Wild West Promise ~ book 3 in the Double D Ranch Tales series
~ a contemporary, western, erotic romance story with a hint of the supernatural
set in Nevada and written for Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line ~
Available Now!
Inspiration
The inspiration for the Double D Ranch Tales series stemmed from a trip
I went on where I stayed on a working ranch. There were ranchers/cowboys,
horses, trail rides, campfires, cattle and food cooked outside. My muse started
asking, "What if?" When I returned home with a handful of ideas, I
went to RM and said, "Guess what we're going to write about." From
there we wrote Wild West Weekend,
followed by Wild West Hauntings and
now we have the short story Wild West
Promise available for readers while we continue to work on the next novel
length Double D tale. Wild West Promise
is Kent’s story. He’s one of the ranch hands on the Double D who’s played small
parts in the first two books. When RM came up with the idea, I agreed we should
go for it. She whipped up the first draft, we tweaked it and now it’s out! :)
There’s also a bit of a paranormal subplot in it that we’re hoping to expand
into a longer story down the line.
Blurb
In life and the
afterlife, on the Double D Ranch, one belief holds true—the power of desire
changes lives.
A rugged wrangler. A feisty Irish woman. A day full of promise. Times are
wild on the Double D, and one ranch hand is in for the ride of a lifetime.
Little does Maggie O’Hurley know her life is about to change. She visits the
ranch to attend a friend’s bachelorette party and meets a wrangler named Kent.
Her immediate attraction to him revs up her libido, and she plans to do what’s
needed to snag the sexy cowboy…including making a decision she never thought
she’d deal with again.
As a workaholic, Kent Samuels hasn’t been with a woman in ages. When a
bewitching redhead steps into his path, his world tilts, and she’s all he can
think of. He doesn’t know if he’s able to give her forever, but he will give
her what time he has. Once he does, he knows he can’t let her go.
Past experiences war with ideas for the future, but can the pair make
promises they can keep?
Excerpt
The entrance to
the cave had the most vivid red rock she’d ever seen. Cascading colors of
orange, dark brown, and shades of grey slipped by beneath her as she climbed
the ladder after Kent. When they’d reached the inside, he walked to a plywood
wall that read Boys Only in big black letters. He opened a makeshift
door, then slipped to the side allowing Maggie to enter full center.
In awe, she cradled her sore thumb with her other hand and surveyed the
space. “It’s quite the bachelor pad, wouldn’t you say?”
Kent set the picnic satchel on a wooden table near a painted sign on the wall
stating, ‘Girls stay out! This is the Dougan brothers’ place!’
To the left of the table an array of ropes and riding crops of different
shapes and sizes hung on the wall. Beneath them sat a chest with an engaged
lock keeping it closed to inquiring minds. In the corner, a plastic crate full
of flashlights and batteries lay next to a small generator. Something purple
and wrinkly looking poked out of a hole of the bin. She screwed her mouth to
the side and furrowed her forehead. Homing in on the item, she gained a better
look and made an O shape with her mouth as understanding dawned.
Kent glanced her way, down at the realistic looking dildo, and back at her.
“The place caters to the grown Dougan men now.”
No doubt. She advanced to the wall and ran her fingers through the
dangling ropes. Stealing a look at Kent, she raised a brow. “I guess the
stories about the Dougan men are true.”
“They’re a feisty bunch for sure,” he muttered under his breath but loud
enough for her to hear.
“Feisty is good for the soul.” She made sure to lock gazes with him after the
words left her throat.
And finally, something she’d tried worked. Kind of. He stared at her, the
amber in his brown eyes sparkling with untold secrets. A flutter started in her
stomach then fanned out through her entire body. She ached to wrap her arms
around him and kiss his lips. But she wouldn’t because, other than the passion
in his gaze, the tell-tale signs that he thought of her in a sexual way were
non-existent at the moment.
Stubborn man. Still running hot and cold. I’ll have to rethink what I need
to do to snag him.
Resigned to enjoy their excursion as just a friendly gesture on his part, she
sighed and moved to the back of the cave to survey the other goodies.
A section of bottled water and a variety of other drinks caught her
attention. Before she could open her mouth and comment, strong arms wrapped her
body from behind silencing her mind and voice.
“I struggled last night, and I’ve fought my feelings all morning to keep my
hands off you,” his deep voice murmured against her ear. He pressed his pelvic
region against her ass. “And as you may notice, I’m losin’ the fight.”
Grab your copy of Wild West Promise on the links below!
C.R.Moss - A Biography
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and
erotic romance markets, giving readers ‘Worlds
of Possibilities.’
Find C.R. Moss and her social links at http://crmoss.com/
~ Come out to the hottest readers’ conference in the west, Hot Mojave Knights, and meet C.R., RM & other great authors ~ Las Vegas, NV – October 2013 ~ http://www.hotmojaveknights.com/
Find C.R. Moss and her social links at http://crmoss.com/
~ Come out to the hottest readers’ conference in the west, Hot Mojave Knights, and meet C.R., RM & other great authors ~ Las Vegas, NV – October 2013 ~ http://www.hotmojaveknights.com/
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