I am interrupting your viewing of fine cowboy flesh, to offer up a little excerpt of Delilah’s Downfall. It is already blazing up the charts at Bookstrand, now number 12 on the best seller list, woo hoo! And, thanks to the release, I have hit the best selling author list again:)
I promise, there is one more day of cowboys coming, sort of a finale for ya, but here is a tidbit of Delilah.
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Delilah Gonzales loves cowboys. She has from very early in her life. But, those in her hometown didn’t show much interest, or respect, so she has sworn them off. Plus, she always seems to fall head over heels for them and they always seem to leave. That’s before she gets hired as the Bartlett Ranch’s cook and housekeeper. When she is faced with not one, but four, gorgeous brothers, she finds herself reevaluating her cowboy ban.
The Bartlett Brothers have been looking for a woman for all them. They each have different needs, wants, and Delilah seems to be the one to fill them all. It doesn’t take long before they have her in their bed. But, when she is faced with choosing them over her family, will she stand up to her overbearing brothers, or leave the brothers with broken hearts?
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“I tell you we shouldn’t wait,” Jessie said. She wasn’t exactly sure how she knew so easily which twin was which by his voice, but it was an instant recognition on her part. The lazy way he talked was different from the gentle, but quick words of his twin.
Justin snorted. “Yeah, that would be great. You hire someone and immediately ask her—a woman living with four men—if she’s into group sex.”
She almost dropped the basket. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt all the moisture in her mouth dry up.
“I say she is.”
“Whether or not she is, you don’t jump her the day she shows up,” Justin said, aggravation threading his voice.
“It’s the day after.”
She could hear the laughter in Jessie’s voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. This, too, was familiar to her. A girl didn’t grow up with three brothers and not hear this type of arguing.
“Listen, standing here and talking about it isn’t going to help any. Hell, the truth of the matter is, it is making it worse,” Justin said.
“Tell me about it. Of course, you didn’t smell her or touch her.”
“You brought that on yourself.” Justin paused. “What was she like?”
“Hmm…Damn, she smelled of heaven…and that flower Mom liked.”
Lavender. It was one of her favorite scents. She even had a pot of it growing on her balcony back in San Antonio.
Both of their voices had deepened, and her body responded. Her nipples beaded against her cotton bra, her pussy clenched, her thighs quivered. This was not good. Not only was she getting turned on by two men she shouldn’t be sleeping with, she had just arrived. Spying on the bosses was not a good idea, and that was exactly what she was doing.
“I can just imagine what she wears under those jeans,” Jessie said, his voice deepening over the words. “I’m saying a thong from what I could tell.”
Oh, gawd, they were going to drive her insane.
“I have a feeling she likes to be taken from behind,” Justin said. The arousal was easy to hear in his voice.
She needed to put a stop to this. Listening to them had her too turned on, and she wasn’t far from walking in there, dropping onto her knees, and begging to suck their cocks. With a deep breath, she steadied her nerves and stepped into the barn.
With a bright smile, she said, “Good afternoon.”
They were in the back of the barn, shoveling hay. Both their heads whipped around, their feral expressions almost as identical as their looks . Then she noticed that neither of them wore a shirt. Perspiration rolled down their torsos, leaving their flesh slick and shiny.
“Hey, Delilah,” Justin said as he set his pitchfork against the wall and walked toward her. “What’cha got there?”
For a second, she didn’t respond. Her tongue had tied in so many knots all she could do was watch him approach her. His hair was damp and curling at the ends. The scent of male exertion surrounded her.
“Delilah?” Justin asked.
“What? Oh.” She felt heat fill her face as she glanced down at the basket. “I made lunch.”
Jessie joined his twin, and she tried not to ogle them too much, but she was only human. Their muscle definition was just about the same: strong pecs and six-pack abs you could bounce a quarter off of, only Jessie had a tattoo on his upper arm. Inwardly she sighed. Real cowboys were her downfall. They worked and lived hard, but damn if all that hard work didn’t give them the body of a god.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Justin said as he took the burden of the heavy basket from her and set it on a bale of hay.
“I know, but I thought that maybe y’all might be hungry.”
He opened the basket and whistled. “I’m not sure if either of us is this hungry.”
She laughed. “No. Some of it is for Mason and Shane. Do you know where they are?”
Jessie nodded. “Yeah. They went north today. We had some fencing down.”
“Can you give me directions?”
“I can take you,” Justin said. His offer earned him a surprised look from his brother, but he seemed oblivious.
Time spent alone in the cab of a pickup with a hot, sweaty, sexy man? That was not a good idea, but she didn’t know how to say no. He was smiling at her, his eyes lighted with interest, and she heard herself saying, “Sure.”