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!

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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.

PURCHASE LINK FOR ROUGHNECK

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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?

My Special Guest – Dakota Black

I have another guest on my blog. Well, for many of you – you know that this is another one of my pseudos. I write in several genres including romantic suspense, thrillers – in which I love killing people in creative methods, spanking and forms of Domination and submission. Sometimes readers only identify with one type of book. A product of the times. Hence the second name. Texas Oil is a product of my adoration for very strong and gritty careers, hence men and women who don’t mind getting dirt under their fingernails.

Texas Oil is about an oil production company and the men involved, from the CEO (who has a dark past) to the roughnecks in the field. They are all full of passion, drive and each man carries a terrible secret. Their stories are sometimes brutal, always dominating and Shadow of Doubt_500x755you bet sexy. At least I think so. Book one begins the story. Three men run Rush Enterprises but there are others involved in their lives that provide the juice, the verve keeping them on their toes. Releasing tomorrow from Blushing Books.

TEXAS OIL – A SHADOW OF DOUBT

EXCERPT

“I beg your pardon? Who are you again?” Dani narrowed her eyes and studied the man standing in front of her desk. The unknown employee had barged into her office, saying in no uncertain terms she was leaving on a plane in thirty minutes. This had to be a joke.

“Camden Dane, the Vice President of this rather oversized boy’s club.” His eyes flashing, he held out his hand. “I see you got the dog office. We’ll have to do something about that.”

She kept her stance as she shook his hand. The man was unassuming, sexy in a soft sell kind of way. Dancing lavender eyes, tall with long legs, and a firm handshake suited the obvious cowboy. Vice President. She would have assumed a more studious appearance then faded blue jeans and a white, collarless shirt. “Interesting analogy and the office is just dandy.”

“I’m never wrong,” Camden stated as he looked around her office. “Sparse. We need to do something about that. At least we can certainly find some art around here somewhere.”

“Thanks, but I can take care of my own art. I have very peculiar styles.” She folded her arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch what you were saying to me earlier.”

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt but time is of the essence, Ms. Montgomery.” Camden closed the door.

“Call me Dani, please. Time. Okay. What do you need me to do?”

He moved closer to her desk. “Your expertise is sorely needed for a situation that has arisen in some newly purchased oil fields just outside of El Paso. We need you to visit the site, check through the tests and determine if there is any truth and if so, what can be done to repair the problem.”

Everything was vague, his words clipped. “Mr. Dane, I may have studied oil and its various components, but I’m not certain I’m the best person for this job given I’ve never seen an oil field.”

“You won’t be alone, I assure you.”

“You must have an entire department of engineers that are much more familiar with this type of problem.” Dani could tell he was holding back information.

Camden kept his smile as he inched even closer. “May I be frank with you?”

“Please do.”

“These particular fields were purchased recently, leveraged with our investors based on the multitude of tests taken prior to the purchase. They are supposed to be some of the top producing fields in the state. That would place Rush Enterprises on top, crushing our competition. If—”

“If you were sold a false bill of goods, the entire company could lose millions, let alone be fresh bait for your competition?” Dani asked, interrupting.

Camden’s eyes glimmered. “Hiring you was an excellent decision. I can tell you understand the dire situation. I’ve called a driver to take you to the private airstrip, which isn’t far from here. From there you’ll catch a plane and you can purchase whatever you need on the company card while you’re there.”

“Wait,” Dani said as she walked around the desk. “How long am I going to be there?”

“Just overnight but there’s no time to pack anything so we’re happy to accommodate.”

If she had to admit the truth, she was excited about the possibilities. First day on the job and she’s called on to see if she can help with an issue? “What exactly is wrong with the oil?”

cowboy with lasso“You’ll be given the remaining details once you’re on the plane.”

“In other words, this is top secret.”

Camden nodded. “Yep. You’re good. The car will be here in five minutes.” He turned and headed for her door.

“Hold on. Who am I going with?”

As he opened her door, he gave her a sideways glance. “Just another engineer, but he’s well versed in the work. You’ll learn a lot.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Dani jumped when the door was closed and she wasn’t entirely certain why. She wrung her hands and walked toward the floor to ceiling window. This could actually make or break her career. El Paso? That was hours away. So, the company owned their own plane. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing with glee. This was amazing.

She grabbed her purse and was standing in wait until Mrs. Fletcher whisked into her office to let her know the car had arrived. Dani practically floated on her way to the elevator, whistling as she walked outside.

“Ms. Montgomery? My name is Mark. I’m here to take you to the airport. Just make yourself comfortable. We’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”

The young man was well dressed, pleasant and was cute to boot. What could be better? She settled in the small limo, stifling a giggle when she was alone. Wouldn’t this be a fantastic story over a round of margaritas?

Given she had no idea where she was going, she enjoyed the ride, taking in the scenery. The ride was smooth and took just a few minutes. When she stepped outside, she wasn’t certain what she’d expected to see. The airport was small by New York or DC standards, but the bustling scene was far removed from private. She was escorted to a small building.

“There you go,” Mark said as he gave her a respectful nod. “Enjoy the trip.”

“Thank you, Mark.” She watched him drive away before going inside. The space was modern and bright, windows encompassing three quarters of the area. There was a ticket counter as well as a cozy seating area. Clutching her purse, she walked toward the counter.

The woman behind the desk immediately smiled. “You must be Danielle Montgomery.”

“Yes.” This was impressive.

“We’ve been expecting you. The plane is just finishing fueling so you should leave close to expected time.”

“Which is?” Dani glanced out the window at the plane. “Shit.” What had she anticipated? A beat up DC9? The sleek jet was black with red lettering, the writing indicating the owner. Rush Enterprises. She suddenly felt very insignificant.

“Twelve minutes. You can wait right over there. The pilot will let me know when you can board.”

Dani nodded, thanked the girl and did everything she could not to hurl. Retching on the marble floor would be bad manners indeed. She held her breath as she walked to the window, palming the glass. This had to be a fairytale or at minimum a fantasy gone wild. They’d hired the wrong person. She wasn’t this good of an engineer. Not by a long shot.

Shivering, she issued a single moan. How was she going to be able to pull this off?

“Afraid of flying?”

His voice, husky and sensual, permeated her mind, cutting through her conundrum of fears. With a shift of her eyes she could see the reflection of his face, still shadowed by the glistening sun. However, she knew who was standing behind her, a man she desired more than anyone she had before. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

Mitchell flanked her side, keeping his eyes pinned on the runway. “That’s good to hear, very good in fact.”

“And why is that?” As a few seconds ticked into minutes, she resisted wiping a bead of perspiration from her forehead. No way in hell was her boss, and the man she’d fondled on the dance floor, going to see her sweat.

Leaning against the window, he turned toward her, the look on his face commanding. “Because one day, you’re going to be mine.”

SYNOPSIS

I wear my scars like a badge of honor, intense cravings eating at my soul

Few men can tolerate my power… My influence

Exacting revenge

The only way to survive

Only one woman understands my dark desires…

And I will have her…

Meet the men of the lucrative world of Texas oil. From billionaires to roughnecks, they are destined to capture your soul. They also have secrets…

I hope you enjoyed…

Purr baby…

Piper

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