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It doesn't take the reader long to fall in love with the Rough Rider Cowboys I can promise you this. Today we get the pleasure of not only giving you a glimpse of Kissin' Tell the latest Rough Rider book but we also get to share with you the book that started it all... Long, Hard Ride!!!
Take a look at Book 13 of the Rough Riders series, KISSIN' TELL by Lorelei James!
Kissin' Tell by Lorelei James
Rough Rider, Book 13
Samhain Publishing
Western, Erotic
June 26, 2012
Blurb She once led him around by a string. Now he’s the one holding the reins.
Georgia Hotchkiss swore wild horses couldn’t drag her back to Sundance, Wyoming. So it’s ironic she’s forced to take a rodeo PR job in her former hometown—right before her ten-year class reunion. The only thing worse than facing her cheating ex-husband and his pregnant wife? Showing up to the reunion without a date. Fate smiles on her when she runs into her former classmate and current cowboy hottie Tell McKay. With his infectious smile and fun-loving ways—not to mention his banging body—he’s the perfect solution to her problem.
Tell McKay had it so bad for Hot Lips Hotchkiss during high school that he let her run roughshod over him. But he is no longer that easily manipulated boy—these days he’s earned a reputation with the ladies that lives up to the McKay last name. He agrees to escort her to the reunion with one stipulation; that Georgia proves she has left behind the goody-goody cheerleader of the past—by sharing his bed.
Their sexual chemistry flashes so bright, they barely notice that the reunion has come and gone, and now they’re tangled up in another dreaded “R” word—relationship. But if Tell wants to get the girl this go-around, he’ll have to come up with a whole new set of knots to tie up her heartstrings.
Warning: Contains a sweet talkin’ wild cowboy with a wagon load of crazy-hot sex fantasies and the mad bedroom skills to back up his claims.
Excerpt Copyright © 2012 Lorelei James All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
In history class.
At least it hadn’t happened in math, where he’d have to stand at the board to solve a problem and then everyone could see…his problem.
His cheeks burned imagining how much that would suck.
He shifted in his seat and blamed his situation on the distraction seated in front of him.
The oh-so-hot, oh-so-out-of-his-league, sweet, sexy and amazingly perfect class beauty, Georgia Hotchkiss.
Yeah, Georgia was always on his mind.
She was something else. A petite powerhouse. The ultimate diversion. Those damn short, damn tight cheerleading skirts that showcased her athletic body. If he angled his head to the side, he caught a glimpse of her muscular thigh instead of the back of her head. Not that the view was bad. Her hair was as black and shiny as a crow’s wing in the sun. Add in her china-white skin, full ruby lips and Georgia could be a modern-day Snow White.
You’re a real poet, McKay. More like a fuckin’ pervert. Think about something else.
“Tell?”
Startled by the husky rasp of his name, he glanced up from his notebook, right into pale, icy-blue eyes that made him stammer like a fool. “W-what?”
“Did you do the homework assignment?”
Be cool. Do not imagine Hot Lips Hotchkiss whispering that in your ear. “Yep.”
Her mouth curved into a smile. He wondered if the gloss glistening on her lips was flavored. Would it taste like bubble gum? Peaches? Ripe black cherries?
“Thank God. Can I copy it?”
Tell managed to rip his focus from her plump lips. Before he could speak, she cranked the charm on high.
“Please? You let me do it before. And I didn’t have time because I was…”
Sucking face with your asshole boyfriend?
Not that he’d ever say that, but man, he hated Declan “Deck” Veldekamp; not just because the super jock—aka big man on campus—was dating the hottest girl in their class. The guy was a prick and a bully. And those were his best traits.
“You was what?” Tell whispered back.
“Bottle-feeding the replacement calves my dad got yesterday.”
He snorted.
“You don’t believe me? I’m serious. I had chores to finish last night.”
“So did I. And I was up until three a.m. helping my brothers pull a couple of calves since my dad—” was passed out in the barn, “—needed some shut-eye and I still got my homework done.”
Her tempting lips formed a pretty pout. “I don’t see the big deal in you letting me copy it real quick.”
You wouldn’t.
Like you didn’t see a problem asking me to help with prom decorations, and I ended up doing everything.
Like you didn’t see a problem asking me to help with Fellowship of Christian Athletes concessions, and I ended up doing everything.
“Please, Tell? I’m desperate.”
“Miss Hotchkiss,” Mrs. Walls said sharply. “Stop flirting with Mr. McKay and get ready to turn in your assignment.”
Swish. Her silky hair tickled Tell’s knuckles as she whipped her head. The scent of cherries traveled from his nose straight to his crotch.
Fuckin’ awesome.
“I’m afraid that’s the problem, Mrs. Walls,” Georgia intoned sweetly. “I seem to have…lost my assignment and I was just asking if he saw the paper fall out of my binder.”
“Is that true, Tell?”
Now Miss Sweet and Sexy was asking him to lie for her? Bull crap.
“No, ma’am, that is not true.”
“Well, then, what were you two whispering about that was so all-fired important that you disrupted my class?” Mrs. Walls demanded.
Tell knew the hard-nosed teacher wouldn’t let it go. “Georgia and I were talkin’ about the upcoming class project, bein’s we’re partners. She forgot the folder with our notes and discovered she’d slipped her assignment in it too.”
When Georgia gaped at him, Tell allowed a smug grin, but stopped short of giving her a conspiratorial wink.
“I’ll let it slide this time, only because I’m impressed you two have already started on the project,” Mrs. Walls said.
Score! Now with Hot Lips as his partner for a major graded assignment, she couldn’t back out. It finally gave him the chance to show her the real Tell McKay. Not the tongue-tied loser who sat behind her in history class and sniffed her hair.
“What’s the subject matter?” Mrs. Walls asked him.
Crap. “Ah. Advances and setbacks in Wyoming livestock practices over the course of Wyoming statehood.” Hey, that sounded pretty good, especially on the fly.
“Excellent. The rest of you might as well choose partners today—after you turn in your assignments. The bell rings in two minutes, so get cracking.”
Tell’s mind drifted into a soft-focus image of Georgia and him, alone, studying in the back of the library with their heads bent close. When they looked up simultaneously, Georgia would whisper his name and lick her lips, letting him know she wanted him. Then would he gently touch her face and slide his hand into that thick waterfall of shiny black hair? Or would he keep eye contact with her as he gradually moved in for a long, slow kiss?
No. He’d grab her, kiss her with all the bottled-up passion he hadn’t had the chance to show any woman, let alone her. Passion that was just waiting to burst free. While they were kissing like crazy, her soft hands would be all over him.
No. His hands would be all over her. Slipping under her shirt to touch her boobs. Inching beneath the spandex panties she wore under her cheerleading skirt.
She’d be moaning, rubbing her hand against his fly. Then he’d pick her up—just like in the movies. He’d sweep all the books and papers off the desk—just like in the movies. Then he’d gently lay her across the surface, bringing his body on top of hers. For some of that sliding, pounding, pumping action—
“Tell?”
His guilty gaze winged to Georgia. “Ah, what?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
He stammered, “N-no. Why?”
“The bell rang.”
Shit. “Oh.”
“Why are you still sitting there?”
Because I have another freakin’ boner. “Because I’m tired. I must’ve fallen asleep.”
She blinked at him. “With your eyes open?”
Way to be an idiot. He shrugged and fought another lame blush. Please, don’t let his face reveal that he’d been in a porn scene, dry-humping her to orgasm as she screamed his name. Be cool. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to say thanks for covering for me, but I can’t be your partner.”
Every fantasy—and his dick—deflated. “Why not?”
Georgia gnawed on her lip. “Deck will get mad.”
“So? It’s for school. Say the teacher put us together.”
“But Smitty was here. He’ll tattle that we weren’t assigned and us partnering up was your idea. Then Deck will want to, well…deck you.”
“I’d like to see him try.” Ooh, such a tough guy, McKay. Deck would wipe the floor with your scrawny ass.
“I can’t do that to you, Tell.”
Was her concern for him from fear? Or from something else? She had been talking to him a lot during class the last couple of months. Did she kind of…like him?
Wait. If he let Deck beat the ever-lovin’ crap out of him, would Georgia feel so guilty she’d offer to kiss his injuries and make them better? For the first time ever, he really hoped a guy punched him in the crotch.
Nice fucking fantasy, perv, but it ain’t ever gonna happen.
“You understand, don’t you?”
His focus snapped back to her. “What’s your grade in this class?”
She dropped her gaze. “I have a C. Minus.”
“I have an A. This project could raise your grade to a B if you partner with me.”
“Well, okay then. But we can’t meet to work on the project during school hours where anyone could see us.”
If he’d had an ego, it would’ve taken a massive hit. “Where we gonna work on it?”
“How about the public library? In, ah, Moorcroft.” Her fingers nervously twisted the purity ring on a chain around her neck. “I’ll meet you there tomorrow night.”
That’s when he knew he’d be doing the history project alone.
That’s when he understood that sucker defined a guy like him, easily manipulated by a pretty girl.
That’s when he swore it’d never happen again.
Now take a look at the book that started it all... Long, Hard Ride by Lorelei James
Long, Hard Ride by Lorelei James
Rough Riders, Book 1
Samhain Publishing
Western, Erotic
Available Now!
Blurb
One lucky woman…three sexy cowboys…she’s in for the ride of her life!
Channing Kinkaid itches for a change; a wild western adventure with an untamed man. Determined to shed her inhibitions and embrace the steamier, seamier side of life, she sets her sights on hooking up with a real chaps-and-spurs-wearing cowboy.
Enter Colby McKay—bull rider, saddle bronc buster and calf roper. From the moment he sets lust-filled eyes on the sweet and fiery Channing, he knows he’s found the woman who’s up to the challenge of cutting loose. What rough and rowdy cowboy could resist a no-holds-barred sexual romp with a sassy young thing starring as his personal buckle bunny?
Intrigued by Channing’s bold proposition of horsing around on the road, Colby impulsively sweetens the deal; sexual escapades not only in his bed, but in the bedrolls of his rodeo traveling partners, Trevor and Edgard.
Although Channing’s secretly longed to be the sole focus of more than one man’s passions, Colby’s demand for complete submission behind closed doors will test her willful nature.
Can Channing give up total control? Especially when not all is as it seems with the sexy trio? Or will the cowboys have to break out the bullropes and piggin’ string to break in this headstrong filly?
Warning: This title contains the following: lots of explicit sex, going strong long after the cows come home, graphic language that’d make your mama blush, light bondage with bullropes, ménage a trois, and – yee-haw! – hot nekkid cowboy man-love.
Excerpt Copyright © 2007 Lorelei James All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“Contestant number four! Strut your stuff, baby!”
Channing thrust out her enormous rack, hardened nipples leading the charge. She completely overshadowed the other contestants. She grinned saucily. It was the first time since her thirteenth birthday she hadn’t been ashamed of her large breasts.
Amidst catcalls and wolf whistles she sexed it up, shimmying her hips. Stretching on tiptoe to force the tight T-shirt higher up her flat belly. Widening her stance, she spun on her boot heels, bent over, and grabbed her ankles, jiggling her ass and her boobs.
The crowd of men went absolutely wild.
The tease paid off when Moose announced she’d won the Golden Knockers trophy and one hundred bucks.
“Yee-haw!” she yelled and jumped from the bar.
Never in a million years would anyone she grew up with believe Channing would enter a wet T-shirt contest, let alone win first place.
A tiny chorus of Toby Keith’s “How Do You Like Me Now?” broke out inside her head and she smirked.
After receiving congratulations from admiring cowboys on the circuit and a few frat brats, she poured a fresh kamikaze in the trophy cup. She toasted herself in the cracked mirror behind the bar and liked what she saw.
She glanced around, half-afraid she’d see Jared storming toward her, intent on spoiling her fun by dragging her off to celebrate her victory in private. The man was seriously antisocial. And dammit, she was having fun for a change.
The Western bar was jam-packed. Jared hated crowds, but he hated leaving her alone in a crowd—especially a group of horny, drunken men. Where could he have gone? Did she really care?
Sweet, warm breath tickled her ear. “Lookin’ for someone, darlin’?”
Channing tilted her head. Colby McKay—king of the rodeo circuit—stared down at her. From far away he looked a total package. Up close he was simply stunning. Icy blue eyes, dark chestnut hair and chiseled features that weren’t typical rugged cowboy, but rather, brought to mind the image of a brooding poet.
His toned body spoke of his athletic prowess with horses and bulls; his thickly muscled arms and big, callused hands spoke of his skill with ropes. Mmm. Mmm. He was yummy and he knew it. He also was aware he made her skittish as a new colt.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, a nervous gesture she hoped he’d misread as dismissive. “Hey, Colby. Have you seen Jared?”
“He’s on his cell phone over by the bathroom.” The eye-catching cowboy flashed his dimples. “Which leaves you unattended. Which is a damn shame. Dance with me.”
Her stomach jumped, a reaction she blamed on booze, and not the intensely sexy way Colby studied her.
Okay, that was a total lie. She always acted tongue-tied whenever she got within licking distance of Colby, and his equally sexy traveling buddy, Trevor Glanzer.
Jared had kept her sequestered so she hadn’t put truth to the rumors Colby and Trevor were the bad boys of the circuit. She knew they were fierce competitors; they worked hard and played hard—on and off the dirt. She’d seen the buckle bunnies of all ages and sizes constantly vying for their attention.
But she, little city-slicker nobody Channing Kinkaid, had captured Colby’s interest.
So, for some unknown reason, Trevor and Colby courted her shamelessly at every opportunity. Sometimes separately. Sometimes double-teaming her with hefty doses of good ol’ boy charm. It made her wonder what it’d be like to have them double-teaming her in private.
Whoo-ee. With as hard as they rode livestock? They’d probably break the damn bed frame. Or her.
“Come on, Channing,” Colby cajoled. “One dance.”
Jarred from her fantasy of becoming a Colby/Trevor sandwich, she stammered, “I-I’m all wet. And I smell like beer.”
Colby’s hot gaze zoomed to her chest. “I ain’t complainin’.”
“You will be once I’m plastered against you and getting you wet.”
He bent to her ear and murmured, “Nuh-uh, shug. I like my women wet. Really wet. I like it when they get that wetness all over me. All over my fingers. All over my face. All over my—”
“Colby McKay!” Flustered by the image of his dark head burrowed between her legs, his mouth shiny-wet with her juices, she attempted to push him away. He didn’t budge. The man redefined rock solid. No wonder bulls and broncs had a tough time tossing him off.
“You ain’t as indignant as you’d like me to believe, Miz Channing. In fact—” he nipped her earlobe, sending tingles in an electric line directly to her nipples, “—I suspect a firecracker such as yourself prefers dirty talk.”
The subtle pine scent of Colby’s aftershave and the underlying hint of aroused male soaked into her skin more thoroughly than the beer. A purely sexual shiver worked loose from her head to the pointed toes of her cowgirl boots.
“Come on and dance with me. Let’s see if we can’t spread that wetness around a little.” Without waiting for her compliance, Colby tugged her toward the dance floor.
“Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” blasted from the speakers.
The second they were engulfed by the mass of dancers, Colby hauled her flush against his firm body. A big, strapping man, he was hard everywhere—from his brawny chest to his powerfully built thighs. No two-stepping for them. He clasped her right hand in his left, nestling his right palm in the small of her back. That single touch seared her flesh like a red-hot brand.
Lord. And the long hard thing poking her belly sure as shooting wasn’t his championship belt buckle.
“You okay?”
Channing nodded, even when her head spun with the idea the hottest cowboy on the circuit had a massive hard-on for her—right here in front of rodeo queens, stock contractors, old timers and everyone else.
“See? This ain’t so bad, is it?”
“No. Actually, it’s really nice, Colby.” She rested her cheek on his chest and sighed softly.
“Nice? I’ll take that, though, I’d prefer naughty.” His hold on her tightened. “Be nicer yet if we were naked,” he whispered against her temple.
Naked line dancing. That might be interesting. Gave a new definition to the term swingers.
Booted feet shuffled and stomped in the sawdust. Men and women whirled in flashes of bright fringe and glittering rhinestones. Finally Colby spoke again. “Can I ask you something, sweetheart?”
“I guess.”
“How’d you end up with Jared?”
Because I didn’t see you first.
Channing didn’t look up; rather she studied the pearl studs on his plaid western shirt. “We met after he did a bull-riding exhibition. We got to talking and I told him I wanted an adventure. We hooked up and here I am. Why?”
“So you ain’t goofy in love with him? Hopin’ he’ll put a ring on your finger at summer’s end?”
“No.” Truth be told, she suspected she’d made a mistake in choosing Jared. Beneath his enchanting Australian accent lurked a moody, possessive man with secrets. She had no idea what to do about it. “Why?”
“This don’t seem like your thing.”
“What? Traveling on the rodeo circuit?”
“Well, that too. But mostly I was talkin’ ‘bout a classy broad like you shackin’ up with that lyin’ slimeball.”
Channing glanced up. Instead of acting snappy and defensive, she batted her eyelashes and sweetened her tone. “Why, Colby McKay, I didn’t realize you cared about my virtue.”
“It ain’t your virtue I’m concerned about.”
“Then what?”
His hungry gaze captured every nuance of her face, ultimately homing in on her mouth. Heat from his eyes raced down her spine, gathering in her core. She felt more exposed than if he’d stripped her buck-naked.
“Jesus. Every time I look at you I lose my damn train of thought.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause you got the sweet face of an innocent and the body of a high-priced whore.”
Her mouth dropped open.
Studying her eyes, Colby gave her a devilish smile and lowered his head. Taking advantage of her parted lips, his tongue darted inside her mouth. No hard, fast kiss. Just a fleeting brush of his soft lips. A lingering stroke of his velvety tongue. His heated breath mingled with hers and her pulse quickened. Everywhere.
Oh. As his talented tongue slid along hers, any pretense of her resistance fled. She savored his taste; a spicy tang of beer, Copenhagen and toothpaste. Another shudder ran through her and she moaned softly.
“Does that shock you, darlin’?” he murmured against the corner of her trembling mouth.
Channing forced her traitorous lips away from his lazy assault. “Does it shock me that you classify me as a whore, same as those buckle bunnies following you around? No.”
His eyes flashed blue fire, as if she’d somehow insulted him. “I didn’t call you a whore. I didn’t call you an innocent, either, but I noticed you didn’t focus on that portion of my remark.”
“Then explain yourself, Mr. McKay.”
“I spend way more time thinkin’ ‘bout you than I should, Miz Channing.” Colby didn’t miss a dance beat as he smoothly shoved a firm thigh between hers and waltzed her forward.
Lorelei: NAKED IN DEATH by JD Robb
Ali: Favorite place to get it on besides the bedroom?
Lorelei: Hmm...I'll never kiss and tell :)
Ali: When did you fall in love...with writing?
Lorelei: I love writing, but I'm not in love with it. I've always wanted to write and I've been telling stories in my head since I was a young girl. So I was happy when my kids were old enough that I could actually sit down with pen to paper and get the stories out. I was happier yet when a publisher took me on because they thought the stories were good enough to sell :)
Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I'm a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I'm not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.
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Now for your viewing pleasure and Simply because I couldn't let the opportunity pass by check these Hot Cowboys out! ;)
27 comments:
I love Lorelei's Rough Riders! One of my favourite books is Cowgirl Up and Ride, though the first book will always be special to me because it got me totally hooked on this series.
Thank you for the giveaway!
claudigc at msn dot com
If I wasn't already interested in this series both of these excerpts would have me going out and buying all of the books! Thanks for the giveaway!
suz2(at)cox(dot)net
I haven't read this series yet, but it is now on my TBR list. Will be getting all of these books ASAP
Wolphcall(at)bellsouth(dot)net
I first picked up this series when Long Hard Ride was a free read on Kindle and I was immedialy hooked and have been ever since!
I just can't get enough of this series!
mmafsmith at gmail dot com
I've heard nothing but great things for Lorelei's Rough Riders series. I haven't read any yet, but after those excerpts I'm going to pick them up.
e.balinski(at)att(dot)net
Lorelei is the best! I simply can't wait for this book to come out already. jotam10@hotmail.com
OH!! I'm rather new to this series, so...Thx for the Long Hard Ride excerpt...LOVED it! Loving this hop AND series! :)
barbbattaglia @ yahoo.com
I have alot of catching up to do! I have read about 3 of the RR series. After these reviews, they will be at the top of my reading list. I'm fanning myself now, or is it a hotflash? Thank you for the reviews & this giveaway.
JessieL62@comcast.net
I love this excerpt! I can't wait to see how it plays out in the book.
bas1chsemail at gmail dot com
I love the RR series. Cowboys are one of my favorite kinds of romance heroes. I haven't started the In Death series but I plan to. I'm daunted by the sheer number of books in that series.
geishasmom73 AT yahoo DOT com
I haven't started this series yet! Its been on my tbr forever!!!! I'm pushing it to the top now!
andieleah78@gmail.com
I have all of the books and the next one on preorder! I am so ready for Tell's story. Love them
Mel
bournmelissa at hotmail dot com
Thanks for those great excerpts. Something about these men and their humor that always gets me smiling.
caity_mack at yahoo dot com
:) I had almost forgotten the awesomeness of Colby! :) It was wonderful to go back, I loved that book!!!
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I haven't read any of these books yet but after reading the excerpts I'm going to start. They sound really good.
proudarmymom32(at)yahoo(dot)com
I love all that L writes!!!
I am so excited to read Tell's story and hear how the others are doing. I loved the picture of Channing Tatum! YUMMY!
kaylyndavis1986@yahoo.com
I have the first few of these books and really must get the rest, they all sound great and I need to get caught up, lol. Thanks so much for the great giveaways!
manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com
With Kissin Tell coming out soon..I am going to have to re-read. Totally not a hardship..I love the ENTIRE series!
j.l.obrien912@gmail.com
Thank you for the pictures of the super hot cowboys...I was having a hard time waiting for Tell's story before, Now....I wish the 26th would hurry up and get here! I loved each book in the series and would recommend them to any one who wants a hot read with smokin' cowboys!!!
Thanks for hosting Lorelei and YUM on the hot cowboys!
Francesca
Yum on the pics of the cowboys.. Cant wait for the book
cynthia0o@hotmail.com
Very nice excerpts.
bn100candg(at)hotmail(dot)com
I love Loreleis books! I read the first one and was addicted! I cant wait to read the newest one. Sounds awesome! Thank you!
shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com
I'm so going to have to pull that book back out. Whew! It's been too long since I read it I think :)
Thanks!
acade29@gmail.com
I love the McKay books! They are HOT and sexy with just a tad naughty thrown in! Thanks for the contest I would love to win a Nook Color
donnasing777@yahoo.com
I absolutely LOVE all of Lorelei James's Rough Riders and Blacktop Cowboys. Everyone of them has something different but very good.
Keep writing!
SandyB
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