Abbie Lawlor only wanted a drink with her friend at the end
of a long, hard week. Her feet hurt, her head ached and she just wanted one
cosmos then home to soak in the tub. She sure wasn’t looking to hook up with
anyone. Her luck with men was worse than bad. Too bad with visitors flooding
the town the bar at The Menger Hotel was so jammed a sheet of paper would
barely fit between two people. Which was why Sam Burdette ended up pressed against
her so she could feel every detail of his body. The heat the flared between
them could have set fire to everyone in the bar. The invisible link between a
Dom and a sub made her forget all her aches and pains. It was why she let the
very sexy Texas Ranger coax her out of the bar and up to his room for some very
off the wall sex that turned a casual “Hello” into an overnight sensation.
About the Author:
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences
of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every
kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years
she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that
interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her
stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a
Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart
of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best
BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the
Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses.
Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica
author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
Excerpt:
“Some of our men serve as guards, so I know a lot about it.”
“Guards?” She frowned. “I know we have Texas Rangers who
pull sentry duty.” “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. “Samuel J. Burdette, Texas Ranger,
Company E, El Paso, at your service.”
Ohmigod!
Many people, both in and out of the life, claimed they
couldn’t tell a Dom or a sub outside the arena of play. Unless of course they
were in a committed relationship and then the signs were there, if one knew
what to look for. But Abbie had been on her search for so long she had finely
tuned radar.
In all her fantasies of finding the Dom she sought, how many
times had he taken the form of a Texas Ranger, the state’s elite crime fighting
organization? They were powerful men, self-assured, part of the oldest law
enforcement agency in North America, with statewide jurisdiction. And for her,
the ultimate symbol of the kind of Dom she kept looking for.
Maybe, just maybe….
She mentally shook her head. No, she was an idiot to hope
that—
“You do like Texas Rangers, right?” Sam watched her, one
corner of his mouth kicked up in the hint of a smile. But what glittered in his
eyes was no smile. Instead she saw heat, hunger, lust, need. And something
indefinable that made her breath catch in her throat.
“Yes, I do,” she finally answered. She’d better get her
brain in gear or he’d think he’d found an idiot and a simpleton and dump her
back in the bar. “As a matter of fact, they’re my favorite kind of man.”
His look nearly melted her soaked thong.
“Good.” His thumb brushed gently over her knuckle, as much a
gesture of possession as desire. “My kind of woman.”
Oh, yes, please. Please.
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