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Now on Kindle Unlimited! Triple D Dude Ranch

One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.

Triple D Dude Ranch

Now on Kindle Unlimited!

By Beverly Ovalle

 

Blurb:

Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.

Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.

One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.

Tag line:

One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.

Universal Amazon Buy link:

http://mybook.to/TripleD

Adult Excerpt:

She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.

Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.

She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!

Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.

Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.

His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.

Author bio:

Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.

 

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Just for this holiday weekend, and for the first time this year, Painted On My Heart is now on sale for $.99. (Also back in KU!) Own your copy today!!!

Winner of the 2017 eLit Award Romance category
Winner of the 2017 eLit Award LGBT Fiction category

Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality.

Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line.

For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option. All Arik wants is to make the artist his. Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?

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Trusting Jake
By Lauren Giordano
Publisher: Pronoun
Published: July 2107
Was $.99
For a Limited Time FREE

Love under construction: Broken down at the side of the road, Jenna’s life is like her car. In need of a jump start. Tired of playing by other people’s rules, the widowed single mom guards her new freedom by keeping her deadbeat husband alive . . . in name only. But meeting Jake Traynor makes her question the merits of lying.

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By Natasha Anders
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Was $4.99
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All that glitters may lead right to his heart…

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YA Romance
Adorkable

By Cookie O’Gorman
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Adorkable (ah-dor-kuh-bul): Descriptive term meaning to be equal parts dorky and adorable. For reference, see Sally Spitz.

Seventeen-year-old Sally Spitz is done with dating. Or at least, she’s done with the horrible blind dates/hookups/sneak attacks her matchmaking bestie, Hooker, sets her up on. There’s only so much one geek girl and Gryffindor supporter can take.

Her solution: she needs a fake boyfriend. And fast.

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Co-WRECKER
By Meghan Quinn
Publisher: Hot-Lanta Publishing
Published: March 2017
Was $3.99
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What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They’re both ice cold, but one taste is never enough.

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A dragon camouflaged as a professor? Risky…

Curvy student Mia Thompson doesn’t have time for anything outside of school, work, and family. Now that she has a chance to improve her situation, she won’t let anything get in her way of success; not even the sizzling hot young geology professor, Lee Tennet, who got her attention the moment their paths crossed. But Mia has no idea of the secrets that lie in store.

Lee Tennet is a dragon shifter living in a world where he must keep his true identity hidden. If anybody found out his secret, his life and his people would be in danger. But right now, the only thing he can think about is that one student with curves in all the right places. Stop…he can’t risk his camouflage! Or can he, just for once?

Things get even more complicated when Mia is marked as a target by dark witches who want to break the seal binding their magic and restore their ancient evils. The only way to do that is through human sacrifice. Her only hope is a dragon, but can Lee risk his life for one woman to claim their happy ending?

AUTHOR´S NOTE: This is a 31,000-word stand-alone paranormal romance story with HEA, so no cliff-hangers! This story includes BBW, alpha male, and dragon shifter topics. Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.

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Under the Cherry Tree
By Lilac Mills
Publisher: Lilac Tree Books
Published: May 2017
Was $1.99
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When Jenni Meadows has the opportunity to expand her dog-grooming business she takes it, and when a nice man appears on her horizon but fails to make any sparks fly, she decides she has enough on her plate with her business without adding a boyfriend into the mix.

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Hollywood Scandal
By Louise Bay
Published: August 2017
$3.99

HE’S A HOLLYWOOD SUPERSTAR. SHE’S LITERALLY THE GIRL NEXT DOOR.

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To Love a Texas Cowboy
By Julie Benson
Publisher: Tule Publishing
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The legendary wishing well in Wishing, Texas promises to grant wishes only if they are made for another…

New York artist Cassie Reynolds moves to Wishing, Texas to raise her orphaned niece, and discovers she’s in way over her head. Then she meets Ella’s financial guardian, Ty Barnett, a handsome hardworking rancher, with his own ideas on child rearing.

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Smokey
By L. Wilder
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You can’t fight fate, especially when it brings you a girl like MJ Thompson. She wasn’t just beautiful. No, she was so much more than that. She was smart with a smile full of magic and curves that drove me to distraction. I wanted her, but there was a catch: She was the lawyer handling my father’s will. And as if that wasn’t enough, her dad was a cop.

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From Me to You ~ A teaser from Enticed by the Cowboy

I’m taking a break from my dragons! I know, I know. Vacation and the whirlwind of returning to work has swept me away. I’m working on a contemporary western short, set on the Triple D. A refreshing break to get me back to writing.

Gotta love those sexy cowboys. Here just an unedited tidbit. Hope you enjoy!

Triple D: Enticed by the Cowboy

Blaire snuck into the barn, following the cowboy she’d seen entering earlier to start his chores. She’d seen him from the window of her bedroom and couldn’t resist the urge to follow him. A gleam of sunlight caught her ring. Quickly, she turned it. She didn’t want the sparkle of her engagement ring to give her away. Blaire crept further in the barn until she spied her quarry. The rustle of horses shifting in their stalls a familiar sound to her ears.

Slipping into a freshly cleaned stall, Blaire clamored up on a bale of hay. It was just waiting to be broken and spread out. Sitting down, she had a perfect view of the cowboy’s gleaming, muscular shoulders. Just as she’d hoped! Even though the air held a crispness to it, he sweated from hard work. His muscles bunched with each movement. His shirt lay across a gate, sending tingles to her tummy at the sight. The smell of horse manure wasn’t enough to stop her breath from quickening.

Blaire easily imagined the feel of his callused hands touching her. Her breath caught. The glide of his fingers stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples. They tightened, aching with need. Surreptitiously spying on him through the slats, Blaire’s hands cupped her breasts. Her fingers gliding across her nipples. She stirred, restless. She didn’t have time for this. She dragged her camera over her head. The harsh scrape of the straps against her nipples sending a shudder through her. A low moan escaping her. She froze. The cowboy continued working.

She unsnapped her western style shirt, trying to stay quiet. She wanted to enjoy the sight before her. Jeans hung low, the curve of his buttocks making her ache to taste and nibble. She knew he was commando beneath the well-worn denim. They hung too low to have anything beneath them. Firm buttocks, dimples begging for her tongue.

Exhaling softly, Blaire sighted the camera, focusing in on the shot she wanted. The shutter clicked softly. Making sure the stall framed the sight of the gorgeous man. Blaire was working on fliers and photos for advertising the Triple D Dude Ranch.

Dan emphatically refused to allow any of the cowboys working the ranch to pose. These weren’t posed. Blaire smirked. Not much he could do once they were online already. Blaire licked her lips. She’d rather be licking the man in her camera lens. Her nipples brushed the slats of the stall through her shirt. Warmth pooled in her belly. Her camera followed the path of his ass. The curve drew her eyes down, camera following, snapping each shot.

Blaire stifled a giggle. A ragged hole in his crotch teased her with a glimpse of his balls. His movements gave her a peek a boo show. Her mouth dried. A glimpse of his cock swinging focused her attention. She couldn’t get enough. Kneeling, angling to see more of the cowboy’s cock, Blaire focused her lens, zooming in tight.

Want to meet Blaire? You can find her at the Triple D Dude Ranch for only .99 cents. Currently at Amazon and soon to be on KU. I’m waiting for one more site to pull it down before it’s enrolled. Hopefully this weekend, but I can only wait.

Triple D Dude Ranch

Blurb:

Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.

Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.

One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Triple-Dude-Ranch-Beverly-Ovalle-ebook/dp/B014ZCMQV4/

 

His to Ride

His to Ride  

Author: Ava Sinclair

Buy link: mybook.to/HisToRide

Landing Page:  http://www.avasinclairauthor.com/his-to-ride

YouTube video trailer for His to Ride:

https://youtu.be/MmY07SQAP6c

Blurb:

I hate Cole Patterson. 

He’s arrogant, rich, and now that he’s turned pro as a bronc rider, the locals think he’s a god. He’s built like one, too, and the one night stand we had was hot as hell. But I dumped him, because I’ve got a long list of reasons why I can’t be with Cole.

Only he’s not taking no for an answer. 

He’s back in town, and pestering me for a second chance. When he taunts me into playing Texas Hold Em, I expect to win. I”m lucky at cards, and Cole promises to leave me alone if I win. But if I lose, he gets another ride.

I didn’t expect him to win. But he does, and now I know I’m screwed. Literally. Cole aims to break me in his way, and if he can’t have me, he’s going to ruin me for any other man.

What the hell have I done?

Excerpt:

“Look, Cole,” I say with a sigh. “I know it hurt your male ego when I told you I wasn’t interested after our first time. But we don’t have to do this. If this is a matter of reputation, I’ll go back and tell everybody how good it was, how much I loved it. Hell, I’ll even tell them that you dumped me this time. That way we both get what we want.”

“You don’t know a thing about what I want.” Cole walks over from where he’s just put the chain in the door lock. He removes his cowboy hat, revealing a shock of unruly sandy hair that I know is softer than it looks. His eyes, light grey in his tanned face, are intense. “And this doesn’t have a goddamn thing to do with my reputation. This is about me. And you.”

“Based on what?” I take a step back. “Teenage flirtation? A one-night stand?”

“Don’t play stupid,” he says. “You know I’ve always wanted you.”

 “Yeah,” I reply. “And you had me, remember? And you found out that I was right all along when I said it wouldn’t work.” I swallow a lump forming in my throat. “Our first night here just proved it.”

“Bullshit. It confirmed that it can,” he said. “We were perfect together. You just got scared and bolted.”

“I’m not having this conversation,” I say, and move to push past him, but he catches my upper arm. “Let me go, Cole,” I hiss. “Another night together won’t prove a thing.”

“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m raising the stakes of our little wager. Wanna go all or nothing?”

Another chance? My heart quickens. There’s no way Cole could get a lucky hand twice. I can’t suppress a smile at my good fortune.

“Hell yeah,” I say. “Just deal the cards.”

“No. Not cards.” He steps forward and pulls me to him. Then, without asking, he starts to unbutton my shirt and I’m so shocked I don’t even stop him. His eyes are locked on mine as he continues. “That card game was for a ride,” he said. “And I’m getting one.”

The shirt is off now and he reaches back and unclasps my bra. My breasts tumble free and leads me to the bed, then spins me around so that the backs of my legs are to the mattress. He reaches for the button of my jeans. My hands go to his, but he’s not stopping. The jeans and panties are jerked down and he pushes me backwards. I fall back in shock, staring up at him as he leans down to pull off my left boot, then the right. My jeans follow and here I am, buck naked in the Silver Spur Hotel.

“How is that a wager?” I finally find my voice as he flips me over. Behind me I hear the jangle of his buckle as he undoes his belt. The blanket underneath me is scratchy against my hardening nipples, and I feel the stirrings of a persistent, soft throb of want in my disloyal pussy.

I glance back. He’s pulled his jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock, smooth and long and mapped with raised veins, is rock-hard and ram-rod straight. He grabs my hips and pulls me to all fours.

 “An eight second ride,” he said. “I stay in for eight seconds, and you spend the week with me doing whatever the fuck I want, however the fuck I want it. Get me out of you, and I’ll tell everybody you were the one who got away.”

 

Ava Sinclair bio:

Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

 

Web site

www.avasinclairauthor.com

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Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Ava-Sinclair-490738981084361/

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Twitter: @authoringava

From me to you ~ I’m going western again!

I’m heading out on vacation again! We’re going to see Mount Rushmore, the Winchester Mystery House and then visit with our son. It’s a been a year since I saw my baby and I’ve missed him. He’s 25 but he’ll always be my baby, lol.

In the mean time, I have been writing. I stumped myself with Finding Faith. I have to go back and read it over. I think I got lost in the woods with Faith and Crag! But even so I’ve been busy. I’m working on a new erotic western adventure. Yup, we’re going back to the Triple D Dude Ranch! I’ll be pulling Triple D Dude Ranch from the retailers I have it at and putting it just on Kindle Unlimited. Triple D: Enticed by the Cowboy will be on KU when I finish it. If I get any time while on vacation to write!

Here’s just a snippet.

Blaire snuck into the barn. The cowboy entered earlier to do his chores. She’d seen him from the window of her bedroom. A gleam of sunlight caught her ring. The sparkle of her engagement ring bringing a smirk to her face. Quickly, she turned it. She didn’t want it to give her away. The rustle of horses shifting in their stalls a familiar sound. Blaire crept further in the barn until she spied her quarry.

Slipping into a freshly cleaned stall, Blaire clamored up on a bale of hay. It was just waiting to be broken and spread out. Sitting down, she had a perfect view of the cowboy’s gleaming, muscular shoulders. Just as she’d hoped! Even though the air held a crispness to it, he sweated from hard work. His muscles bunched with each movement. His shirt lay across a gate, sending tingles to her tummy at the sight. The smell of horse manure wasn’t enough to stop her breath from quickening.

Blaire easily imagined the feel of his callused hands touching her.

You know it only gets steamier! 

Haven’t read Triple D Dude Ranch? Why not? It’s only .99!

One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.

Blurb:

Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.

Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.

One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.

Buy links:

Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/TripleD

eBook Universal: https://www.books2read.com/u/mvYYP2

Hell Yeah ~ Cowboy Heat

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Book 1

Cowboy Heat: Hell Yeah! By Sable Hunter
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Just .99 cents

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Sable Hunter weaves an unforgettable love story that launched a series and created a world – the Hell Yeah! World. Cowboy Heat introduces Aron, elder brother of the McCoys of Tebow Ranch, as he learns the meaning of true love and the power of a second chance.

Aron McCoy has sworn off women – except for sex. 

When Libby Fontaine arrives at Aron’s Tebow Ranch, she is determined to cram a lifetime of living into a few short months. The doctor has told her that she can’t count on her remission from leukemia being a permanent one. 

Their attraction to one another is instantaneous and overwhelming. But when Aron finds out that Libby is innocent – he backs off. He has nothing to offer a girl who deserves white lace and promises. Then Aron catches Libby pleasuring herself in his stock tank and hears her cry out his name – and the heat is on.

*Content Warning: Contains explicit scenes and language. Intended for 18+ Audience

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Hot on Her Trail: Hell Yeah! By Sable Hunter
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Jacob McCoy wishes for a wife and a family. Tis the Season for miracles when a young woman shows up on his doorstep: homeless, in danger and expecting a child – Jacob’s child.

Their relationship is complicated by the fact that, A – they’ve never met before and B – she’s a virgin. Jessie is determined not to be a burden to the McCoy family. As far as she’s concerned, she is just passing through. Jacob has a different opinion – he wants Jessie in his life, in his bed and in his heart. A sweet and spicy romance with another McCoy brother!

     





The Rebel’s Secret

“The Rebel’s Secret” by Zoe Blake

Release Date

July 2017

Blurb

This is book three in the Ride Hard Western trilogy but can be read as a stand-alone.

She was determined to claim her revenge. He was determined to claim her.

Michaela Armistead had only revenge in mind when she stepped into that frontier saloon. Disguised as a boy, she had been on her father’s murderer’s trail since the end of the war-between-the-states. What she hadn’t counted on was Major John Thomas Brice, commanding officer of the nearby fort, taking her prisoner!

One look at those flashing violet eyes and Major Brice knew this was one little rebel who needed to be taken in hand. He would be damned if he allowed her to continue on her dangerous quest for revenge. She needed to learn, in this part of Texas, his word was law. If that lesson came at the end of a leather strap then so be it.

Problem was, his feisty Rebel was not going to give in without a fight!

Taglines

She was determined to claim her revenge. He was determined to claim her.

She would learn. His word was law. Even if that lesson came at the end of a leather strap.

This was one Rebel who was not giving in without a fight!

She wanted revenge. He wanted her.

Zoe Blake’s Amazon Author Page with purchase links.

https://www.amazon.com/Zoe-Blake/e/B00N6GVCZM/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1496346897&sr=8-2-ent

Ride Hard Western Series

“The Cowboy’s Revenge” – Book One – Mason and Annabelle’s story.

“The Gunfighter’s Pursuit” – Book Two – Jackson and Emma’s story.

 

USA Today and International Best Selling Author in Dark Romance

We are all attracted to the forbidden. Addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty…something kinky. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The devilishly charming pirate who seduces his beautiful captive. I write those erotic fantasies.

Dark Romance Historical Titles

The Submission of Little Emmie

Disciplining the Maid

Penelope’s Punishment

Chosen to be His Little Angeline

The Duke’s Possession

Captive

Papa’s Little Pain Princess

His Dark Obsession

The Dark Forest Anthology

 

Contemporary Titles

Worth Fighting For

 

Ride Hard Historical Western Series

The Cowboy’s Revenge, Book One

The Gunfighter’s Pursuit, Book Two

The Rebel’s Secret, Book Three

 

Box Sets

Little Victorian Ladies

A Little Submission

 

Check out Zoe’s Website at https://zblakebooks.com/

Facebook: www.facebook.com/zblakebooks

Twitter: @Zblakebooks

Instagram: Zblakebooks

Pinterest: Zblakebooks

 

 

Chapter One

 

A lone rider scanned the horizon. The fiery orange sunset bathed the desert valley in a rosy glow. Blotches of desert scrub and tiny bursts of honey yellow flowers from the greasewood plant the only other hint of color across the brown barren stretch of stone, sand and jagged rock. In the far distance, just to the south, were the low mudbrick and wooden structures of Fort McIntosh. The stranger’s destination.

Easing the horse forward, the stranger kept a wary eye on the surroundings. The distinctive grayish-brown coat and black-tipped ears of a bobcat appeared from behind a mesquite bush only a few arm’s lengths away. The stranger pulled on the reins. Although not its natural prey, it didn’t pay to take chances. The bobcat darted east after a black-tailed jackrabbit.

As the fort neared, so did the wide expanse of the Rio Grande as it cut through the valley like a blue ribbon. The dirty canvas tents, tumbledown shacks and brightly, painted clapboard buildings of the rowdy town which sprung up between the banks of the river and the wooden spiked picket fence of the fort also came into view. Shouts of drunken laughter, the tinny sound of a saloon piano and the occasional crack of a gun harshly replacing the calming sound of rushing wind and the call of a mockingbird from the trail.

Wrapping the leather reins around a wooden hitching post, the stranger sucked in a bracing breath before pushing open the frosted glass doors of the Imperial Saloon.

The acrid scent of tobacco smoke and warm, unwashed bodies blended with the cadence of low conversation, clinking glasses and the discordant shrieks of a saloon girl on stage attempting a rendition of When This Cruel War Is Over. The gaudy oil paintings, polished brass lamps, felt tables and mahogany bar of the interior gave an air of tawdry luxury to the saloon that ran counter to the run-down appearance of the town itself.

Eyes averted, the stranger stepped up to the bar. Tossing a bright, double-eagle, gold coin on its grubby surface, their voice scratched out, “I’ll take a flip and some information.”

The barkeep cast a disparaging glance over the floppy, black-felt hat which obscured the stranger’s face. With a shrug of shoulders, the barkeep pocketed the coin and grabbed a bottle of champagne and one fresh, farm egg.

Cracking the egg into a tin cup, the barkeep asked, “What do you want to know?” The town was a popular trade route and the last stop before the Mexican Territories. Folks came and went all the time. Some respectable, most not. It wasn’t uncommon for lawmen, gunfighters, jilted lovers and the like to pass through asking for information. It made for some extra coin in his pocket.

“Looking for a man who goes by the name Black Jack Doolin who might have passed through with a woman not too long ago.”

The caterwauling stopped. The piano music ended with a crash on one long chord. In the sudden silence, the scraping of several chairs along the unpolished, wood-planked floor rent the air.

“Can’t say we like some Johnny Reb strolling into town asking questions,” groused one man as he wiped chewed tobacco spittle from his beard.

After the Northern Aggression, many Southerners abandoned their burnt out farms and headed west for a fresh start. Large swaths of western territory were filled with former Southern belles and Confederate soldiers looking to cash in on the skills they learned during the war.

“I’m talkin to you, Gray Back!”

Apparently this wasn’t one of those territories.

The once bluish-gray shell jacket was now faded to a ragged, brown butternut complete with tarnished brass buttons and frayed black piping. But even through the years of war, the dust of the trail and the ravages of castile soap and the scrub board, the Confederate Cavalry uniform coat was unmistakable.

Resting a hand on the butt of an army-issued Colt, the stranger refused to turn around. “I’m not looking for any trouble. Just trying to track someone down.” The voice was a low, gruff whisper.

“Yeah, well you just found trouble, Johnny Reb. Apparently we didn’t whup your ass enough in the war,” cackled the man. “You still need to learn your place.”

The stranger took a slow sip of the recently poured drink, fingers flexing over the warm, smooth butt of the Colt resting against a hip. In a lot of respects, the war would never be over. “If I’m not mistaken. We’re near Laredo. Didn’t a couple of Rebs fight back over two-hundred Yanks three times at the Battle of Laredo before the Yanks finally left, tails tucked between their legs, crying for their mamas?”

There was a cry of outrage and the shuffling of feet before one beefy hand fell on the shoulder of the stranger, spinning them about. “You’re going to pay for that,” spat out the furious Yankee.

The polished Colt cleared the holster before the Yank had even finished his threat. Taking a step back, the stranger aimed left handed as the edge of their right palm slashed down on the greased trigger. Firing off three shots in rapid succession. Effortlessly turning one man’s shot of whiskey into bits of wet glass, another’s hand of cards into an ace in the hole, and shooting clear through the disagreeable Yank’s kepi cap, knocking it off his damn fool head.

There was the distinctive shrill shout of the Confederate Rebel Yell, an infamous battle cry, before all hell broke loose.

Apparently there were actually a few Southerners in the saloon after all.

The stranger adroitly swung both legs over the bar, taking up a secure position behind its solid wooden base. Grabbing an earthenware jug in each hand, the figure swung out at anyone who dared come within an arm’s length.

The sounds of rough men enjoying rough entertainment was replaced by a cacophony of splintering wood, shattering glass, grunts and groans and high-pitched screams…from both the men and saloon girls as the entire room broke into fisticuffs.

It didn’t take long, before the piercing screech of whistles could be heard as men in blue cavalry uniforms burst into the saloon. It was a patrol from Fort McIntosh. The commanding officer viewed keeping the peace in the nearby town as an extension of the fort’s responsibilities.

The federal soldiers quickly subdued the drunk and unruly crowd. Lining them up against a far wall to assess the situation. The stranger included, whose head never lifted, hidden beneath the wide-brim, felt hat.

“Each of you will be fined twenty-five cents for breaking the lord’s peace,” shouted the corporal in charge.

“Attention!” called a nearby private raising a flat hand to his forehead in salute.

All the soldiers clicked their heels, threw back their shoulders and pushed their chests out.

The stranger listened as a heavy boot trod across the boards.

Major John Thomas Brice, commanding officer of Fort McIntosh had arrived.

An imposing man of six feet four inches, he wasn’t just an officer in the United States Cavalry…he was the cavalry.

His family had been serving in the cavalry back since they were called the dragoons. In The War of Southern Aggression, he served under Union Major General Pleasonton, who commanded the Cavalry Corp of the Army of the Potomac. Major Brice was the key strategist behind the Battle of Brandy Station. The largest cavalry engagement during the war, right at the beginning of the Gettysburg campaign. Major Brice launched a dawn attack against the Rebel General Stuart. It was the first time the Union Cavalry managed to beat the superior Confederate Cavalry. The Johnny Reb cavalry never recovered.

Many considered him a hero of the war…others a legend.

No one questioned his authority.

Brice surveyed the room. The damage was minimal. This time. A few broken chairs. A smashed bottle or two. More bruised egos than blackened eyes. At least the expensive saloon mirror and front windows were spared. He scrutinized the ragtag bunch slouching against the wall.

Similar to the army, society out in the west had its own hierarchy and accompanying uniform. There were the homesteaders, easily recognizable in their blue flannel shirts and woolen pants. The hide hunters, covered head to toe in buckskin, always smelling faintly of sweat and death. The prospectors who pitched widely between threadbare, dusty overalls and oil-soaked hats to ruffled shirts and tailored suits depending on their fortunes.

Each stratagem was represented in equal measure as they stood, hunched shouldered and long-faced, shuffling their feet as they avoided eye contact with the imposing commanding officer.

Of course, there were also the soldiers, former and current.

“Report, corporal.” The command was given in a crisp, clipped tone.

“Bar fight, sir.”

Brice spared an annoyed glance for the young corporal.

“What I meant to say, sir, was mostly civilians. One sergeant and two privates of ours.”

“Men,” barked Brice.

It was only one word…that was all Major Brice needed.

Three men stepped forward out of the rag tag bunch. The stranger recognized one of them as the man who started the trouble and stiffened.

“Sergeant Cleave Stinger, Private Gene Covey and Private Reuben Warnock, sir,” offered the corporal.

“It weren’t our fault, Major!” whined Sergeant Stinger as he worried the brim of his hat in his hand. “That dirty Johnny Reb came in shootin his mouth and his gun off!”

Brice’s hard gaze landed on the slight figure of the former Confederate soldier. Back pressed against the wall, one foot propped up, head bowed, the figure looked tired and uninterested. Brice knew better. He could see the tightening in the shoulders. The subtle twitch of the left hand over the Colt.

Something was not right.

The former soldier presented a slight figure. Narrow shoulders and hips. Shorter than the average man. Young. Malnourished. That wasn’t especially surprising; Brice had heard rumors of a desperate Confederacy taking boys as young as twelve to fight for their lost cause toward the end.

Still, something pricked at his instincts about the man.

Brice scrutinized the man’s worn uniform. The patch was faded and dirty but still visible, he was cavalry. No rank. A horse man was a horse man no matter what side you fought on. His gaze fell on the boots. The boots. The boots were all wrong. Too slim and narrow. They certainly were not cavalry boots. Despite the dirt and mud, they looked almost…elegant.

His gaze flew to the lowered head. I’ll be damned, he thought.

“Corporal, take the men to the Guardhouse. Thirty days fatigue duty,” he ordered.

The sergeant and two privates were escorted out of the saloon. It was a harsh punishment but they knew Major Brice did not tolerate his soldiers setting a bad example in town.

“The town marshal has finally arrived. I will turn the rest over to him.” The corporal did little to keep the disdain from his voice. The town marshal was a dissipated, corrupt drunkard with no discipline or morals. He was the very reason why the soldiers were forced to patrol the town, breaking up fights and keeping the peace.

“All but him,” ordered Brice, motioning to the Confederate with a jut of his chin.

“Him, but he started….” The corporal immediately stopped, knowing better than to question his commanding officer.

Keeping their head lowered, the stranger listened to the sounds of grunts, protests and dragging feet as the men to either side were pulled away one by one.

A moment passed.

Then he stepped close.

A pair of polished cavalry boots. A glimpse of bright, blue wool pants with a canary yellow stripe. The clean smell of soap.

Brice crossed his arms over his wide chest and stared down at the black, felt hat. The brim so wide it almost spanned the width of the slight figure’s shoulders. Even at full height, he doubted if the top of their head would reach his shoulder.

“Time to sound the recall. You’re beaten.” Even through the harsh command, his voice held a hint of amusement.

The stranger didn’t move.

Brice whipped the black felt hat off the Confederate’s head. Even having his suspicions affirmed, nothing prepared him for the sight of the startlingly, beautiful, violet eyes which rose in shock to clash with his curious gaze.

Michaela Armistead pulled her Colt.

Baring her teeth, she threated the imposing man, “Stay away from me.”

There was a slight Southern lilt to her voice. He would guess Georgia. What was once, he was sure, a proper head of waist-length hair, had been chopped to the shoulders. What would have looked like a scandalous mess on any other well-bred woman gave this feisty baggage an irresistible appeal, as if she had just emerged from bed after being good and tumbled by a man. The golden honey locks only highlighted the unusual purple color of her eyes, which at this moment flashed brimstone and fire at him.

The corner of Brice’s lips rose on a seductive smile, “Not a chance.”

For a man who had a gun drawn on him, he seemed remarkably unaffected.

He didn’t know what had brought the little beauty to the far corner of the country, alone and unprotected, but he would be damned if he was going to let her just stroll out those saloon doors.

“You have no right to keep me here. Those men started the fight. I didn’t hurt anyone,” rattled off Michaela.

He made her nervous. She had spent the last several years surrounded by men in the cavalry. Men of all shapes and sizes. Of all temperament. Some good. Some bad. But none like him. There was something about him. The way he held himself. A reined energy, like a powerful horse only barely held in check.

“You just violated the Uniform Code of Military Justice by drawing a weapon on a superior officer,” quipped Brice. His voice a low, dark threat.

Michaela lowered her brow in confusion. “But…I’m not even in the army!”

“That is a matter for the commanding officer to sort out. Till then, you’re my prisoner,” said Brice as he took one step forward. The barrel of her Colt pressing into the tight muscle of his stomach.

“You’re the commanding officer!” accused an exasperated Michaela.

“I know,” grinned Brice.

Without thought, Michaela squeezed the trigger. The hammer fell with a hollow empty click.

Brice wrapped one large hand around her slight wrist and snatched her close. “Dammit woman,” he growled.

Just because he had seen the glint of light through the empty bullet chamber didn’t mean he would excuse her trying to fill his gut with lead. If ever there was a woman who needed to be taken in hand, it was this little, feral spitfire.

Tearing the gun from her grasp, he put a shoulder to Michaela’s middle and easily lifted her slight weight high. Ignoring her indignant screams and shouts, Brice walked with a determined step out of the saloon, tossing a final command to the corporal over his shoulder.

“See that her horse and things are sent to the fort.”

“Yes, sir. Where should I have them brought?” asked the somewhat stunned corporal.

“My quarters,” answered Major Brice without hesitation as he carried an angry Michaela out into the night.