Marco Defalco has been saddled with enough family responsibilities to last a lifetime. The last thing he wants to do is change his bachelor status . . . until he meets Leslie Taylor, that is. The sensual sparks crackling between them are too hot to ignore, and Marco has the sinking suspicion his bachelor days are numbered.
Leslie moved away from Marco and almost tripped when she stumbled over a box sitting on the floor in front of his desk.
"Watch it there!" He reached out to prevent her from falling, his hand an iron clamp locked around her forearm. Her skin burned from the contact and her gaze snapped to his. She forgot to breathe.
Oh my . . .
Marco's heavy lidded eyes gleamed feral. And before she knew what was happening, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Leslie's breath shuddered in her lungs, and she placed her hands on his hard chest, splayed as if to ward him off. But her traitorous fingers curled into the fabric of his black t-shirt.
It felt so good to be held in his arms again. How could something so wrong feel so right?
She swallowed again. "Uh . . . I don't think this is a good idea," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Probably not." His brown eyes probed her depths, searching out the secrets in her heart, her soul. "But I want to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you for weeks. I need to kiss you."
Before she could form a coherent reply, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, one cheek, then the other. He placed a delicate kiss on the sensitive skin of her collarbone between her shoulder and neck, nipping and licking his way to her lips. He teased the corners of her mouth with his hot tongue, torturing her exquisitely until she was panting from longing and want.
Desire permeated her being, a delicious languidness that made her body feel heavy and light at one and the same time. It had been so long since she'd felt like this.
So very, very long . . .
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, rancher, series romance, small town romance, steamy romance, contemporary western romance, alpha male, single mom
He leaned across the desk. “You know, we haven’t discussed the kiss the other night.”
She scooted the chair back. “There’s nothing to discuss.”
He stood and slowly came around the desk, reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “I want to kiss you again.”
“That’s probably not a good idea.” Oh, lord. She was playing with fire and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get burned. Bad.
“Probably not. I know you said we’d never kiss again. But don’t you want to kiss me? Can’t you feel the pull between us?”
“Yes . . . No!” She jerked her hand free and started backing away.
He followed, closing in on her until she bumped against the library table.
“Just one kiss, Beth. One kiss can’t hurt.”
Before she could react, before she could reply, Trevor wrapped his arms around her, covered her mouth with his and God help her, she was a goner.
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, cowboy romance, single mom, librarian, small town, alpha male, tortured hero, secrets, steamy romance
KEYWORDS: contemporary western romance, Texas romance, cowboy romance, Free, freebie, steamy romance, reunion romance, second chance romance, alpha male, small town romance, rancher, doctor, medical
"Oh, honey," Pete said. "Please don't cry again. You don't know how bad it tears me up inside to see you so unhappy."
"I can't help it." She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, blinking and sniffling as more tears fell. She raised soul-sad eyes to his. "Don't you think I'm tired of all this? Tired of crying? Tired of being sad?" Her voice broke on a sob. "Why did he have to die? Why? God, I feel so alone. So very much . . . alone."
Pete pushed back his chair and quickly walked around the desk. He pulled Kelsey from her seat and into his arms. "Shush now. You're not alone. You have a loving family and good friends to support you."
And me. But he didn't say that. They didn't belong together. He wasn't the right man for her. But that logical argument didn't seem to matter to his heart. He was constantly fighting an internal battle against wanting Kelsey with an urgency that nearly brought him to his knees and knowing he couldn't . . . shouldn't start anything with her, especially when she was in such a vulnerable state.
Hell, what was he thinking? He couldn't start anything with her ever.
He held her close while she sobbed her heart out. Poor kid. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the scent of strawberries and woman filling his nostrils. He rubbed her back with one hand, while hugging her to his body with the other. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him, her head tucked in the crook of his shoulder like when they'd danced together last week.
Only, now it was just the two of them. No family, no friends, no interested spectators.
Pete let her have her cry out. After several minutes, her tears finally stopped. She hiccoughed and stood frozen in place, plastered against him. Damn, why did her body have to fit him so perfectly? With a will of its own, his libido kicked into full throttle; he couldn't control the flash of heat hardening his body to almost painful intensity.
Kelsey slowly unwrapped her arms from around his waist and moved her hands to the front of his jacket. She patted the damp fabric right above his heart. "I got you all wet. I'm sorry." She tilted her head to look at him, her eyelashes spiked with tears.
He felt her stiffen in his embrace, her eyes widening, dilating with awareness. His body flexed in response to that primal signal of desire. Well, hell. How was he supposed to resist that? Resist her? He was only human after all.
"Pete?" Her voice was breathy, a whisper, bedroom soft.
Never before had his name sounded so good, so sexy on anyone's lips.
Her breath hitched, and before Pete could do something stupid like act on his inappropriate hunger for her, Kelsey took his choice away. She stood on tiptoe, draped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his.
Instant sexual combustion blind-sided him. His mind went blank and instinct took over. She was female to his male. He wanted her in the most elemental way. He'd wanted her for weeks, months, years, and now she was in his arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
KEYWORDS: alpha male, Texas romance, cowboy romance, ranch, contemporary western romance, small town romance, new adult romance, series romance
But then her mother asks me to marry her.
I say yes.
Now this woman will be mine forever.
Maybe the prophecy really is true. I’m committing to a woman that will never love me in return.
But it was better to be her husband than allow someone else to take my place. It was better to conquer her body every night than be lonely with someone else.
Tori's breath stalled in her lungs as her back lay nestled against Sam's solid-muscled chest. She felt his lips on her hair, his kiss burning her scalp. Hot prickles of desire infused her blood, and she couldn't help tilting her head forward, wanting to feel his lips on her skin. He was quick to oblige, trailing kisses across the nape of her neck and collarbone.
Suddenly, he twirled her around and Tori looked up at him. He really was a brutally handsome man, his features hard as granite. She fleetingly wondered how a man who looked so fierce, so feral, could scatter such gentle kisses across her sensitive skin. How a man who had uprooted his whole life so he could help his sick mother--how could such a man look at her with such intense yearning? Such hot passion?
Sam's eyes dilated beneath heavy lids. He bent toward her, stopping only millimeters from her mouth. His breath was hot on her lips. Tori's stomach dipped in an alarming manner.
"I'm going to kiss you." His voice was rough with desire. "I've been wanting to kiss you from the first moment I saw you at the bar."
He yanked her into his strong arms and gathered her close. He was warm and hard and very aroused. Before Tori could say or do anything, his mouth crushed down on hers in a hungry savage kiss.
KEYWORDS: Contemporary Western Romance, Texas romance, Cowboy romance, sensual, small town romance, New Adult and College, Multicultural romance
Bull rider Nick Jackson has spent his entire life not knowing who he really is. Abandoned as a toddler and raised in foster homes, Nick is afraid to put down roots, to make commitments, to love, because life has a way of ripping those things away from you when you least expect it.
Psychologist Jean Sutherland wants to help Nick discover his true identity and find his family, but not as a professional. Her interest in Nick is purely personal. She finds it difficult not to cross the line between her personal and professional lives, and nearly ruins them both in the process.
Sometimes it's better to leave the past alone…