a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
Kent, a big man who appeared
to be a musician as well as a ranch hand, strolled over to one of the benches,
his twelve string Dreadnaught acoustic guitar slung over his back.
He swung the guitar back across his
chest and sat. “Why don’t you sweet ones take a seat over there?” Kent directed
the bride and her friends to a couple of small picnic tables’ area under the
pavilion. “Being to close to the music won’t allow you the total melodic
Wow, big words for a cowboy, Bristol thought and
continued to cook her marshmallow on a stick.
All five women nodded, repositioned
to the designated seating area.
Much to Bristol’s strange dismay, Marianne appeared
out of nowhere, glared at her as she walked by, and plopped on the bench behind
her. She could have sworn she felt two hot holes being burned into the back of
Great. She hates me for
some reason. The thought made her uncomfortable and wary about having the woman
For more, on 'Wild West Weekend' – stick
around and check out the Double D blog!
For more WDD authors, visit: http://weekenddirtydozen.blogspot.com/ &
don’t forget to follow: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Weekend-Dirty-Dozen/251564698227203