a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
If he could sing the way he could do other things, she was in serious trouble. Who was she
kidding? She was already in serious trouble the moment she stepped out of the
limo.
“Phantom of the Opera is my favorite play.
Would you honor this cowboy by singing All I Ask Of You duet style?”
“I’d love to sing with you, Damon.
Just make sure you keep up especially when we hit the high notes.”
He winked. Gave her a little snort
then nod and whispered, “Bring it on Broadway babe. I’m ready to take you.”
Kent
strummed the first chords while Damon pulled Bristol’s free hand into his.
With the first verse from Damon’s
lips, her legs turned to rubber.
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (02/17-19/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
Or rather jagged sound in her voice. The backwoods man actually knew show tunes. Surprises, he was full of them. “So you’re saying you want to perform a show tune?”
This time is was his turn to chuckle. A hearty laugh that tickled her stomach, and other hidden areas. Libido take a rest.
“Yes, ma’am, us cowboy bumpkins get a little culture in between breakin’ the horses and diggin’ the postholes. Question is, you game for a little competition in the big bad arena?”
His gaze appeared to mentally undress her. The way he assessed her slowly from head to toe she could almost feel his hands all over her skin. A jolt of moisture between her legs caused her to nibble on her bottom lip.
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Or rather jagged sound in her voice. The backwoods man actually knew show tunes. Surprises, he was full of them. “So you’re saying you want to perform a show tune?”
This time is was his turn to chuckle. A hearty laugh that tickled her stomach, and other hidden areas. Libido take a rest.
“Yes, ma’am, us cowboy bumpkins get a little culture in between breakin’ the horses and diggin’ the postholes. Question is, you game for a little competition in the big bad arena?”
His gaze appeared to mentally undress her. The way he assessed her slowly from head to toe she could almost feel his hands all over her skin. A jolt of moisture between her legs caused her to nibble on her bottom lip.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (02/10-12/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
Self-assuredness cloaked him. “Yes, Bristol. I can carry a tune, my darlin’.”
Yeah, but I’m not too great singing backwoods country. As a matter of fact I’m sure I suck. “I’m not familiar with the style of country western songs.”
Damon placed a microphone in her hand. His warm fingers cupped her hand around the metal, and he gently tightened his hold. “I was thinking we would do a Broadway number. Sing somethin’ right up your alley.”
“Seriously?” Disbelief was hard to hide, she was sure of it from the sound of her voice.
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Self-assuredness cloaked him. “Yes, Bristol. I can carry a tune, my darlin’.”
Yeah, but I’m not too great singing backwoods country. As a matter of fact I’m sure I suck. “I’m not familiar with the style of country western songs.”
Damon placed a microphone in her hand. His warm fingers cupped her hand around the metal, and he gently tightened his hold. “I was thinking we would do a Broadway number. Sing somethin’ right up your alley.”
“Seriously?” Disbelief was hard to hide, she was sure of it from the sound of her voice.
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Friday, February 3, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (02/03-05/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
Once she shook off the unease of Marianne’s choice of seats, Bristol surveyed her surroundings. As if somehow Damon sensed she was looking for him, he arrived at her side holding two cordless microphones. He took the marshmallow tipped stick from her and handed it to another man.
“I was thinking we might do a little duet for the crowd,” he drawled.
A twinkle in his big blue eyes made her heart practically jump from her chest. His accent was so damned cute. But sing? She laughed. “You sing?” she questioned. Impressed, but mostly shocked, her jaw dropped open in surprise. She couldn’t have stopped it if she wanted to, it was immediate.
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Once she shook off the unease of Marianne’s choice of seats, Bristol surveyed her surroundings. As if somehow Damon sensed she was looking for him, he arrived at her side holding two cordless microphones. He took the marshmallow tipped stick from her and handed it to another man.
“I was thinking we might do a little duet for the crowd,” he drawled.
A twinkle in his big blue eyes made her heart practically jump from her chest. His accent was so damned cute. But sing? She laughed. “You sing?” she questioned. Impressed, but mostly shocked, her jaw dropped open in surprise. She couldn’t have stopped it if she wanted to, it was immediate.
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