The Double D Ranch Tales

The Double D Ranch Tales ~ Fictional tales set on a fictional ranch and other locales in southern Nevada. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ~ Happy Reading!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Love Scene Blog Hop (& MWT 2/12) w. @evernightpub 4 #valentinesday #lovescene #erotic @rmsotera

http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/2014/02/evernights-love-scene-blog-hop.html
Hi all! RM and I are happy to share a hot scene from our Evernight Publishing book, Wild West Promise, for the Evernight Publishing Love Hop in celebration of Valentine's Day. Evernight is offering a grand prize - a $100 Visa gift card - to one lucky commenter drawn from all the comments made at all the blogs. So the more blogs you comment on, the more chances you have to win! RM and I are also offering a prize - a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Certificate - to one lucky commenter. So be sure to leave a comment telling us your most memorable Valentine's Day (whether good or bad) along with your email address to enter for the prizes! And be sure to visit the other hoppers (links below in the first list) for more chances to win!
Here's a hot scene between Kent and Maggie, the hero and heroine of Wild West Promise...
....“I struggled last night, and I’ve fought my feelings all morning to keep my hands off you,” his deep voice murmured against her ear. He pressed his pelvic region against her ass. “And as you may notice, I’m losin’ the fight.”
....She smoothed her hands over his. Soft and supple they were not. Kent’s palms and fingers held weathered signs of a man who worked the land. She wanted them touching her, all over her body. She wanted the hard cock pressing against her back out of his jeans and sliding in and out of her pussy. Squeezing his hands sent his lips against her ear followed by a sweet lingering kiss.
....“Maggie…I can’t give you what you probably want…a relationship…but I can give you what you need.”
....Still snug in his arms, she half turned. “How do you know what I want?”
....“Doesn’t every woman want more than one moment? I’m really starting to like you, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. Thing is, I’m not a relationship kinda guy.”
....Honestly, she didn’t want or need forever, especially after the way she’d been treated in her marriage and put through hell five years ago during her divorce. On top of that, she’d endured one disastrous affair after another when she entered the dating world. She just wanted right now. The urge to feel desired, revered and break her multi-month dry spell propelled her. The warmth running through her body intensified at the thought of him making love to her.
....Finishing the turn, she faced him. “I promise the only concern on my mind, my only want today, is to have you screaming my name with passion within the hour.” The truth in her words made her pulse pound so quickly and thoroughly that the vibrations moved through her neck in droves.
....His beautiful chocolate gaze bore into hers. He pressed their bodies together tighter. “Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you, Mags.”
....“Kent, I’m a big girl. I have lots of dating experiences on my resume. Believe me, I truly appreciate your concern, but if I didn’t think I could handle something short and sweet between us, I wouldn’t be here right now.” She reached up, flicked off his hat and ran her fingers through his thick hair. The locks’ softness surprised her. Such a contradiction. Rugged, work-worn man. Luxurious hair. Who knew?
....“Darlin’, you’re like no woman I’ve ever known.”
....His voice rolled from him like the rumble of distant thunder and reverberated through her, enflaming her desire for him even more. Offering a sexy smile, she ran the tip of her finger along his stubbled jaw line. “Your life is here. Mine, for the most part, is in Philadelphia. Just as you can’t guarantee me anything, I can’t with you either. Except to give you my all in the moments of time we do have with each other.”
....Tired of words and idle chatter, she palmed the sides of his head and locked her lips with his. At first, she sensed a harnessed control from him, but as she coaxed her mouth and then her tongue over his, his restraint faltered. His lips seduced hers with a ravishing need, kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She pushed the fact that there wouldn’t be one from her mind and met his searching tongue with her own.
....His hard cock pulsated against her belly as his arms cradled her in a seductive cage. Any concerns she might have had about a fling with the cowboy crushed under the lust bursting forth inside her with enough power to disintegrate all worries.
....She wanted to touch and taste him everywhere. Twice. Three times. As many as it’d take to commit every luscious muscle, dip and curve to memory.
....When she thought the sheer sparks of ecstasy shifting through their kiss would ignite them into flames, she pulled away. “I want you. Now.”
....“Good. Cause I’m ready to scream your name. Just like you requested.” Kent removed her long-sleeved shirt then slipped his hand under the back of her tank top and tried to unhook her bra.
....“Wait.” Maggie grasped his arms, stopping his movements.
....“Don’t you mean more?” he whispered and then chuckled.
....She slid her hands toward his and directed them around to her breasts. “It hooks in the front.”
....“Oh, one of those.” His deft fingers unfastened the hooks and released her mounds into waiting hands. The firm warmth of his lips on her shoulder combined with the swirling movement of his tongue toward her breastbone made her groan deep in the throat.
....“Oh, Kent. More please.”
....“Your wish is my command, darlin’.” In a flash, he pulled her top off, shucked her bra to the side, and had her up into his arms.
....Kent carried her to the small bunk and laid her down. Desire and lust unfurled in her as he held her close and nuzzled the valley between her tits, licking and nipping at the delicate area. When he reached for her ponytail and tightened his hand around it, she hummed louder. His lips ravaged hers again. She arched her back, brushing against him and giving herself up to the aphrodisiac of his touch and kiss.
....His hands explored her curves with possessive hunger, moving ever so gently across her hardened nipples. Warmth pulsated through her, sent her pulse racing, and narrowed her focus until all she could think of was him filling her with his cock.
....Maggie pushed his hands to the snap of her jeans. “Take them off now. Please!”
....“My, my. Slow and easy, darlin’.” Kent’s harsh, lust filled voice and sultry laughter flowed over her. “But then…” With a wicked grin, he unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs. Seconds later, he ripped off her panties and touched the soft wiry hairs at the junction of her thighs.
....Passion overriding logic, she didn’t care that he tore her underwear, she just wanted him. Kent slipped his fingers into her canal. On a whimper, she closed her eyes, reveling in how his skillful fingers stroked and glided amongst her nether lips. The moment his thumb circled and massaged her clit, everything inside her clenched with excitement and desperate need.
....“You are so wet. Mmm…”
....His words were the heroin she needed, shooting her up with more desire and heightening all her senses beyond belief. Colors became crisper. She breathed in his scents of leather and earth and smelled the spicy undertones of his aftershave. Her fingers tingled against his starchy shirt and rough jeans. Everywhere he touched her, zings of electricity bolted through her. She stared up at him.
....Light blazed in his eyes, then grew dark and hypnotizing with pleasure. “Maggie, darlin’, you’re fucking me with your gaze.”
....Enough with foreplay. She didn’t want to wait any longer, nor be the only one in a birthday suit. “I do believe we need to get you out of those clothes, cowboy.”

Buy Wild West Promise & the other Wild West books here: Evernight Publishing
Thanks for stopping by!
C.R.
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P.S.:
This post is also doubling as my Mid Week Tease for February 12. What is Mid Week Tease? Mid Week Tease is an event where authors are spotlighting a few lines or a paragraph or two from their stories. Readers, you get to sample some delicious snippets and be teased, titillated and tantalized into the weekend!
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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Happy Holidays!

....Hi y'all! We here at the Double D wanted to wish you and yours a wonderful holiday. :)
....Want an easy holiday cookie to make for yourself and/or loved ones? Visit C.R.'s blog HERE for the holiday treat she's sharing.

....All our best ~
....C.R. & RM


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

From 'Wild West Island Getaway' ~ a Mid Week Tease ( @rmsotera #erom #paranormal )

Welcome to the middle of the week!
Mid Week Tease is an event where authors are spotlighting a few lines or a paragraph or two from their stories. Readers, you get to sample some delicious snippets and be teased, titillated and tantalized into the weekend!

Our contribution to MWT this week is from Wild West Island Getaway. The gang has traveled to Grand Cayman. Bristol and Damon are on their honeymoon. Cassie and Dak are at odds. Cassie's hanging out at the pool and meets someone new. Enjoy!

* “Ma’am?”
* Distracted out of her turbulent thoughts, she shielded her eyes against the bright sun hanging in a deep blue, cloudless sky and glanced at the man standing near her. “Yes?”
* “May I get you anything?” A slight British accent colored his voice.
* A cloak of patience emanated from the black-haired, hazel-eyed, gorgeous specimen of a man waiting on her answer. Cassie wanted to roll around in his calmness like a feline in a pile of catnip. She swept her gaze up and down his tall, athletic frame, landing on his gold and black name tag.
* Damian.
* Snippets from the movie “The Omen” flipped through her mind. Evil kid. But his name was Damien, with an E not an A, wasn’t it? She smiled at the worker. Damian or Damien, either way, the young fellow looked like he could be trouble. All sorts of fun trouble.

Find out more about the Wild West books & where to buy them here: Wild West books

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