This excerpt brought to you by Jesse…the original Rocky Mountain Rogue…
“Touch me, Susannah,” he said roughly. “Look at me. This is who I am. We could be good together.”
“Jesse…”
He caught her hands. “Don’t think, lovey. Just touch.”
Susannah did what she’d wished to do, and let her fingers follow the path the rag had taken minutes before. Her hands roamed over sleek muscles, tanned and hardened by hours of outdoor labor, honed and sharp as the mind of their master, ready to haul and ride, shoot and kill, or hold and love. She felt all of him, tracing the fine contour of the muscles of his chest, then let her arms snake around him to squeeze the firm flesh of his buttocks.
Her husband remained still, his harsh breathing the only sign of his internal struggle. Finally her hands wandered to the thatch of hair between his legs and both of them went around his thick length. In her hands, her husband hardened and she felt a surge of excitement, knowing how, in that moment, she owned him.
Out now! Rocky Mountain Rogue:
On her way to marry a man she’s never met, Susannah’s stagecoach is robbed by a tall, dark-haired outlaw. When she tries to stop him, her struggles only lead to a humiliating bare-bottom spanking at his hands. Eventually, he lets her go, but she can’t stop thinking of him, even dreaming about him right up to her wedding day.
In fact, her new groom looks a lot like the black-haired rogue…
Jesse Oberon Wilder made a bet with his brother that he could marry by summer. That gives him enough time to carry out his plan to destroy the man who’s threatened his family. But when his plans lead him to rob his mail order bride’s stagecoach, he realizes that not everything can be solved by riding a horse or shooting a gun.
Will Jesse’s plans of revenge cost him the woman of his dreams? Or can true love tame a rogue?
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