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Excerpt: Fool’s Gold by Cassandra Dean

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Fool's Gold by Cassandra Dean

Fool’s Gold

Western Escape, Book 12
Diamond Series, Book 2
by Cassandra Dean

Decadent Publishing

eBook ISBN: 9781613334386

Christmas in Freewill

Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.

Ethan Garrett has a powerful need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous redheaded singer scowls at him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t stop to think on how his ire at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to spend some time in her company.

When a blizzard storms in, trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or discover their irritation disguises something more?

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Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood

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Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood

Gambling On A Secret

Colton Gamblers, Book 1
by Sara Walter Ellwood

Lyrical Press

eBook ISBN: 9781616504434

When runaway-turned-heiress Charli Monroe asks Dylan Quinn, the town drunk and former Special Forces commander, to help her rebuild her Texas ranch, she finds her life and her heart in danger. Commitment-phobic, Dylan is attracted to Charli, but can he protect her long enough to ask her to build a future with him?

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Arresting Love by Silvia Violet

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Arresting Love by Silvia Violet

Arresting Love

Wild R Farm, Book 2
by Silvia Violet

Silvia Violet Books

eBook ISBN: 9781301558759

Billy Lawson wants to find true love, but he’s just about given up hope when he meets Levi, a wounded shifter who needs his help. Levi might be the one, but first Billy must save him from his dangerous past.

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Soldier, Come Home by Jane Leopold Quinn

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Soldier, Come Home by Jane Leopold Quinn

Soldier, Come Home

by Jane Leopold Quinn

eBook ASIN: B00AKHVB0G

Army Ranger Jess Crofton doesn’t plan on one last fling before deployment. He gets that with memories of Lorren Samples to carry with him into battle. Can a long deployment, a horrific Afghan mountain battle, and a wounded hero rekindle the passion he found on a hot Chicago summer’s day?

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Bound For The Holidays by Mackenzie McKade

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Bound For The Holidays by Mackenzie McKade

Bound For The Holidays
Ties That Bind, Book 1
by Mackenzie McKade

Samhain Publishing

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59998-387-5
Print ISBN: 978-1-60504-298-5

Angela Clarke finds herself bound for the holidays, literally. Not by one, but two gorgeous men—a powerful executive and one sexy cowboy.

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Second Chance Christmas by Mackenzie McKade

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Second Chance Christmas by Mackenzie McKade

Second Chance Christmas
The Perfect Gift Anthology
by Mackenzie McKade

Samhain Publishing

eBook ISBN: 9781599987118
Print ISBN: 9781599986616

They say cowboys don’t cry… Apparently they don’t forgive and forget either. After four years, Lori Dayton is returning to Safford, Arizona to spend Christmas with her family and face her past. She has reservations about seeing Dean Wilcox again. But time hasn’t changed her. She still loves Dean more than ever.

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Shotgun Relations by Ann Jacobs

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Shotgun Relations
Caden Kink, Book 2
by Ann Jacobs

Ellora’s Cave

eBook ISBN: 9781419939235

Jack Duval, country lawyer and bastard son of the Caden patriarch, first discovers rancher Liz Wolfe when he goes after her to spite his father. Soon, though, he learns she’s the submissive partner of his wildest fantasies.

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Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker by Mickie Sherwood

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Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker by Mickie Sherwood

Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker
by Mickie Sherwood

Siren-Bookstrand

eBook ISBN: 9781622415106

Will their burgeoning relationship ignite more fireworks than the upcoming Fourth of July celebration? Or will the sparks of six nights and seven days of summertime sizzle—fizzle to an end?

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Intimate Seductions by Nicole Morgan

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Intimate Seductions by Nicole Morgan

Intimate Seductions
Intimate Temptations, Book 3
by Nicole Morgan

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-62241-271-6

Warren has already broke Amber’s heart once, but tragedy strikes and thrusts the two back together again. Will he give into his desires? Or will he let go even though he’s never known a seduction as intimate and sweet as hers?

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Disorder in the House by Karen Mercury

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Disorder in the House
How the West Was Done, Book 2
by Karen Mercury

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-61926-795-4

Levi Colter is the new agent at Laramie’s fort. Private Garrett O’Rourke seems to know too much—that Levi’s predecessor Shady has killed an Indian chief. The men unite when a “talking board” warns them to protect Liberty Hudson. Their love is cemented by lessons from an Oriental love manuscript.

Chapter One

May, 1868
Laramie City, Dakota Territory
The day the first train came into Laramie City was the day Liberty Hudson nearly had sex with Levi Colter.
To start with, the train was a monumental enough event. Fireworks streaming past the train windows and a rickety band blaring “The Yellow Rose of Texas” heralded the arrival of the Union Pacific train at the end of the track. This freight brought crossties, plows, and tents, mostly for the warehouses of Liberty’s father, Simon Hudson, allegedly the wealthiest man in Laramie City. The second- and third-class cars were jammed with gamblers waving little flags and bawdy prairie flowers waving unmentionables, but Liberty had purchased a first-class ticket.
Thrilled to ride on the first train to ever lay track this far west, Liberty had made an uncustomary splurge on this fancy ticket. It was invigorating to chug along in the fancy railcar decorated in burgundy and gold leaf, savoring the sense of freedom the open plains displayed to her.
She first laid eyes on Levi—of course, she didn’t know that was his name back then—when she decided to go to the necessary. She had needed to piss for a while but didn’t feel like walking back there when the train was going over the dizzying new Dale Creek Bridge. The train swayed on the wooden timbers a hundred feet over the enormous chasm, seemingly floating in midair, and Liberty clutched the armrest of her seat. She had never been anywhere this terrifying in her thirty-two years. Engineers slowed the train to a crawl, but even then, passengers leaning out of windows reported that some boxcars looked about to tumble into the gorge.
But she’d come west for adventure, and she really had to find the necessary once the train was shooting downhill safely past the bridge. Panting with excitement, Liberty wended her way down the center of the car, jostled from every angle by arm-waving rowdies reeking like a trash barge. She held her breath, highly annoyed to be shoved directly into the chest of one such shiftless loafer, but she looked up into the most stunning, glittering eyes she’d ever seen.
And breathed.
This fellow’s rich chocolate eyes simply brimmed with emotion. Lust, probably, but suddenly Liberty didn’t particularly care. Son of a gun, this man simply knocked her into the middle of next week. He even tried to reach a hand up to politely tip his Stetson, but he was also being jammed from all angles by the rancid armpits of gamblers waving playing cards, pemmican, and other garbage.
“The whole kit and caboodle’s been getting a bit roostered,” he said in a vivid, seductive voice.
“I know,” Liberty replied breathlessly.
She just stared up at him stupidly, her breasts flattened to his warm chest that emanated the manly scent of hay. She knew this feeling that surged up and down her spine. It was desire, pure and simple. She had felt this upon occasion for a couple of beaus—and was overly familiar with it from her nightly assignations with her secret toy—but she’d never been this suddenly stimulated and overwhelmed by merely looking at a man. His eyes brimmed with many tales to tell, and she instantly knew the reality of his sweet but shattered heart.
“I’m sorry a pretty vision like you has to be subjected to this.”
She was about to say “I know” again, but a nearby roughneck suddenly bellowed, “Hey, Hiram! You’re so crooked you could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews!”
“Oh, yeah?” Hiram hollered back. “You was the one who marked the card deck back in Omaha!”
The brawl that erupted then caused nearly everyone to surge to that end of the car to get a better view. In the knot of limbs that encased her, Liberty was detached from the fellow with the magical eyes. She was tossed down the aisle by swearing men, and before she knew it, she found herself suddenly in the necessary, taking the place of a frazzled prairie flower who clawed her way to view the fight.
More practical urges took precedence then.
She sat back in her first-class compartment, barely aware of the scenery. Her entire body fairly buzzed with the thrill of her upcoming adventure in Laramie City—and the confrontation with the bewitching man. She was embarking on a new life just full of possibilities! She could possibly even wear trousers as she rode a horse about town—she had already left her only, rarely used corset back in Hyde Park, New York. Her first task would be to find her father’s house, allegedly the largest in the town.
Her younger sister Ivy had already boldly ventured into Laramie City before her, while Liberty had stayed back East to take care of business matters. Their mother had passed on finally after a long struggle with consumption, and now Liberty wanted to shake off her reputation as being the level-headed, businesslike one. The monotonous restriction of her life while caring for her mother had created a fresh new passion for living.
Liberty wanted to become involved in the politics of this brand-new frontier town! She longed to expand her passion for the suffrage of women. She had attended the National Women’s Rights Convention in New York in 1860, one of the last truly thrilling things she’d done in life. The convention had been a whirlwind of activity and stimulation that she sadly missed.
The man she had just literally run into was a good omen. Liberty smiled as the loud merchant next to her talked someone else’s arm off about the price of lumber. The fellow in the Stetson had a very classically handsome face, as though he could scowl or be effectively menacing while orating, so he might even be a fellow politician of sorts. His intense, deep gaze and the cherubic bow of his upper lip had Liberty in a fuzzy daze. She was aware she was pleasantly moist between the thighs, remembering the feel of her nearly bare bosom against his chest. She barely noticed when dilapidated shacks came into view, signaling their arrival at Laramie City and the end of the line.
The shacks seemed composed of logs, canvas, rejected railroad ties, and old wagon boxes—the usual disarray of the Hell on Wheels towns that popped up as the railroad progressed. Liberty strained to catch sight of any women, potential fellow suffragists, but she only saw a glut of men. Tracklayers probably, most of them, wringing out clothing, chewing on pipes, and, of course, imbibing liquor. Liberty snatched up her carpetbag—she could retrieve her trunk later from the baggage car—as the first fireworks trails landed among the ramshackle town outside. A distant tattoo of several drums attempting to play “The Yellow Rose of Texas” told her they would soon near the platform, and she wanted to at least be somewhat near the door when the train stopped.
The remote strains of cornets and saxhorns floated over the hubbub of people crowding the aisle. A meaty hand even groped her ass, but she couldn’t tell who it was attached to. Thugs from the second-class car had apparently flowed into first class, and the corridor was one giant sardine can of body parts. When Liberty’s face was squished against a brass lamp bolted to the wall, a slight feeling of panic began to creep into her innards.
The panic almost overwhelmed her when the train jolted to a stop. All the bodies crammed into the corridor lurched forward as one unit, the brass screw tearing her face. Surely they weren’t at the station yet! Outside, the horns of the band blared away merrily as though nothing was amiss. Men grunted out in pain.
“We’re goners!”
“Shit!”
“Get your foot out of my pocket!”
“You damned jackass!”
“Lunkhead!”
Steam hissed, but the big whistle didn’t scream as it should have if they were in the station. Had they hit something on the tracks? Liberty had no hope of moving the slightest inch—besides, where would she go? She was suffocating with her face between the lamp and the funky shoulder of a man who had apparently bathed in soot.
Then, suddenly, she was free.
She stumbled, falling, but fresh air surrounded her. Twisting in midair, she fell backward, looking up at the ceiling of a first-class compartment. She steeled herself, prepared to land on something extremely pointy, painful, or metal. She was pleasantly shocked when she fell on something warm and comfortable, with only a slight “oomph” of air expressed from her lungs.
Dizzy and panting, she looked up. And found herself clutching the greatcoat lapels of the fellow with the dazzling eyes.
In the midst of this tumult, he looked as calm as an unmuddied lake. The corners of his mouth turned up in a slightly bemused smile, as though he had not pulled her from the corridor. Oh no, she had just fallen into his lap! He still wore his Stetson at a rakish angle, but his necktie was slightly loosened in all the activity, revealing a powerful, full throat.
In that rich orator’s voice, he said, “The train stopped because some pickled residents fell onto the tracks.”
They merely panted at each other, Liberty intensely aware that her looped skirt exposed her petticoat at the ankles. Oddly, it didn’t bother her. Her breasts heaved, her camisole almost displayed in the U-shaped neckline of her walking costume.
Maybe it was because the other inhabitants of the compartment were equally festive and distracted, hanging out the window, all in a mishmash. Suddenly Liberty yanked her torso upright as she clutched his lapels, and she planted a brazen kiss on him.
He responded ardently, his large, soothing hands surrounding her waist. At first the kiss was dry and abrupt, full of the surprise of the moment. But when Liberty released his lapels to twine her hands around his hot, strong neck, their lips parted. She sucked on his deliciously full lower lip with abandon, snorting puffs of air against the side of his face. She inhaled fully his musky scent of dried grass, reveling in the warmth of his chest against the bare shelf of her bosom.
His hands snaked up her back, clutching her to him as though she were his lover. When she heard him sigh, felt the adept skill of his nipping at her lip, she impulsively ran her palms higher, over the slight stubble of his well-formed face. She delighted in the sculpted feel of his cheekbones under her fingers, and she dared to lick the inside of his upper lip, smooth as a wet seashell.
When she suddenly became aware that she was baldly squirming on top of a very insistent and well-hung cock, she had to break away. Her head fell back, and she panted boldly at the ceiling with her eyes squeezed shut in happiness. Just to have this utterly delicious man between her hands—nearly between her thighs—was the apex of rapture. Probably the one thing she’d been futilely dreaming to do, here in the Far West. And here he was. And her train hadn’t even arrived in the Far West yet.
She licked the tip of his pointed nose. When she dared to open her eyes, she saw his dilated with desire, his lower lip slack with surprise. All her memories of being a sensuous woman, powerful with the force of sex, came flooding back to her. Liberty had thought her gift might be dead after years of disuse, but the dazed, wobbly look in this handsome stranger’s eyes told her she still had the skill.
The train lurched and started with a hiss of steam. Steam curled in the open window between the various limbs dangling and waving there, slithering about the wide brim of this glorious man’s hat. Sinking her fingers into his fine, luscious mane of deep brunet hair, Liberty knocked the hat askew and plastered an openmouthed kiss to his lips. Spreading her thighs, when she wiggled her hips she knew the dampness seeping from her pussy was making a wet spot on the back of her skirt, and she didn’t care.
As their tongues twined, Liberty made a little jump. She now straddled this exquisite stranger, her legs tangled in her skirts, her knee wedged against someone’s portmanteau. She fully felt the glory of his burgeoning cock as she blatantly humped him—this stranger she already knew she was in love with. They kissed with unabashed lust now, the handsome dog gripping her skull in his fingers, her long, curly black hair coming untwined from its bun and covering his stately face like a curtain. His groans reverberated deep in his chest, and she imagined she could even feel his bursting cockhead between the layers of their clothing.
And then the train was truly at Laramie City station. The smokestack puked sparks and wood smoke, stinging Liberty’s eyes when she whipped her head around to look out the window. People waved flags in the window, and a couple of prairie flowers of the town leaned their bulging bosoms in, just inches from Liberty’s face. Some of her fellow passengers were already disembarking out the window, one hitting her in the shoulder with his boot.
The reality of her situation struck her then. Sitting upright with her hands against the stranger’s shoulders, she stared at him, wild eyed. He must have been too stunned to even muster that enigmatic half-smile, and he looked like a man who had just been well-fucked, satisfied and yet thoroughly confused. She vaguely noticed he had a small, unusual tattoo on his collarbone, but she was distracted by the wisps of hair sneaking over his loosened necktie.
“Son of a gun,” Liberty whispered, shocked. What had she just done?
He tightened his grip on her shoulders and said dazedly, “Wait. Who are you?”
In her panic, she said the first thing that came into her head. “Ivy,” she panted. “Ivy Hudson.”
She lurched for the door, which wasn’t nearly as jammed with passengers now. She just barely remembered to whisk her carpetbag from the floor, where it had been stomped on. She only turned back for the briefest second, probably because she wanted one final, lasting impression of this man she knew she’d never see again.
And she felt herself smile then, too.
Yes. She was in love with him.
He smiled now, too, that mysterious lifting at the edges of his luscious mouth. Liberty knew he hid some pain and knew he had come to Laramie on a new and challenging mission.
But embarrassment forced her body to lurch down the corridor, shoving rowdy citizens out of her way, purposefully banging them with her carpetbag. “Excuse me. Let me by. I’m in a hurry.”
How could she be in love with a man whose name she didn’t even know? She’d been carried away by the excitement of her new, adventurous life. Laramie City held a thousand people now, and she could easily get lost in the tumult. This beautiful man’s mission was probably farther west, for all she knew. This was the end of the line, after all, Hell on Wheels. Most of the passengers on this train were not staying here long.
Once on the platform, Liberty shoved aside clamoring, “roostered” citizens with abandon. She decided this must be the main street, First Street, and she headed directly for the first hotel, where the proprietor could tell her how to find her father’s house. By that time, hopefully the crowds would have hidden her tracks from the stunning, glittering eyes of that exquisite stranger.
And…how could she have given him her sister’s name?

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