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KEEPING TARYN'S COWBOYS Sunset Cowboys #3 Eight years ago Royce convinced himself sweet, innocent Taryn wasn't ready for the rough, controlling sex he and Clint crave. Now days the blond spitfire is taking care of business and dialing their number. But the first touch leaves Royce wondering if they're ready for her. Clint has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on Taryn. One night and he'll know the feel of taming the defiance simmering in her eyes. When she tumbles into his arms, he's got her where he wants her. So why does he feel like a caught man? Taryn waited eight years to go after what she wants. She kept her distance from the Shelton brother's, biding her time for the right moment to toss her rope. Lassoing the pair of rugged cowboys for a night of pleasure bucking the edge of erotic madness is easy. Keeping them is when the fun begins. |
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5 Stars: Taryn will do whatever it takes to get her cowboys, Clint and Royce. Clint and Royce share women, and she wants to be right between the two of them. The cat-and-mouse chase is quite erotic. There is a lot of spanking in this book. This is possibly the hottest spanking book I have read. There is anal sex, too. -- BookReviewsRUs.com 4 Stars: This was a really fun and enjoyable read. I couldn't put it down until I was done. Finding out just how Taryn was going to get those brothers to see the light was a must! The plot, while short, was well developed. The dialogue was great, and had me chuckling more than once. The chemistry between Taryn and Clint and Royce was palpable. And when they finally did come together it was explosive--erotic and sensual without being trashy. KEEPING TARYN'S COWBOYS is an enjoyable read with a saucy heroine, hunky alpha cowboys, a well-developed plot, funny dialogue, and immense sexuality. It all came together in a way that had me caught up in my kindle. I had a good time reading, and I'm looking forward to catching up on the rest of the series. -- The Romance Reviews 4 Stars: Dynamic story of Taryn who finally decides it is time to get her men, whether they want it or not. I enjoyed the matching of the wits and sass that cause a stir in the air between Taryn, Royce, and Clint, there are definitely some fireworks there. Great story, the third in the Sunset Cowboys series by Tonya Ramagos. -- eCataRomance.com 3 1/2 Hearts: As always, there is plenty to enjoy in Tonya Ramagos' latest bunch of hot hunks and sweet (but sassy) gals. Royce and Clint are both dominant alphas, each with his own style -- Clint is very aggressive, physical, pretty rough; Royce is a thinker and planner, quietly immovable. Taryn is more than a match for them -- funny and fiery, impulsive, but still a good strategist. Watching them duck and shuffle, but inexorably go under and willingly give up their wild bachelor ways, is entertaining and satisfying. This is Tonya Ramagos' third installment in her Sunset Cowboys series, and it has all her trademarks in spades -- alpha hunks, a feisty heroine, and steamy play, both verbal and physical. Ms. Ramagos does a good job of introducing the players, setting the scene, and developing the action. Although this is part of a series, it reads just fine as a stand alone, and makes a fast, fun and smoking hot read. 3 Cups: Keeping Taryn’s Cowboys is a well written novel that has a strong plotline. I thought the way Ms. Ramagos has Taryn first holding a grudge, then asking for their “help”, and finally going for what she wants just added to this spicy novel. The sex keeps you achy and wanting more. And who does not love a novel that includes two gorgeous men and one very lucky lady? This yummy read was a delightfully wicked tale that oozes sensuality and screams hot, kinky, sex. -- CoffeeTimeRomance This short book packs a powerful, naughty punch. I recommend it! |
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ADULT EXCERPT “I like this look on you.” Sheer male appreciation sounded in Clint’s husky tone. “Shows how sexy you really are beneath the ranch clothes. Makes me wonder how much sexier you are inside these jeans, too. Are you hiding a treat for us there, too?” Royce chose that moment to finally break the kiss, pulling back slowly to stare down at her through heavy-lidded eyes. Handsome didn’t begin to describe the man with his brown curls teasing his brows, the perpetual five o’clock shadow he maintained to hide the scar running along the curve of his jaw. The intensity and desire in his expression only enhanced his chiseled features, rendering her no hope of recapturing her breath after the mind-consuming kiss. “Why don’t you find out?” She didn’t know where she found the wherewithal to issue the challenge but figured she couldn’t ask for a better response than the spark of pure male pride in Royce’s eyes. That is until his hand cupping her breast started to glide down her abdomen. “I believe I’ll do just that.” His splayed hand covered her slender frame, the heat of his touch burning through the silk of her camisole to send her body reeling in its need for skin-to-skin attention. He released her head, tracing her lobe with the tip of one finger before skimming it down the side of her neck, following the path Clint’s kisses left tingling. Finally free to move her head, she turned to find Clint’s gaze boring down on her, a cocky smile toying with the corners of his glistening lips. He watched her, unspeaking as he slowly lowered his thigh from between her legs. The absence of pressure to her aching pussy had her hips bucking to chase after it, to draw it back. The cocky smile bloomed to a devilish grin, a gruff laugh accompanying it as his hand closed around her hip, stilling her thrusts. “Patience, darlin’,” he drawled. She felt the knot of her shirt work free, shivered as a hand delved beneath the camisole, knuckles tickling up her front. The hand on the downward slide to the waistband of her jeans continued, large fingers yanking the button loose, tugging down the zipper. “As you can see, Royce is about to give you something so much better to grind against.” Taryn couldn’t see it, but she could damn sure feel it. The rough tips of Royce’s fingers danced along the elastic band of her panties. The length of those fingers pushed beneath the material and buried in her intimate curls. Hands worked at her sides, Royce’s free hand and Clint’s, she realized with the part of her mind scrambling to keep track. Together, the men tugged her jeans down her hips, affording Royce with the ease he needed to push the final fraction home between her legs. One impossibly long, deliciously coarse finger slipped between her sodden folds. Taryn couldn’t say for sure who moaned the loudest, herself or Royce as his hand stilled and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. “Christ, she’s wet.” Royce’s words came on a growl that rumbled from low in his throat and sent a sliver of excited apprehension racing down Taryn’s spine. She never heard him sound so animalistic, so primal. “It’s like sinking my finger into a jar of molasses, thick and warm. She’s drenching my fingers already, and I haven’t even gotten inside her yet.” Taryn opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed, peered at Clint through the narrow slits. She didn’t lift her head from Royce’s shoulder. She couldn’t find the strength. Her hands found purchase on their bodies, one fisting Clint’s shirt on his broad shoulder, the other turning to grip the back of Royce’s thigh. She wanted to fist more, to grip more. She wanted to touch them, taste them as they did her. Clint’s skimming hand pushed her camisole up, baring her breasts. His head dipped, gaze remaining locked with hers beneath his lashes as he licked one taut nipple into his mouth and sent her body bucking once more. He didn’t tease, didn’t caress. He bit, sucked, plucked with his lips, and created a zing of pleasurable pain that bolted straight from her nipple to her pulsing clit. “Ah, God, Clint!” Taryn’s head lolled on Royce’s shoulder, her breast thrusting into Clint’s mouth even as her hips gyrated in search for more of Royce’s touch. “Royce.” She hissed his name through her teeth as Clint delivered a sharper bite to her tortured nipple. “Like that, baby?” Royce’s hand angled between her legs. His finger drove into her flaming channel, wiggled, explored, but he kept the base of his palm away from her clit. “Tell us, Taryn. Do you like it rough? Do you like the way your body burns, convulses uncontrollably, clouds the line between pain and pleasure?” “Yes.” She loved it! She wanted more, wanted everything they would do to her and then some. Pressure built in her womb. Her clit pulsed. Her inner muscles gripped at Royce’s questing finger. The electric burn Clint started at her breasts blazed out of control, igniting a desire in her so carnal and naughty she couldn’t define it, let alone prevent it from eliciting the plea from her lips. “Please.” “That’s it, darlin’,” Clint said around her nipple. “Beg for us. Beg Royce to fuck that pussy, for me to pleasure these breasts. You taste so delicious, Taryn, like a peach that’s been waiting for me out in the sun.” She probably would have. Jesus knew she teetered on the verge of crying for them to do everything Clint asked of her. The orgasm built inside her, clawed through her channel like a tortured animal seeing freedom. Her breasts tingled, nipples throbbing in a fantastical pain she never before experienced. Then Royce’s hand flattened on her pussy, another finger joining the first as the heel of his palm pressed to her clit. “Yes,” she said again, the breath leaving her as tears of sheer emotional overload filled her vision. She caught sight of Clint as he gazed up at her, mouth locked around one breast. Something about the look in his eyes and the position of Royce’s neck against her head told her the brothers exchanged a wordless communication in that instant she couldn’t define. |
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