On August 19th the Brought to His Knees boxed set releases and I have to say that I’m a wee bit nervous.
This is the first boxed set I’ve been involved in and it’s my first self publishing venture.
My novella is titled Building Bridges and it’s my first western romance, set in the fictional town of Buffalo Grove, Alberta.
I thought I would share a little sneak peak:
“What’re you doing, Molly?”
“Want to go for a swim?” She asked and, before he could answer, she started undoing her jeans, slipping them down over her hips. In the headlights he could see her panties were pink and a shot of arousal went straight to his groin.
Don’t do it.
Only the temptation was too much.
William swung open his door and started to peel off his own clothes, as Molly disappeared into the long grass.
“Watch for snakes, darlin’,” he teased to flush her out of her hiding spot.
“Shut up!” She hollered back.
He craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but he couldn’t see anything, just a pile of her rumpled clothes on the shore and her silhouette as she scampered into the water. The splash and her subsequent shrieks sent a tingle down his spine.
It sounds cold.
“Are you coming in, William?” She shouted.
He chuckled and toed out of his boots before undoing and pulling his jeans down over his hips, chucking them on the ground next to his shirt and boots. It was times like this he was glad he didn’t wear briefs. He hung his hat on the truck’s antenna and padded over the gravel to the water. Molly was in the middle of the slough, treading water in a pool of moonlight.
“Come on in you big baby! The water’s fine.”
“I’m sure it is.” He sucked in a deep breath as the cold nipped at his prickly hot skin. He bit his lip and sank under the surface, sputtering when he surfaced a moment later. “Fuck! That’s ball-shrinking cold!”
Molly laughed. “Ball shrinking huh? That’s not something you want to admit to a lady.”
Darlin, it won’t be long before they warm up again with you so close, this water is heating up mighty fast.
Only he didn’t say that. “I thought you weren’t a lady.”
“Maybe I’m not,” she teased, splashing him.
She swam over to him and he pulled her in close, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her nipples brushed against his chest and a moan escaped past his lips.
“Molly, I can’t…I can’t promise you anything.”
“Who said anything about promises?” She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he gained his footing on the sandy bottom, the tip of his cock rubbing her pussy. She gasped, but didn’t move away.
“What’re we doing?” He asked, though he knew.
“Living for the day. I usually don’t, you see, and…” She trailed off and then leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. The moment they touched he lost all sense of reason.
“I want you,” Molly whispered against his neck.
“I want you too.” And he took her mouth again, tasting her honeyed lips, pulling her tight against him. “Do you know how damn good it feels to have your legs wrapped around me?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her throat.
Molly wiggled closer. “Tell me.”
He moaned. “You drive me wild, darlin’.”
Building Bridges part of the Brought to His Knees anthology releasing August 19, 2014.
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