. I jerked toward the street, weaving past a parked car in my effort to get to the other side. There was the sound of a car door, another pair of feet. My life flashed in front of my eyes.

Whoosh!

“Argh!” This time, the guttural scream hadn’t erupted from my throat, the deep bass echoing in my ears. Another hard thud was followed by an angry shout in Spanish. Suddenly, everything seemed to be in slow motion, the sounds exploding behind me vicious and brutal. When I no longer heard the sound of anyone following me, I turned, gasping for air, headlights from the same vehicle illuminating the street.

The light from the building washed over a small area, accentuating a man dressed in a white dinner jacket, his long raven hair pulled into a ponytail. There was no mistaking the shimmer of the knife in his hand, the reflection of the blade unmistakable. He snarled, kicking the man several times before standing to his full height, removing some kind of cloth from his pocket and wiping the blade.

Blood. He had to be wiping away blood from stabbing the asshole who’d been following me.

Ready to kill me.

By all rights, I should be paralyzed with fear, but another instinctual realization settled in. Whoever the stranger was, he had no intention of harming me.

From where I stood, I could clearly see the outline of the man who’d been following me, his body slumped onto the sidewalk. I suddenly realized I was walking closer, my body reacting while my mind attempted to process anything about the stranger who’d saved my life.

He tipped his head very slowly in my direction, his gaze locked onto mine and while there was no way I could see his eyes, I could swear they were boring into mine. Everything about him reeked of danger and possession, as if he owned the streets, and people were prepared to bow down to him.

After sliding the weapon into one pocket, he eased his phone from another. The husky sound of his voice floated in my direction, every word spoken in Spanish. I was still petrified, unable to process what had just occurred.

The roar of an engine caught my attention, the same vehicle moving closer to the stranger, a door opening. The headlights were suddenly blinding, forcing me to shield my eyes. Without any hurry in his step, the man walked toward the car. Before he climbed in, he took another look in my direction.

Acknowledging me.

Protecting me.

Wanting me.

Then the sleek vehicle drove past, the dark windows hiding those inside, but I could still feel his heated gaze.

As well as his burning desire.

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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.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

A Bull Riding Cowboy Doctor? Oh Yeah…

I thought I’d mix it up a bit. You know how much I adore my dark and dangerous men. Well, what about a rugged cowboy bull riding champion who just happens to be a doctor? What if he’s also dominating as heck, taking no shit from anyone, including the upstart female determined to claim his championship? Hmmm…

HOT off the presses and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

HARD RIDE

EXCERPT

Holland

“You’re out of your mind.” I issued the words, shocked that he’d think something horrible like a spanking was acceptable in anyone’s society.

“I’m not the thief,” Montana said without emotion. He kept his heated gaze moving up hardride_fulland down the length of my body, no doubt undressing me with his eyes.

I folded my arms, smiling just as sweetly as I had before. “Not a chance, cowboy. You’re not my master.”

“Well, it’s obvious you need harsh discipline.”

“And why is that?”

He inched even closer until I gathered a whiff of his cologne, the scent just as vibrant and masculine as when I’d entered the house. Everything about the man was intoxicating as well as infuriating. “You have a caustic mouth. You believe yourself to be entitled. You refuse to follow rules. You push every button. You are careless, enough so you could get yourself killed in the arena and you don’t seem to give a shit. Would you like me to go on?”

I had to admit, he was right about the majority of items on his list, but at least one pissed me the hell off. “You’re the entitled one. You think because you’ve won countless rodeos that your shit doesn’t stink. You treat everyone with disrespect, as if they’re lower on the totem pole than you. Well, that shit just doesn’t fly with the majority of people, no matter how popular you pretend to be.”

His eyes flared the same anger I’d seen every time we talked. If he got any closer, his lips would be pressed against mine.

Not a bad thought.

Wait a minute. How in the hell could I crave a man like him? And why was my body reacting, betraying me as if I was a girl with some crush? I took a decided step backwards, my butt hitting the edge of the desk.

It was his turn to smile, even though his gorgeous eyes still held the same level of venom. “As I said. It’s your choice. This is a free country after all.”

I held my own, keeping my body stance almost like a fighter would, prepared to throw hard punches at any moment. However, I had no answer. The two choices weren’t acceptable. Then again, he had me dead to rights, having broken into his home.

Montana shook his head, sliding his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, as if I had a right to demand anything.

He held out his index finger before sliding it across the screen. With one press of a button, he took a deep breath. “Yes, will you connect me with Sheriff Sikes?” He tapped his foot. “Yes, I’ll wait. I’m very happy to wait.”

All the years I’d spend trying to dig myself out of a wretched hole flashed into my mind. All the years of working to achieve a single goal. All the years of being afraid of everything, distrusting everyone. The images and thoughts flew into my mind like a bullet straight from hell. “Wait a minute. Don’t do that. Please. Okay?” I’ll do what you ask.I wasn’t entirely certain I was ready for his brand of justice.

Hesitating, his look stern, he furrowed his brow before lowering his phone, ending the call. “So, you accept your punishment?”

“Punishment. I’m not the bad girl you think I am.”

“Really? You seem to be a manipulative girl who won’t take no for an answer. From what I can tell, you’ve gotten everything you wanted in your life. Daddy’s little princess?”

“How dare you!” I countered, ready to punch him in the gut.

“Because I’m not the criminal and I can tell about girls like you, sweetheart. You think your shit doesn’t stink.”

This time I didn’t hesitate, punching him square in the gut, ready to launch into a series of targeted kicks if he hadn’t grabbed my wrists, pulling them over my head.

“Nice try, sweetheart. You’re no match for me.”

I struggled, huffing and puffing but the man was far too strong. “You’re an asshole.”

“I think you said that already.” Snarling, he shoved me back, shaking his head as he rubbed his forehead. “You need to be locked in a cage.”

Been there, done that.

I almost spouted off the words. “You really are a nasty man.”

“Yeah? Take a number because I’ve heard that shit before.” He paced the floor for a few seconds before snapping his head in my direction. “You know, I would have been happy to teach you the ropes, even give you some private lessons but every time you open your mouth, you issue nasty words. I think you’re terrified of truly asking anyone for help, using your arrogance as a method of hiding. Am I wrong?”

I couldn’t answer, my throat clenched almost shut.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I thought. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”

“As if you should talk, asshole.”

Exhaling, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, finally shoving his phone into his pocket. “Why would I want to help you in any manner?”

Once again, he’d seen through the solid steel mask into the wayward girl inside. “Because I asked you.” I heard the tentative tone in my voice and loathed the weakness.

“You’re going to receive a hard spanking then we will never speak of this again. Understood?”

I nodded like the wicked child he’d portrayed me to be. This was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to me. Thank God, no one else would know about the shame I was going to be forced to endure. “Just get it over with.” I turned around, placing my hands on the desk, huffing and cursing under my breath.

“Not so fast. As I said, we do things the cowboy way.”

“Meaning what?” Asshole. Jerkoff. Disgrace to women.The nasty thoughts lingered in my mind.

“Take off your jeans and panties. I assume you wear panties,” he commanded, the same dark and stormy voice sending more than just a thrill through me. My entire body was tingling, my pussy quivering.

This was ridiculous. He was just a man and a horrible excuse for one at that.

“Over my dead body.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“You seem to be hardheaded as they come. You absolutely need a controlling hand in your life, a man who takes no shit.” Instead of being exasperated, Montana was far too calm, as if he knew exactly what I needed.

“And I guess you’re that man.”

What do you think? And of course there’s a dangerous mystery wrapped around all of the yumminess. 

Have a great weekend.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Nora Nolan

I have a very special guest who is relatively new to the publishing world. She has the second in a fabulous series HOT off the presses, but the book can be read as a stand alone. If you have a KU Subscription – it can be read for FREE!! A perfect summer read. Please enjoy from Nora Nolan!

A BADGE IN BIG ROCK

Synopsis

Amy McCray is on a mission to clear her half-brother of a murder charge.  He’d been with a married woman at the time, and to protect her reputation, has forbidden Amy or anyone else to mention the woman to the authorities.  Now the woman has disappeared.A Badge in Big Rock

Amy knows the only way she can prove her brother’s innocence is to find the woman and convince her to come back and testify.  She only has one clue: that the woman’s sister is in Big Rock.  Even though Amy’s never met her in person, it’s a small town; surely a red-haired woman won’t be too hard to find!

What she didn’t count on was a handsome sheriff getting in her way and thwarting her plans to do her own independent sleuthing.  It didn’t help that he insisted on ensuring her safety, and wasn’t hesitant to apply some western justice when she didn’t follow his rules.

EXCERPT

“Before we go to the Bronc to check on Mattie, we can go over and ask around at the Poker Palace.”

“No need to, I went today and she’s not…” Uh oh. She slowly raised her eyes again to find Jim looking at her as though he didn’t believe she’d just said that. Not after he specifically told her not to go without him. Damn. I should have done what he said.

“You did what?”

“Uh, well…” Her eyes darted about and her fingers fidgeted with the plate the cheese slices rested on. “It really was all right, I didn’t have any problems, and I couldn’t wait until-”

He was at the side of her chair before she realized he had even moved. He grasped her wrist firmly and pulled her up from her chair. He pulled the chair out a little further from the table to give himself more room, then he sat down. She didn’t even have time to ask what he was doing before he pulled her over his lap.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Let me back up!”

“Not a chance,” he said as he lifted her skirt and petticoat up and over her head.

“You can’t do this to me! You have no right! This is obscene!”

“This is not obscene; it’s a well-deserved application of punishment on the backside of a disobedient woman. I told you several times not to walk around even the good parts of town, not to mention the side of town where the saloons are.”

Swat!

“What were you thinking? You could have been attacked, or raped, or who knows what.” Several licks punctuated the last sentence.

“But it turned out fine! I found out they hadn’t seen her, so I checked off one of the possibilities.” She began to cry.

His hand delivered a few more blows before pausing. “But Amy, what if it hadn’t turned out okay? I deal with drunken louts and bar fights all the time. There’s no predicting what even a good man may do when he’s lost his senses to liquor. It makes some men mellow, but it makes others meaner than rattlesnakes.” He resumed. Swat!

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Ow! Please stop!”

“I told you to not to go out without me. If you’d minded me, I wouldn’t have to do this. I’m not going to have you ignoring me or sneaking around hoping I don’t find out what you’re up to.” The swats came down, and her bloomers didn’t do much to protect her from the sting.

“Please stop! I was just hoping I could find Hattie!”

“What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by going without me? What was so all-fired important that you couldn’t wait?”

“Nothing! It’s just, it’s just” Don’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand about Caleb.

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Piper

Ode to My Mother and What’s Coming Next

Happy Mother’s Day! I don’t usually talk about my personal life very much other than fun statistics, but I feel such a loss for my mom today. She died when I was only 25 of a  stroke. Devastating to say the least. She was my best friend and the first person to encourage my writing. When I was 16 and had finished my 13th full length novel, she baked me a cake to celebrate. You can’t ask for more.

the-boys-04-29-2018She had a difficult life – abused for years by my father, but she kept the light shining in her soul, teaching me that good does overcome evil. She was barely 5’4″, one hundred pounds soaking wet while my father was over 6’5″ and all muscle. You can imagine. In truth, I was lucky to gain some of my father’s physical traits. At 5’11” when I was only 13, I was able to throw him out of the house at knife point when I was 16. She finally lived a fabulous life for 9 more years and I was lucky to be a part of her blossoming.

One fun story that I am proud of. I lied at barely 17 to take a waitressing job where liquor was served. I saved all my money and was able to purchase the one thing she always wanted – a mink coat. I don’t want to hear the animal stories. I know. But it was a different time then and for her. She always watched the glorious movies with actresses trailing the mink across the floor. She was able to do that.

I miss her every day and thank God she was in my life. I don’t have human children – my choice because I’d make a horrible mother given my understanding of abuse, but I am blessed to have two beautiful furry babies. They are my world.

Celebrate your mother today no matter the circumstance. Love is all that matters.

What’s coming up? Well, surprise! The third in the Cenzan world – Hunting Their Mate – is coming May 24th. Here’s an unedited excerpt that I hope you enjoy!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actually believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on the full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

I so hope you enjoyed!

Oh, don’t forget that my latest, ROUGHNECK is burning up the charts. I have a feeling you’ll love my rugged, dangerous, dirty cowboy/marine/roughneck. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

SYNOPSIS

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up roughneck_fullwith one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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Ruthless Mafia Men, Sexy Roughnecks…

We all love alpha men. Don’t we? I’ll admit to you that I do love a bad boy with a heart of gold. I also love writing about all types. I can’t help myself. Why limit what books I write? What are you favorite types of heroes? I’d really love to know.

Just a reminder that I have a very special sale going on. Caught is still at $.99 for a limited time but a perfect Mother’s Day read or present! It’s the first in the Calduchi Mafia family saga but can be read as a stand alone. Ruthless is the second. They highlight the two ultra sexy and dangerous brothers, Jagger and Giovanni. Oh, and remember that if you already have a KU subscription, the books are FREE to read!

CAUGHT

You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s caught-bookbub-square-99-cent-priceyour body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.

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And my latest is all about Roughnecks. You know, oil riggers. This one is set in the Gulf Coast, where rugged men and women often vie to be “top dog”. Well, Jack Stone is all things sexy and dangerous.

ROUGHNECK

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used byroughneck_full a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

PURCHASE ROUGHNECK

What am I working on now? Well, I do love my firefighters and smokejumpers. What about Wildland Firefighters? Have any clue what they do? They are part of the Forestry Division, with full capabilities of making an arrest…  Imagine the possibilities.

A little tiny unedited excerpt

WILDLANDS

Hawk

“Go! Go! Go!”

The scream from the captain rang out over the rush of flames, the heat and acrid smoke blinding.

“Come on!” I called to no one in particular, jumping over the massive line of debris, racing toward the clearing. The fire had nearly gotten out of control, sweeping up the side of the mountain. Thank God, it had been contained, at least enough we’d veered the blue-hued flames away from the city.

Weather wasn’t our friend, the wind whipping in the wrong direction.

Crack!

The single sound escalated quickly, several of the burning trees twisting from the severe damage as well as the harsh wind. Blinking several times, I could just make out one of the crew up ahead, directly in the path of what I knew could be a catastrophe. Lumbering forward, I swung the ax, powering through the charred debris. “Get out of the way!”

The call was swiftly pulled into the roar, the fire all consuming.

And he hadn’t paid a damn bit of attention.

Adrenaline rushed into every cell and muscle in my body, catapulting me forward. I swung the metal blade down hard and fast, moving in a straight line in my effort to get to him. The firefighter was a sitting duck.

I heard another hard crack followed by booming sounds from off to the right. My advance was hindered by the amount of debris, every move labored, the swirling smoke creating tears in my eyes.

Go. Go. Go.

The mantra kept repeating in my mind, pushing me harder. Faster. I would save him. Just a few more steps. Just a few…

Boom!

Lunging forward, I caught the firefighter’s arm, yanking him to the left only mere seconds before the tree broke in half, crashing down on the terrain. Rolling, the momentum kept us going, everything happening in a blur. As we tumbled down a slope, somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I knew we were headed for the edge of a cliff with nothing to grab onto.

As if by the hand of God almighty, my legs became tangled in a series of rubble, stopping our progression in a quick jerk.

“Fuck!”

My call reverberated in the dense air and for the first time, I was able to see the blue sky.

“Jesus.” The deep baritone was followed by a series of brutal coughs as he disengaged, rolling over on his back. “What the hell was that?”

Cole Rivers had been a buddy of mine since joining the Wildland Firefighting team almost eighteen months before. He was also strong as an ox and never made these kinds of mistakes. We were all disoriented from the horrific series of fires that seemed to go on without any end in sight. At least we’d diverted a true catastrophe.

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Roughneck…Don’t Mess With His Rules

Well… Anxiously awaiting a new release – my sexy little roughneck/cowboy/Marine piece that’s sure to sizzle your kindle. I know – LOTS of sexy men do, but Jack Stone is the kind of guy who refuses to give into our heroine’s antics, and she has plenty of those! A roughneck’s work is particularly dangerous but when you mix in the fact a woman is thwarting every moment of operation AND she has a dark secret… Just imagine. A little taste for you.

ROUGHNECK

“Put me down, you brute.” She pummeled her tight fists against my back.

As if she could cause me any pain.

I’d certainly endured more than my share during my tenure in the military. This was roughneck_fullnothing but an aggravation as well as a total turn-on. My God, she was more than a handful, the kind of brat that set me on edge.

Vulgar.

Rude.

Bratty.

But I knew exactly what to do with her kind of behavior.

“Not a chance, sugar,” I stated casually.

“Asshole. You’re a fucking asshole. Do you know that?” she huffed, struggling to get out of my arms.

My jaw tightened in an effort to keep from snapping back some nasty reply. She took my silence as a weakness, laughing and cussing under her breath as I headed into the hallway.

“I heard you’re some big-wig military hero or some shit. Well, you’re nothing but a chicken-shit as far as I’m concerned.” She laughed, managing to knee me in the gut.

Bristling, I gritted my teeth and threw open my cabin door, taking long strides inside and kicking it shut. I tossed her down onto her feet only to have her hand slap me across the face.

What. The. Fuck?

Summer seemed to understand almost instantly that she’d crossed the line. Slapping both hands over her mouth, her doe eyes were open wide. They were the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, shimmering even in the dim lighting, long eyelashes framing her high cheekbones. Whew. Her lips seemed permanently stained a luscious raspberry color, as if she’d devoured a bowlful. She was a handful and then some. She took two decided steps backwards, her heavy boots thumping on the tile floor.

I took several deep breaths before addressing the situation. “Here’s what I figure. We can handle this one of two ways.”

“This is bullshit! I didn’t do anything wrong. Your crewmembers are dim-witted!” She huffed again like a five-year-old and crossed her arms, crooking her lips into a mournful pout. As she moved from foot to foot, I could almost hear a distinct whine.

“Nothing wrong, huh? What about bossing the crew, my crew to be exact, cursing at them like some foul-mouthed sailor? What about throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way? Hmmm?”

“If your crew had any intelligence, I wouldn’t have to.”

Oh, that was it. It. I was finished with her princess attitude.

I cocked my head, lifting a single eyebrow. She was far too beautiful for her own good and she knew it too; voluptuous breasts that would fit into my hands nicely, a thin waist with rounded hips made for fucking, and those plump lips.

Damn it all to hell.

Somehow, the feisty little broad had gotten under my skin.

I held up my index finger, waiting until she stood still.

Like a good little girl.

“You call me an asshole one more time and I’m going to tan your hide until you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do. You. Hear. Me?”

She seemed shocked by my statement, her entire body slumping. Then the wild child reared her ugly head. “You can’t do that. I’ll have you arrested.”

Breathe.The little wench was playing that card. Oh, two could play at that game. “Uh-huh. As I was saying, and you will notinterrupt me again, you only have two choices. Am I clear, Summer?”

Silence. Rebellious silence.

Oh, for crying out loud, one way or the other she was getting a spanking, over my knee and pants and panties down. She remained defiant, glaring at me like a pistol before rolling her eyes.

All I had to do was take a single step closer and her lower lip quivered. Maybe she knew I meant business.

“Yes. Okay,” she finally said.

“Better. Here’s what we can do. One, I can send you packing on the next transport helicopter, back home to wherever you came from with a note to Mommy and Daddy stating that you are never allowed on a rig again.”

“No!” she snapped. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I can, and I will.” I’d found her weakness. She was trying to prove something to Mommy or Daddy. I suspected her father. I made mental note to find out exactly who her parents were.

The silence only added fuel to my fire.

“Wha-what else?” she asked sheepishly.

“O-kay. My earlier idea seems to be one that you need desperately. The only other thing that can happen is that you’re going to receive one long, hard spanking. And every time you disobey me, you’re going to get another one. Always on your bare ass.”

Summer blinked once, twice then she jutted her head forward, a sly smile crossing her face. “You are out of your fucking mind.”

“Am I?” This time, I crossed my arms, keeping my face expressionless.

She chewed on her cheek as her eyes darted back and forth across mine. I waited. I had all the time in the world.

“You’re not kidding.” All the bravado had been tossed out the window.

“Nope. Not in the least. Your choice.” I was shocked at the sinful revelations flowing in my mind, every cell ignited as if I hadn’t been with a woman in years. Truth was, it had been almost twelve full months.

She sputtered and moaned, beads of perspiration appearing over her luscious mouth. “You can’t tell my father. I’m my own woman. I can do anything I want.”

“You’re under my direction now, so you are required to follow rules, but I won’t tell your father anything.” I purposely pulled out my office chair.

“You won’t?” she asked sheepishly.

“As long as you accept the second deal.”

Nervous as a kitty cat, she huffed and puffed as the wheels in her mind churned, her face turning the same color of crimson I imagined her bottom would be after I was finished.

“If I comply, you’ll let me go back to work?” she asked, rather timidly at this point.

“If you behave, then we’ll see. You need a huge amount of discipline in your life and I’m the man who’s going to give it to you. Again, your choice.” By now, my balls were blue, but I slapped on my supervisor hat, trying to keep my libido from getting the best of me.

“You’re not my father! You don’t have any right.”

“Oh, I have all the right in the world.” After thirty seconds, I threw up my hands. “Fine. The deal is off the table.”

“Please. No! I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Then submit to a spanking, just like you deserve.”

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Sexy Aliens

Hey, aliens can be very sexy, right? Do you remember when you thought about aliens, they were all little green men with huge heads and even large bug eyes? Times have changed. We’ve romanticized our concept of aliens, which makes writing romance oh-so delicious. For everyone who had a feeling that there might be a second in the Cenzan world, you were right. Releasing on February 22nd, you just might find out some answers.

Maybe…

Take the very first taste of what is now called Mastering Their Mate – but the title is going to change.

“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire – human or otherwise.

alien oneI wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size, their violet hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendshipfrom the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’s been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers – human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and I in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astro-physicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating several of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing my cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

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TAMING HIS BRAT

The music seemed to stop, creating a vacuum as she turned to study the cowboy. The voice was so similar to Rex’s, a deep baritone, but there were no shivers, no wetness. He black and white cowboy twojust wasn’t the one. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m a little tired.”

“Well, if you rest up, little lady, come find me.”

Giving him a polite nod, she quickened her step, happy to see she was the second person in line. The wine in her hand, she headed for the bank of trees and picnic tables, far removed from the crowd. She leaned against a large oak tree, still tapping her foot in time to the music. The moon was almost full, creating a light show with the stars. She’d forgotten how beautiful Texas could be, especially at night. “I wish I may, I wish I might…” She allowed the words to die off.

“Wish upon a star tonight.”

Shards of electricity sheared along the backs of her legs, pulsing into her pussy, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed when he flanked her side, gazing up at the sky, his face pensive. The awkwardness was palpable. “What did you wish for?”

“Same thing I always do.” Rex kicked his heel into the grass.

“Mmm…”

“What about you?” he asked, darting a look over his shoulder.

“I don’t have a wish.”

“Everyone has a wish, even though we can’t be certain it’ll come true.”

She studied his long neck and strong shoulders, the short cropped blond hair, long legs that were to die for, and the most tantalizing lips she’d ever seen. “Why didn’t you call me?” Perfect conversation.

“When?”

“After the night in school.” Cooper whispered the words.

He seemed taken aback, turning to face her. “You remember that night.”

“I’ve never forgotten anything about that night. Everything was magical, special. Then you didn’t call and left town. I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I hated you, figuring you were just one of those guys.”

Rex lowered his head, brushing one hand through his hair. “Cooper, I loved the night we shared. Truth is, I wanted more.” He seemed to hesitate.

“Okay.” She had no idea what to say. “Then you should have called me. You should have said anything to me. Anything to help me understand.”

“You’re right. I was an asshole,” he whispered as he gazed up at the sky, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again, but I didn’t want to start anything because I knew it would have to end.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t know?”

“Know?” she repeated, inching closer. What was she supposed to have known?

He scrunched his face. “Where I’ve been.”

“No. I just got back into town myself. I didn’t talk to anyone and came back only twice for Christmas. I just wanted to get away, you know?” She took a sip of her wine, hiding behind the glass. Another song started, and she tipped her head, smiling as she looked in the direction of the band. “Do you remember this song?”

“Not easy to forget. Rascal Flatts—‘I Won’t Let Go.’” When he said the words, he inched closer.

“That was my dream and with you. I realize we were just kids, but everything was magical,” she said then exhaled, swaying her hips back and forth.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about us more than a few times.”

His voice sounded so haunted, full of pain. “Where did you go, Rex?” she dared to ask.

“The reason I didn’t call you was because I’d signed up for the Marines.”

Narrowing her eyes, she had no idea what to say. “I honestly had no idea. You enlisted?”

“Yep. I wanted to get away from my father and the ranch. I wasn’t that good in school, so I had limited choices for college. Seemed like the right decision to make. Fight for the rights of people, ensure the safety of my beloved country. Our country.”

“Then you’re a hero.” As soon as she said the words, his expression changed, becoming darker and even in the moonlight, she could see the mist in his eyes. “No matter what happened during your time, serving alone makes you a hero. Never forget that.”

He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.

“I wasn’t teasing. I wouldn’t tease about something like that. I just… Well, I just wanted you to know.” Cooper felt like the same young girl who’d thought she was in love with him.

Rex smiled and nodded, closing the distance and taking the wine from her hand. Every move deliberate, he eased the plastic glass onto the table and took both her hands into his. “How about a dance?”

She wasn’t certain why tears formed, threatening to reveal her sappy inner self. Perhaps because of her thoughts and wishes regarding the past or because of the sadness in his eyes, but she dug her nails into his hands, shaking. “I don’t do this very well.”

“Neither do I.” As the song continued, the sultry lilting sounds floating in their direction, he took the lead, keeping their bodies moving in time to the beat.

Relaxing, she gave him a shy smile and glanced down at her feet. There were so many words she wanted to say, thoughts about the past, but there was no reason. Six years had passed and they’d both changed. Maybe too much. “I would have given you my virginity that night.”

His eyes opening wide, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her forehead. “And I would have been honored.” He eased one hand around her waist, pulling her close.

Cooper stiffened at first then as the tension passed, she eased her head against his carved chest, drinking in the strong scent of musk and testosterone. Just being in his arms created a wave of heat between her legs, yet she had no idea what to say or how to think. The slick wetness soaked into her already damp panties and with every shift, her erect nipples became a distinct reminder of her complicated yearning.

He pulled her even closer, his hips swaying, his footsteps leading them in a wide arc.

The feel of his groin against her stomach stole her breath, the way he throbbed, his hardness allowing her to know his feelings, his longing. Closing her eyes, she fell into the moment, clutching his shirt, her legs quivering. When he leaned in, holding her even tighter, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Her breath skipped, electricity searing every nerve ending. Everything about this was a sinful temptation or maybe a reminder of exactly what she couldn’t have.

Now, what are you reading this weekend?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Can You Tame a Brat?

That’s a good question. You can if you’re a cowboy. My next release is a complete 180 from the recent releases. I must admit, I love writing in several genres. For example, my guess is that one of my science fiction stories will release next – and yes, I have several waiting in the wings! Who doesn’t love a cowboy? Especially if he’s also a Marine. Releasing on the 1st. Enjoy a taste of (and possible name change)…

TAMING HIS BRAT

“We’re rollin’! Yes!” Rex Sullivan exclaimed, even though he kept both hands on the steering wheel of the Humvee. They were moving into enemy territory, the assignment the most man with saddledangerous his unit had encountered. The vehicle lifted off the rocky terrain, bouncing down and skidding on the uneven surface.

“Shit, man! You are on a mission.”

He glanced at the soldier in the passenger seat, grinning before touching his sunglasses. Corporal Trent Michaels was his best buddy as well as one of the best snipers in the Marines. “This has been a long time coming. They aren’t going to know what hit ‘em.” He knew the odds. He was well aware that if their position was disclosed by the various gunners located along the edge of the camp, they would face heavy artillery fire. And still, he rolled in like a bat out of hell, determined to thwart the oncoming attack. “Get in position, Michaels ‘cause we’re almost at our coordinates.”

Corporal Michaels aimed his weapon out the window, moving the rifle in a continuous pattern, his training top notch.

Rex motioned to the others in the back of the vehicle before glaring into the rearview mirror. Four additional military vehicles followed, allowing him to take the lead, the convoy moving at over sixty miles per hour. The coordinates had been chosen carefully and if they hit the target correctly, the loss of life would be as directed. He pressed down on the accelerator, roaring past a series of barricades. “We got this. We’re almost there.”

“Hold on,” Trent called. “Pull back.”

“We got this. I’m telling you,” Rex said over the roar of the engine, narrowing his eyes as he pressed hard on the accelerator. He wanted this more than anything.

“Hey, Sarge. We got company,” one of the soldiers from the back yelled, his voice booming over the noise of the massive engine.

Darting his head to the left, Rex lifted his sunglasses, squinting as a reflection caught his eye. In the next several seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, battered vehicles coming from every direction, headed toward them at lightning speed. And he didn’t need his binoculars to know what was secured on the rooftops. “Incoming!”

Boom!

 

Rex hissed, trying to control his breathing. The memories were brutal, kicking him in the ass. You’re a stupid asshole.He’d thought the words more than once. Hell, sometimes they were all he could think about. He loathed the images, the ugliness created from years in the desert. The damn visions had resurfaced, now filtering into his conscious hours. Startled, he sat still, controlled his breathing, trying to remember where he was. Oh, yeah. A night out with the boys. At least he’d have some form of entertainment, instead of staring out the window.

Exhaling, he threw open the door to his truck, jumping out and swaggering toward the entrance. Time to kick the nightmares into exactly where they should be—the past. He was home from the war, his body intact and his brain functioning. At least to some degree.

That was more than could be said for half the men serving on that particular mission. His decision. His choice.

His fault.

“Hey. Hey! There you are. Didn’t think you were coming.” Denton wore a shit-eating grin, a beer in one hand.

sexy cowboy twoHe dropped and shook his head as he took several steps into the crowded bar, the country music blaring. “Denton, you old dog. I thought you’d moved away, seeking fame and fortune in Vegas or somethin’.” Rex couldn’t help but laugh, a quiet settling into his system. He’d missed his old friends. He’d grown up with Denton Waters, once the star of the high school football team. Six and a half years hadn’t necessarily been good to the man, who’d packed on a solid fifty pounds.

“And leave all the excitement in Amarillo?” Denton winked, guiding his buddy toward the bar. “I will have you know that I have a fantastic career.”

Rex knew better but he didn’t argue. Denton was like several others in his graduating class, down on their luck. The few who’d remained in town were fighting to find a better life. “I need a beer.” He needed a hell of a lot more than that, but a cold one would do for starters.

“Come on then. I’m buying. Anything for a decorated war hero,” Denton mused as he strutted toward the middle of the bar.

War hero. He loathed the term and no number of Purple Hearts was going to make him forget what had occurred on one scorching Wednesday afternoon in Afghanistan. He swallowed, pushing aside the wretched memories and plastered on a grin. This was a new start. Coming back home to the ranch to recover and regroup had been his father’s idea and he had to admit, he was glad to be back on peaceful ground. Even if his father had barely said five words to him. “And I’m lettin’ you.”

“Bar-ten-der. A brewski for my buddy and how about two tequila shooters on the side!” Denton exclaimed, announcing his order to pretty much everyone else in the bar. He’d sidled up to the bar, crowding his way past several cowboys.

“Hey! It’s Rex. Glad to see you back home, buddy.” Another old friend walked closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as well.

Rex almost didn’t recognize the man. The once geeky kid had turned into a brawny dude, at least six more inches and one hundred pounds on his once gangly frame. “Shit. Johnny. Look at you. Whatcha doin’ these days?”

Johnny always had the kind of smile that could make you think he could do nothing wrong, but the class clown had been in more trouble than the rest of them during high school. “Finishing up with my PhD in cyber technology. Just home for a break.”

“PhD? Shit.” Rex pumped his hand, more than impressed.

“Yeah. Had to find a way out of this place.” Johnny was all smiles until he glanced at Rex’s face. “Sorry, man. I know you had to come back here. A lot of shit is different now. More jobs created means more income. You’ll get on your feet.”

Rex wrapped his hand around the cold bottle, bringing it to his lips. He’d given himself the same pep talk more than once. He’d done several tours as a Marine, but then he’d come back home to get his shit together as well as figure out what to do with his father’s estate in general. The once profitable cattle and horse ranch was failing, but the only thing his father had left. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to solve the problems of the world tonight.

As he downed a solid third of the bottle, he took the opportunity to glance around the establishment. Not a bad place. The group of them had even used fake IDs to get in years before, consuming two entire beers before getting caught. Those had been the days. Rowdy. That was the word for their actions. “I have no doubt. You know me.”

“Hell, yeah, I do,” Johnny said as he slapped Rex on the back. “You datin’ anybody?”

“Him? Date? He’s still stuck on one feisty redhead from years ago,” Denton snarked, ribbing Rex in the side.

“Redhead?” Johnny asked, his face pinched as if trying to remember.

“You know. That sweet thang who never had the time of day for any of us?” Denton twirled his beer, his face beaming.

“Oh, yeah. Saw her recently. She was actually nice to me, in a prima donna kind of way. Granted, I kinda ran over her foot with my car but at least she didn’t scratch my eyes out.” Johnny shrugged. “You remember what a little bitch she was. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?”

Rex chuckled as another set of memories rushed into his mind. They’d been barely eighteen, acting more like teenagers in heat. He remembered her fondly, enough so his balls tightened just thinking about her pretty pink pout and legs that went on for days. He’d never forget her gorgeous red hair that always reminded him of fire, copper-colored strands framing the most beautiful set of eyes this side of Texas. An electric jolt skittered down his spine, leaving his mouth dry. “Cooper Dawson. And yes, she was a cheerleader.”

“Oh, yeah. We were on Varsity and she thought she was all that and a bag of chips and a half,” Denton snickered. “Could have fucked her though. Big tits, wide hips, and the longest legs known in the great state of Texas.”

“I think every dude in high school felt the same way. But, she didn’t have the time of day for anyone.” Johnny took a pull on his beer. “Well, except for one salacious night. If my memory serves me.” He winked, burst into laughter, and took a step back. “You thought we’d forget about that night. Didn’t you?”

“She was busting on my last nerve. So, I took control.” Rex inhaled, thinking about the infamous night when he’d refused to take any more of her bratty attitude. What he hadn’t told his buddies was how profound the experience had been.

Teasing.

Tempting.

Damn, if his cock wasn’t throbbing.

Denton rubbed his jaw. “And yet he refused to give us all the glorious details.”

“I ama gentleman,” Rex insisted, grinning as the others rolled their eyes. “I will say, the girl could have used a hard spanking. If you want my honest opinion, more than one.” He was surprised when both men remained quiet, not a retort in sight. “What? You know most women deserve a spanking from time to time.” Sure, his more old-fashioned concepts regarding relationships had no doubt kept him from seeing more than a couple of girls in a semi-serious manner. Well, that and his six years serving in the Marines. Attachments hadn’t been on his mind. Sure, he’d had a few dates, even keeping in contact with one girl while overseas, but she hadn’t enjoyed his rather firm hand or what she called his dominating attitude.

“You’re serious,” Denton said between clenched teeth.

“Well, yeah. Just the way I was brought up. Not just spare the rod and spoil the child but spare the rod and you’ll have a wild woman on your hands.” Rex snickered, remembering the line his father had used more than once.

Johnny sucked in his breath and grabbed one of the shots of tequila. “Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing wrong in my life. No discipline for the ladies.”

“Uh-huh. If you can get a lady,” Rex teased, snickering when Johnny lifted his middle finger.

Denton slid his beer across the bar, grabbing the other two shots, handing one to Rex. “Here’s to finding the perfect little filly. May she understand that men are in charge, the head of the household.”

Rex had a difficult time keeping a straight face as he downed the smooth liquor. Maybe what he needed in his life was the attention of a woman, a beautiful girl he could shower with adoration. Who was going to take a broken-down veteran into their lives, let alone their bed? And let him give them a spanking? Hell, he might as well stand outside the sheriff’s office if he even considered such a thing. “She was a pretty little thing, even with her caustic mouth.”

“Caustic? The girl talked so much trash, I think she invented new cuss words.” Denton motioned to the bartender for another round of shots. “You know what? I do believe your spanking idea is a good one. Her daddy certainly must not have agreed. She was a little princess from what I could tell.”

“You mean a brat is more like it,” Rex countered, certain memories surfacing. She’d teased, taunted, and tortured almost every male in the entire school, and even some of the girls. But the one night he and Cooper shared had been… spectacular. Whether she’d followed him behind the bleachers as a dare or because she was curious, the fifteen minutes of heavy kissing was something he’d remembered. She’d sidled up to him, swaying her hips until the tiny cheerleading skirt gave him more than just a hint of her creamy thighs, the kind meant to wrap around him as he thrust his cock deep inside her sweet little pussy. When she’d pointed her finger, circling his lips with her perfectly painted fingernail, daring him to control her, he’d fought hard not to lose control. She’d known exactly how to get to him, dragging that same finger all the way down his chest.

That had been the single night he’d taken charge, yanking her into the shadows and telling her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to be a bitch any longer. Funny thing, she’d responded like all bad little girls tend to do, acting conciliatory, at least for those few precious minutes. Maybe she did crave a firm hand.

And the kiss had been off the chain, leaving him ready to devour her.

“That’s a term. Maybe she longed for a powerful man. You know, dominating and shit,” Johnny offered.

Rex’s thoughts shifted, pulling him into a delicious fantasy of taking her over his knee, baring her naked ass, and spanking her until her bottom was cherry red. Huffing, he shifted, his cock aching, twitching at the mere thought alone. Damn, he was horny as hell.

“Shit. Are you blushing?” Denton snarked, shaking his head.

Rex wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, willing away the flush. “Naw. Just kinda hot in here.”

“Uh-huh,” Denton mumbled.

A quiet settled in.

“Well, you missed out on how gorgeous she became.” Johnny’s voice held a serious tone.

“You’ve seen her?” Rex couldn’t help but ask. He’d been out of the game for so long, he had no idea how to even approach a woman, but the mere thought of Cooper brought back a series of sinful thoughts as well as the same desires.

Her fucking hot mouth he was dying to taste again.

Her long fingers he’d love to have wrapped around his stiff cock.

Her gorgeous pussy glistening as he swirled her tongue around her swollen clit.

“Ran into her at the drug store the other day. I’d recognize her gorgeous face from across the room.” Johnny exhaled before absently rubbing his hand across his groin. “A looker. That much I can tell you.”

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She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?