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ALEX is available today! Don’t miss the excerpt below!
**Author note below
An Armed and Dangerous novella: When Nicole Landford makes a bet with her cousins to go after the first man who “trips her trigger,” little does she know that she’s in for the ride of her life. Unfortunately it’s with the last man on earth she wants to be with.
Alex Grand’s had his eye on Nicole for years. Now that he’s got her attention, he’s got more than his hands full with the wild thing who claims her heart is not up for grabs. But Alex intends to tame Nicole’s wild heart and make the woman his for keeps.
**Please note: “Alex” is a spinoff novella from “Kade,” an Armed and Dangerous novel. “Alex” was originally published in eBook in the “Hearts are Wild” anthology with Ellora’s Cave under the title “Wild Hearts”. Alex’s first name has been changed due to changes made at the request of St. Martin’s Press for the other novels in the series. Alex isn’t armed, but he is dangerous… Fair warning: “Alex” is far more erotic than the Armed and Dangerous novels!
Here’s an excerpt just for you!
PLEASE NOTE: This excerpt has been tamed down a bit for this blog. Fair warning: ALEX is anything but tame. Be prepared to have a nice cool drink with you when you read this novella!
“Damn it.” Nicole Landford propped her hands on her full hips and scowled. “You have some nerve up and dying on me out here in the middle of nowhere.”
With all her pent-up frustration, Nicole kicked the tire of her red ‘63 Corvette with the toe of her four-inch heel and winced. She had only managed to hurt her big toe, not to mention scuffing the bluish-green shoe that matched her mini-dress and the unusual shade of her eyes.
The ‘vette ignored her tirade as steam continued to hiss from beneath the hood. An acrid burnt rubber stench rose up in the air, along with the smell of radiator fluid. Heat rolled over Nicole in waves, adding to the perspiration already beading on her face. Why couldn’t the damn thing have died in Douglas, or even Bisbee? At least then she’d have been near a phone. And of course, actually bringing her cell phone would have been a stroke of genius.
With an irritated sigh, Nicole shoved her long blonde hair out of her face with one hand and looked around at the endless miles of ranch land. If she had been on a highway, she could have stuck out one bare leg, hitched up the miniskirt of her backless dress, and flagged down some gorgeous man. Oh, hell, any man would do, so long as she could get to Dee MacLeod’s house.
But here she was on a dirt road and she’d taken one hell of a wrong turn. That’s what she got for not paying attention. Instead of ending up at least on the road to the Flying M, the MacLeod Ranch, she was stuck out here with nothing around her but dirt, grass, barbed wire fences, and cattle. It was a hot, muggy, and overcast late August afternoon, and more sweat dripped down the side of her face. Thunderclouds were building up to the south and she could smell the promise of a monsoon storm that could come out of nowhere in a hurry.
That would be the icing on her cake.
Off in the distance Nicole could see Alex Grand’s ranch, but she was in no mood to mess with that cowboy, no matter how sexy the man was. She and Alex had been butting heads since elementary school, and all she needed was another confrontation with him. They never had seen eye to eye on anything, and the man always seemed amused by their arguing. No, she didn’t have time for him.
Especially not when she was a woman on a mission.
A few days ago, Nicole and her cousins Lily and Sabrina had made a pact. The first man who “tripped her trigger”, as Sabrina had said, was the man Nicole had to go all-out for, no matter what or who. Wild and crazy sex, and as much of it as possible. For one month and one month only.
They had made a bet and damned if Nicole was going to be the one to lose out on it. Out of all three cousins, Nicole was the one who had no reservations about enjoying sex with the men she chose to date. She was a free spirit—no emotional ties. All she ever looked for was a good time. Her cousins were more reserved—especially Lily, who probably hadn’t been laid for years.
Nicole intended to make good on the bet. Only problem was, she had yet to find a single man who even interested her. It had been a few days since they’d made the pact after Aunt Viv’s fifty-fifth birthday celebration, and Nicole had no prospects on the horizon.
To try and stir up some action, before her damn car had died on her, Nicole had been on her way to the MacLeod Ranch where her friend Trace was visiting from Texas. Trace was happily married now to a sexy cowboy named Jess Lawless, but she was going to buddy up with Nicole, along with the sheriff’s wife, Catie Savage. The three planned to head over to Sierra Vista to one of the local hot spots so that Nicole could find a man who turned her on enough to pursue a romp in the hay with. There were plenty of hot Border Patrol and Customs agents in the area, as well as sexy military men from Ft. Huachuca, not to mention some damn fine ranchers. All Nicole had to do was find one who made her hot and go for it.
But first she had to get there.
“Okay, you piece of—of…” Nicole went around to the front of the car, tried to pop the hood, and snatched back her hand. The damn thing was boiling hot.
She gave another frustrated sigh, but this time in deference to her pride and joy. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you and I shouldn’t get so mad.” Hell, she and her cherry red ‘vette had been through a lot together, so what was a little breakdown now and again?
The low of a cow from the other side of the barbed wire fence drew Nicole’s attention and wrath instead. “Beat it, you slobber-mouthed beast.”
The white-faced Hereford just chewed her cud as she studied Nicole with her big brown eyes, and then turned away. The muggy Arizona summer afternoon intensified the smell of the cow and the dust her hooves kicked up. More cattle plodded by at a slow and easy pace, eating snatches of grass, green from recent monsoon rains. Occasionally, they gave a loud “moo”. Two calves bawled and poked their faces through the fence, before their mothers nudged them along.
Nicole glanced to the south again. It would be her luck for the storm to rain on her parade. Not that it would matter now. Her blonde hair was wilting fast, her makeup running down her face, and her dress rumpling in the humidity.
So much for “dry heat”.
After a few moments, the steam lessened. Nicole used a cloth from the backseat of her car to pop the hood and then prop it up. She tossed the cloth on the fender, folded her arms beneath her generous cleavage and glared at the radiator, which probably needed to be replaced. It wasn’t easy finding parts for a car over forty years old.
She stomped away, as best she could in those four-inch heels she used to love—
And felt something warm and wet squish around her foot.
With a groan she looked down, knowing what she’d see. She had managed to step into a nice, big, smelly, fresh pile of cow manure.
Great. Just great.
Nicole almost ripped both her heels off and threw them over the fence at the cattle and said to hell with it. Instead she took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the cloudy sky. “Are you out to get me?”
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Wind picked up and lifted her damp hair from her shoulders. Well, there was her answer.
She groaned and wiped off the manure on a clump of grass. So much for those heels.
When her shoe was mostly de-crapified, she leaned in the ‘vette’s open window and snatched the keys out of the ignition. She rounded the car, opened the trunk, and grabbed a new jug of radiator fluid. As she started to shut the lid, her keys slipped out of her hand and into the trunk.
“No!” she shouted, dropping the jug and leaping to stop the trunk lid.
Her keys clanked at the bottom of the trunk. The lid thunked shut.
Nicole groaned and flattened her palms against the sun-warmed car. “Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!”
Before she realized what was happening, large male hands were on either side of hers, braced on the trunk lid, and a very big male body virtually surrounded her.
Nicole froze. Her heart started to pound like a cattle stampede.
“Now, hon—” came Alex Grand’s low drawl, “—you really ought to watch your language.”
For a moment her body sagged, she was so thankful it wasn’t some rapist who had snuck up on her. But in the next second she gritted her teeth, pissed it was Alex and that he had scared her like he had.
She tried to twist away but he had her blocked with his powerful arms. She clenched her hands into fists. “I’m in no mood for your bullshit, Alex Grand.”
Just as she was about to try to push back and shove him off, he leaned in close, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his heat, the rough denim of his shirt against her bare back, his jeans through the thin material covering her ass. She could smell his masculine scent of sweat, horse, and summer wind.
“Now what are you in the mood for, Nicole Landford?” he asked in a low rumble that vibrated throughout her body and made the hairs on her nape stand on end. A thrill zipped straight to her belly.
Alex Grand had tripped her trigger.
“Not you.” She slumped forward, buried her face in her arms on the trunk lid, and her words came out muffled. “I don’t care. Not you. Not in a million years. Oh, shit.”
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