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LOGAN'S LESSONS Sunset Cowboys #2
Jaelynn-Sue Murphy has a dilemma and less than a week to find the solution. Little does she realize her answer is dancing in front of her, clad in drool-worthy Wranglers and cowboy boots, doing a bump and grind that sends her hormones on a bucking ride to Happy Land. Teaching line dancing to a barroom of eager couples isn't the way Logan Cartwright planned to spend his evenings. An ailing father, family obligations at the ranch, and a failed engagement landed him on the dance floor at the Double Horn Saloon. Funny thing is he enjoys the hell out of it! He has a real talent for taking old line dancing favorites, sexing them up, and turning them hot, hot, hot. When his dream cowgirl saunters into Sunset, his brain conjures up all sorts of lessons he can't wait to teach her, including how to stay in his life forever. |
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4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "At first, I thought, oh, this was going to be a book mostly about sex and nothing much more. Boy was I wrong. This book held a passion that would make a grown man or woman cry. This story shows the heart of family; what one has to give up for family. Only in the end to find where you are is exactly where you want to be. The hero and heroine in this book are two very strong characters. Jaelynn is a woman with strength, and the need to be loved by the right man. I like that fact that Jaelynn had her own bumps in the road. This made her more real to the reader. Logan is the male presence in this book. He will hold you captive with his good cowboy nature, and stir your body with his passion. I really liked the feel of Logan's character. His story comes through strong but not overwhelming. Logan's Lessons, book two in the Sunset Cowboy series, is a story filled with a lot of heart. Come read Logan and Jaelynn's story and see if Logan can lasso Jaelynn's heart. Or will Jaelynn show this cowboy he's not the only one who knows how to work a lasso? Tonya Ramagos is sugar and spice and everything oh so naughty. She writes with a HOT pen that will leave her readers breathless." -- Deb, Dark Diva Reviews |
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ADULT EXCERPT "I've never stripped for anyone like this before." Her voice took on the tone of smooth Southern honey, and he felt himself drowning in the sticky sweet essence. "I thought you should know that." Logan gulped, his gaze following her fingers as they dipped inside the lace, traveled along the front edge and then eased it down to reveal more wickedly tempting flesh. "I'm honored to be the first." Her head came up, and she met his gaze, a world of emotions swirling in the depths of her eyes. "You know, Mr. Cartwright, I'm inclined to believe you mean that." "Oh, baby, I do." She peeled her panties down her hips and thighs. Logan's breath came out on a whoosh. "Sweet Heaven." He actually felt faint as his gaze landed on the smooth bare flesh of her pussy. Not a single hair covered her pouty lips. His concerns shifted as did what he wanted. "Kick off those boots and jeans and come to me, darlin'." He moved to the padded bench seat sofa but didn't sit down. Instead, he waited for her to join him and then yanked her into his arms. He took her mouth in a kiss that was savage and hungry, a primal demand that poured from his body without any thought of holding back. He needed to taste her, had to, or he would go mad from the desire. But her mouth wasn't the only thing he needed to feed from. His hands moved to her sides, guiding her down to sit on the edge of the sofa. He kneeled in front of her. "Spread your legs for me, sugar. It's my turn to taste." The sounds she made, soft little whimpering sounds of unadulterated pleasure, as his mouth closed over the tender flesh of her pussy went straight to his head…both of them. His mind scrambled, and his cock gave a spasm just this side of pain. He ignored both in favor of the best delicacy he'd ever tasted. "So warm," he whispered against her folds. "So wet. Jesus, sweetheart, you're nearly dripping with it. I have to taste it. I have to drink." * * * * Like she had any intentions of stopping him. Hell, no. Jaelynn's head fell back on the sofa, her hands finding purchase in his hair as his tongue slipped between her sodden folds. It felt like a feather gliding over the most sensitive flesh of her body, his tongue a silky strip of warmth to her already flaming need. Her hips came off the sofa at the first plunge of his tongue into her aching channel. "Logan!" His name felt wrenched from her throat as the onslaught of rapturous pleasure swamped her. Her legs attempted to close around his face of their own accord, but he put his palms on her inner thighs and held them spread as he worked the tender flesh of her inner channel. His tongue thrust inside her, circling, lapping, and drinking at her juices even as his actions caused her body to produce more. He angled his shoulders between her thighs, using them to hold her legs open as his hands joined his tongue. He found the swollen bud of her clit with the pad of his thumb, circling it in a pressured massage that nearly made her come. She was close, so very close, but she didn't want it to end yet. "Please." Her shameless plea came on breathless cry. He drew back only enough to catch one of her pussy lips between his lips, the delicate nip an erotic slice of ecstasy. "You taste so good, so thick and sweet. Come for me, Jaelynn." "No," she gasped as he drove his tongue inside her opening. "I want you inside me when I come." "Oh, baby, I will be." He leaned back, his lips set in a cocky smirk even as he replaced his tongue in her channel with two fingers. She writhed against his hand. "Do you think I'm only good for one time, one orgasm?" Jaelynn didn't say anything to that. He wouldn't be the first man she'd had sex with who'd only shown her one release. Hell, sometimes if she achieved even that she considered herself lucky. She would be lucky with Logan Cartwright. She'd known it almost the moment he first touched her. The way her body responded to the simplest brush of his cock against her thigh back at the bar had barely fallen short of full-blown orgasmic bliss. Pleasure stood now only a lick away, and the foggy gleam of sexual awareness in his eyes promised it wouldn't be the last. "You better not be," she finally told him and watched his too sexy glistening lips curve into an amused grin. He stole what remained of her breath with a movement of the two fingers still inside her and sent her galloping through the surf of a vicious orgasmic ocean. She came in a blinding rush, her hands balling into fists, one in the sofa cover and the other in his hair. The release ruled her body, the pleasure tearing out of her in spasm after spasm of white-hot relief. "That's it, darlin'. Jesus, that's amazing." Somewhere among the ringing in her ears, Jaelynn heard his quiet voice, caught the amazement mixing with the desire in his tone. Then she felt his lips on her once more, closing over her pussy, his tongue dipping between her pulsing folds to join his fingers in a drinking dance that gave her insurmountable ecstasy. Slurping sounds permeated the air, mingling with the cries slipping from her throat, drawing low guttural groans of male appreciation from him as he devoured her, drank her dry. |
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