02 Buck Naked

by Desiree Holt

  “Oh, Buck.” She shook her head “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

  “Seems like I’ve already done it.” He couldn’t keep the bitter edge from his voice.

  She turned and stared up at him. “No, I think I’m the one who did it.” She twisted her hands together, but he could still see they trembled.

  “What’s going on here, Amy? Why are you here? You couldn’t get away from me fast enough at the hotel.”

  She blew out a breath. “You were wrong not to tell me your story, and I was wrong not to ask you for the real truth. I knew there had to be some reason you kept sending me mixed signals. Why didn’t you just let me know what had happened to you?”

  “It’s not an easy story to tell, Amy. And I was afraid how you’d take it. I figured after we got to know each other a lot better, it would be easier for you to hear.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “Anyway, I wasn’t sure you’d believe me. Matt did, but I also know he checked everything out. Which I expected him to do. Then I guess I hoped he’d be the one to give you the news.”

  “Coward.”

  He looked up and saw pain in her eyes.

  “Did you think so little of me that you expected me to run away? Not to believe you?”

  “It’s not a pretty story,” he pointed out. “Why would I think you’d believe me? More to the point, you didn’t. Did you.”

  “No, it isn’t,” she agreed. “But I can see now that you put it all behind you and worked to make something of your life. That’s the really important part. And I’m sorry I ran away like a frightened, angry child instead of the adult I like to think I am. Maybe Matt was right that I need help in making choices.”

  Buck studied her face, her eyes, seeing nothing there but honesty and truth and…something else that made his heart catch.

  “Did he give you grief about seeing me? I thought he wanted us to get together.”

  “Yes, and he did. But I think he wanted to be sure I knew my own mind.” She dropped her gaze. “I haven’t made the best choices lately in my relationships.”

  “And you thought that applied to me too, when you heard my story.”

  “Only at first. I had a stupid, knee-jerk reaction. But you’re right. I should have given you a chance to explain.” She brushed impatiently at a tear tracking down her cheek. “Can you forgive me? Please?”

  “If you can forgive me for not telling you everything in the first place.”

  They stared at each other in silence for a long moment.

  “So now what happens?” he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

  “This is what happens first.” She grabbed the bottle of bourbon, opened it and poured the contents down the sink.

  “Hey. I could have returned that to get my money back.”

  She stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “This way was better. It’s symbolic.”

  “And what’s next?”

  “Next,” she told him, standing on tiptoe to wind her arms around his neck, “you take me to bed where we can make a fresh new start. Where you can show me just how much I really mean to you.”

  He lifted her in his arms, his heart suddenly lighter “Baby, it will be my very great pleasure.”

  About the Author

  Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy-metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

  You can find her at www.desireeholt.com and www.desireeholttellsall.com.

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  Naked Cowboys

  Stark Naked

  Naked is nice. But Stark naked is definitely more fun…

  Stark Naked

  © 2011 Desiree Holt

  Reenie Davenport learned the hard way that men are cheating, promotion-thieving poison. A month after making a fresh start in Texas, she looks forward to taking a breather at her old college friend Amy’s family ranch. Instead, she’s left breathless when Amy’s very drunk, very sexy, very naked brother lands at her feet. Even as she hardens her heart, a small part of her wishes that quickly tossed towel would shift…just a little.

  When Matt Stark shows up at Reenie’s door to apologize, he can barely squeeze a word past her emotional barriers. Suddenly nothing else matters except convincing her not all men are clones of her ex. Sweet-talking her into lunch is only the beginning.

  One touch, and boom! Much to Reenie’s dismay, lunch ends in a hot, flaming dessert—in her bed. Shutting Matt out isn’t as easy as simply blowing out a match. Especially since this cowboy is equally determined to unlock her heart.

  Warning: Contains graphic and explicit, hot nekkid cowboy lovin’.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Stark Naked:

  “So, remember me?”

  Reenie felt a smile trying to break out and did her best to squelch it. She let her eyes travel down the length of his body and back up again.

  “I don’t know. Take off your clothes and I’ll let you know.”

  It was the first time she’d ever seen a man blush. Even his ears turned red. His mouth opened but nothing came out. She was about to lose the battle with the smile.

  He cleared his throat. “Okay. I deserve that. And more.”

  He swallowed and her eyes were glued to the flex of the muscles in his throat. Even that movement was sexy. The man was damn near lethal, and a definite danger to her in her present no-men state. She could have eased up on him but she was fascinated to see what he’d say or do next, so she just stood in the door and watched him.

  He tilted his head slightly. “I admit that wasn’t my finest moment, but I’m trying to make up for it here. Should I get down on my knees? Grovel?” His grin was wicked. “Lick your feet? Or any other part of your body?”

  Reenie couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing. Matt Stark was incorrigible. She wondered if he ever thought about anything besides sex and cattle.

  He took off his sunglasses and despite being bloodshot his eyes had that same hot look. “Listen. I really did come to make a sincere apology, Reenie. My behavior last night was, well, reprehensible.”

  “Ooh. Reprehensible.” She fanned herself with the dust cloth. “Big words too.” She tilted her head, studying him, wondering why she hadn’t just slammed the door in his face. “I was thinking more like disgusting. Although I do have to say Texas hospitality is very unusual. I don’t think I’ve ever been greeted by a naked drunk.”

  “And I don’t usually greet guests at Stark Ranch that way.” He rubbed his jaw. “My only excuse is the deal I closed yesterday was enormous financially. The beef market’s been a little unstable and I have a very large operation to support.” He lifted his hands. “So, big celebration. Too much booze, too little common sense.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “That’s not my style. Really. I respect women and certainly try never to do anything to embarrass my sister and her friends. Come on, Reenie.” His mouth curved in a boyish little grin. “I’m still the same guy you met when you and Amy were roommates.”

  “Not hardly.”

  He held up a hand. “I swear to you. So how about a second chance here?”

  I should just accept his damn apology, slam the door and go about my business. What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I?

  “Okay. Apology accepted. Scram.”


  She would have closed the door if he hadn’t reached out a hand and pressed it open.

  “Hey. Wait a minute. How polite is that? A guy comes to say he’s sorry and you kick him to the curb?”

  She sighed, not bothering to conceal her exasperation. “No offense, but I’ve had my fill of guys like you. So, have a nice life. Bye.”

  “Guys like me?” He was still blocking the door, preventing her from closing it. “You mean ranchers?”

  “Ha ha. Very funny. I mean men who collect women. Who should be branded with an A for arrogant.” Her smile was almost a sneer. “Or for asshole. Take your pick. Just leave me alone.”

  “Look. Reenie. I’m not going away until I convince you I’m really a nice guy.”

  “I guess you’ll be spending a lot of time on the doorstep then.”

  But he went right on as if she hadn’t said a word. “So could we pretend it never happened and start all over again?” He held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Matt Stark. You and my sister, Amy, roomed together in college, remember? Nice to see you again.”

  How could you stay mad at a guy like this? She pushed thoughts of Asshole Aaron out of her mind and actually found herself smiling. Matt was just impossible. And unfortunately, impossibly sexy. The kick of lust she’d felt when she’d seen him naked surged back in full force. Damn it anyway, she didn’t need another alpha male screwing up her life. But somehow his determination got to her. Okay, she’d play nice and send him on his way.

  “Hi.” She took his hand. “Reenie Davenport. Nice to meet you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have things to do.”

  And I have to get away from you before I do or say something stupid.

  But he wasn’t budging. His gaze flicked to the dust cloth. “Like cleaning your house? That your idea of fun on a Saturday? Anyway, how dirty can it be? You just moved in.”

  Reenie lifted her chin. “I like to keep a clean house.”

  He grinned. “God. You sound just like June Cleaver.”

  Heat crept up her cheeks. She wanted to pull her T-shirt over her face but that didn’t seem to be too practical. “At least June Cleaver didn’t have naked men falling at her feet.”

  The words popped out of her mouth as if her brain had disconnected. Holy hell.

  Matt cleared his throat, and Reenie wondered how such a simple sound could be so sexy. At least the part of her brain still functioning wondered. The rest of it seemed not to belong to her anymore. Even Asshole Aaron—and what a great name for him that was—had never had her this revved up. What the hell was the matter with her?

  “Let me try this again,” he said. “I probably should have brought flowers and chocolates. So let me just say that I’m humbly sorry for making an ass of myself and embarrassing you last night. Instead of flowers and chocolates I was wondering if I could take you out to lunch.” His mouth kicked up in that grin again. “I promise to be a gentleman and keep my clothes on.”

  Seeking sanctuary could be the hottest mistake she ever made.

  Laying Down the Law

  © 2012 Delilah Devlin

  The TripleHorn Brand, Book 1

  A lifetime ago, Zuri Prescott kicked the dirt off her boots and ditched her small-time small town for the glam city life—and lived to regret it. When she’s framed for a bank job, she lights out for home, seeking refuge with her old high school sweetheart while she figures out her next steps. Only she discovers that the boy she left behind is the last man she should trust.

  Sheriff Colt Triplehorn knows trouble when he sees it, especially when it comes in the form of a familiar trespasser, caught naked between an angry bull and her underwear. Sure she’s up to her usual no good, he grants her sanctuary at his ranch—the better to keep an eye on her, and purge her from his system once and for all.

  Reconnection is sweet and hot, but the heat can’t hide the truth. When Colt inevitably finds out the truth, it’s too late to put the fire out, and he’s got a career-compromising choice on his hands. Follow the letter of the law, or follow his heart.

  Warning: When a sheriff captures the girl who got away, expect revenge so hot it leaves brands on two lonely hearts...

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Laying Down the Law:

  Zuri bit back a complaint, wishing he’d quit hovering because he was keeping her on edge. But when he didn’t budge, she dragged her feet to the bed, scooped up the wash-softened cotton and turned toward the bathroom.

  “Uh uh,” he said, tsking softly. “My house. My clothes. My rules.”

  She glanced over her shoulder, not knowing if she’d heard him right, but that same hard challenge he’d issued when he’d demanded the kiss was stamped all over his granite features.

  She knew she ought to ignore him and lock herself into the bathroom to dress and gather her scattered wits, but the underlying tension riding the edge of his jaw excited her.

  Colt had never been this dominating…except when they had sex. She’d loved it then. Her body seemed to crave it now. Heat bloomed again, winding around her core. A delicious little thrill accelerated her heartbeats.

  Without a saying a word, she walked back to the bed and tossed down the clothing. Then keeping her gaze glued to his, she slowly untied the belt and let the robe fall open. With a sexy shrug, she let it slide off her shoulders and pool behind her on the floor.

  Colt blinked first. His gaze trailed downward. His throat worked around a tense swallow, and Zuri couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He might think he was in charge, but she knew better. Colt liked what he saw.

  His quickening breaths were the first clue. The curving of his fists the second. When he opened his stance, just a few inches, she nearly crowed.

  Reaching for the cotton pants, she wished she had something sexier to slide inside, then wondered if she’d lost her good sense to think that way. She had enough problems on her plate. But how could she dress and prevent him seeing what this was doing to her? Bending and opening her legs to step into the sweatpants made her feel vulnerable, exposed in a way that just standing there naked hadn’t. “I don’t understand you, or why you’re doin’ this.”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “I guess that’s true. It’s been a long time.”

  “You didn’t know me then.”

  She pulled the pants upward, over the curve of her bottom, feeling a little less off-center now that her lower half was hidden from his view. The waist of the pants settled on her hips and she rolled the band to gather up the excess fabric. “Guess that’ll have to do,” she muttered.

  As she dragged the T-shirt over her head, she reminded herself why she was here. Definitely not to play games with her ex-boyfriend. She needed a safe place to stay. And she needed to keep Colt clueless until she had a chance to find her car and get rid of the damning evidence before the police found it. Her story might sound a little more believable then.

  When she’d pulled the fabric down, fully covering her body, only then did she raise her glance to Colt’s again.

  His brows pulled together. “Gonna tell me what’s going on? Why you’re here?”

  “I’m a little hungry,” she said, knowing her attempt to stall was completely transparent. “I don’t suppose I could eat first?”

  Colt dropped his fists and stepped closer, forcing her chin higher to hold his steady gaze. “If you’re in trouble…”

  What? He’d help? She didn’t think so. Colt appeared to be the same inflexible cowboy. He’d always judged a person’s actions as either black or white, right or wrong. No interesting muddying of the colors accepted. She’d forgotten that about him.

  She pondered telling him part of the tale, but worried he’d use what he learned to play with her some more. He seemed to like that fact he held the reins.

  Zuri licked her lips. “I need a place to stay. Just for a little while.”

  His gray eyes, once so warm and open, narrowed. A muscle flexed alongside his jaw.

  She waited him out, kn
owing he wasn’t satisfied with her response. The longer the moment stretched between them, the more uncomfortable she grew. Still holding his steady gaze, she shifted her bare feet, supremely conscious of the fact she wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear and that his clothing, while freshly laundered, still carried the hint of his unique scent. She was at his mercy. Completely.

  Colt inhaled deeply, and then issued a soft, masculine grunt. He reached down and closed his hand around hers, then tugged her closer to the bed. He sat on the edge, staring at their hands before he looked up. “If you stay…you’ll sleep here,” he said, his voice tense and ragged.

  Zuri wet her lips with her tongue because her mouth had suddenly gone dry. What he proposed sounded both so…wrong, yet incredibly tempting. She couldn’t get words past her tightening throat. If she could have, she didn’t know whether she would have told him to go to hell or given him a breathless yes. Instead, she squeezed his fingers.

  So many thoughts swirled in her mind. Their past, her impossibly complicated present. It sounded so simple. She’d sleep beside him. Make love with him. Maybe she’d even find out that her memories of their being together were painted in rosy hues because she’d been younger, and he’d been her first.

  Perhaps in exchange he’d give her clothes and money so that she could make a graceful exit.

  Zuri crowded closer to his knees, tilting her chin.

  Colt’s lips curved slightly at the corners, and although his gaze remained narrow, he scooted back.

  She climbed over his lap, facing him, her thighs sliding over the outside of his, not saying a word, following her instincts although they’d led her down treacherous paths before. She slipped her hand alongside his neck, felt the heavy thrum of his pulse and bent down, her mouth hovering above his. “Think you can keep this uncomplicated, cowboy?”

  A deep, throaty groan seeped between his lips, and she leaned into him, settling over the ridge throbbing beneath the placket of his jeans. She could do this. She could take what she wanted from him without losing her heart again. It was just sex.