Five Facts About Kacey...

A friend of mine just recently listed off some fun facts about me. We were sitting having a coffee (well for me it was tea) and she was amazed at a few of the facts he found interesting about me. We've known one another since were thirteen, you'd think I'd be boring to him by now...but thought I'd share some of the things he listed.

Number Five…

I have the most horrible fear of snakes. Not a little fear, but a HUGE one. So bad that I can’t see a snake on tv without jumping on the sofa. I’ve had the same recurring nightmare for as long as I can remember, about being smothered by a snake. Not sure what age the nightmare started, and my brothers have sworn to hell and back they never bothered me with snakes when we were kids, but that nightmare is terrifying.

Number Four…

Ten years ago, my husband asked me to marry him in August and we were married in October. I organized, made centerpieces, had dresses fitted for Maid of Honour, flower girl and my mother, had all the suits for the men booked all myself, and the day was perfect. I’m hell on wheels when on deadline. *g*

Number Three…

I LOVE ménage a trois stories.  I am constantly following the urge to grab one from the pile.  Hubby especially loves it too, since I sometimes read them to him. He’s such a dear to be interested in what I’m interested in. *wink*

Number Two…

My Mom & my daughter are really my best friends. I grew up a Tomboy, played football/baseball and hung out with guys mainly and didn’t much care for the “girl” dramas. Even to this day, years after high school, I’m the same way. But now, I’d rather hang out with my mom and daughter than anyone (Hubby aside—for different reasons *g*).

Number One…

I’m a huge crier. From weddings to cute babies, to tearjerker books and movies, I cry a lot. I’m a huge sap.  Even during my TV shows, the waterworks just come as they may.  Biggest tearjerker movie for me is P.S. I Love You. Of course, the first time I ever watched it was about a week after losing my dad, so it was endless tears. But even to this day I cry through pretty much all of it.  TV Shows – even when someone is shot, in danger, killed or leaves a show, I’m bawling as if I’ve lost my dearest friend.  Even when a contestant wins a reality show, it’s like I’m a member of their darn family, I’m crying along with them. 

So while I’m pretty tough when it comes to my family and kids, friends and will kick a$$e$ and take name for those near and dear to me and causes I believe in—I can cry an ocean.

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Touch of the Gods: The Wager

Hello all,

I wanted to share my newest release which has received two 5 star reviews and lots of buzz!

Touch of the Gods: The Wager

Blurb:

When love and war makes a little wager, what could possibly go wrong?

I am Hephaestus. God of inventions, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds like I'm awesome right? Well, I'm not. In fact, I'm the loser of Olympus and a new bachelor to boot. Living the single life is great until a decade passed. Honestly if my divorce from the Goddess of Love wasn't bad enough, I am still being rejected by the other women of my home.

Because of an incessant need to make me a pawn in his game, my brother, Ares convinces Eros to make a little bet. A wager that puts my lack of love life to the test. Sent to Earth, I'm skeptical, when suddenly I lose myself in the sensual scent and beauty of the full bodied Vanessa. She is my everything, my perfection.

Sadly, from a single caress upon her silky flesh, I sent our lives into a downward spiral of hell. To save her, I must get beyond my demons of the past. And to save me, she will have to decide if I'm worth giving up everything for.

Excerpt:

"I'm Vanessa. I should uh, thank you, I guess." My body was in full horn dog mode while flush against his and I knew that if I didn't keep the conversation going, we'd end up on my bed.

Heph had left me in a very bad state of mind and this handsome savior of mine, might end up a victim of my sexual insanity. Of course, from the look on his face, he would gladly take the hit. Maybe...."No! I can't do this."

"Do what? We're just standing."

"No, no we weren't. I can't fall for this again, I won't be used again!" The pain of why I'd tried to kill myself came crashing back to my soul like a freight train. I felt Heph's touch, his kiss.
I saw him with Willa. He lied to me, they were together--I just knew it. All the men wanted her, not me. Never me.

My body convulsed and if the Ares guy hadn't caught me, I would have jumped out of the window. I struggled against the bonds that were his arms, and dug in my heels to the floor hopelessly, as he pushed me back to the bed. We fell together, his weight crushing into me.

For a moment, his eyes looked like they were overflowing with the blood of lost soldiers, red and vibrant, flowing through the streets of mayhem.

As if the fierce look in his eyes had transferred to me, emotions unadulterated and violent filled my veins with lust, rage and need. "Fuck me! I need it, now!"

"As you wish, séxi sklávos."

How our clothes disappeared as fast as they had, I'm not sure and honestly? I didn't care.What I was certain of, was the searing heat of his hardness as it rammed into me with such ferocity that my headboard left a crack in the wall. I clawed at his back, knowing I drew blood, but as the scent of the tangy liquid and the hard sex assailed me, my mind shattered.

He growled, pulling back until he nearly exited and slammed himself into my pussy, a jolt of pain and pleasure shocking my core. But it wasn’t enough for either of us and he ripped from me, leaving me empty and cold. He flipped my body over quickly, a stinging slap to my ass making it rise in submission. Three fingers darted into my hole, which was wet and sticky, my walls sucking on the digits like a desert man at an oasis. Call it crazy, but I decided to up the ante, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. “Just fingers? Limp already are we?”

“You questioning my stamina, woman?”

“It's okay, really. It happens to lots of—boys. No need to feel asha---”

The 'boy' statement got the rise I wanted and then some, because before I could finish the statement, he thrust his way back in so deep, I thought for sure he'd pop out of my throat. Grabbing my hair for leverage, he pounded me fiercely, the pounding of his pelvis slapping my ass with each connection, the sound echoing through my room.

The little voice of reason pleaded with me, You care for Heph. Don't give up on him! This was very true, but he showed no signs of the same. My feelings were purely in my head, so there was no way for me to really love him. You can't love dreams. No, what I had now was real, dangerous and oh, so thrilling. My previous need to end it all seemed to have vanished the moment Ares' long and curved dick crammed inside me.

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Polyamorus Relationships: Honesty is Key

The media has been deluged with stories of late about non-traditional relationships. One of those is polyamorous or open marriage. While some believe this isn't moral it is one of the most popular types of arrangements in erotic romance. But how can relationships like this possibly work?

Simple: Honesty is key. Just as with any traditional monogamous relationship all parties involved must be completely open about their feelings and desires. Though I believe it may be even more important if you and your significant other decide to establish extended relationships outside of yours with one another.

In Falling Star, Willa has to decide if she can risk her hear to embrace a polyamorous relationship with her husband, Schy, and Keenan, the man they both desire.

Would you be able to embrace this kind of relationship? Have you? What kinds of benefit do you see from sharing your love with more than one person?

Blurb: 

Willa Brock possesses everything a woman could hope for – great friends, a rewarding career and a loving husband – until her world begins to crumble. Almost overnight, she doubts her abilities as a doctor and must battle some inner demons she thought she’d laid to rest.

Although head over heels for his wife, Schyler still harbors a desire to be with men. When Willa confesses an attraction to the hot male nurse, Keenan, Schy goes out of his way to befriend him, hoping to satisfy his desires and ignite new ones with his wife. But he may not be able to convince Willa that loving Keenan won’t change how he feels about her.

Playing the role of odd-man out, Keenan needs to carve a place for himself with the two people he wants most; otherwise, he risks losing everything.

Just when it seems like the sky is falling they must close their eyes and wish upon a star…and embrace the possibility that combining three hearts will strengthen the love each holds for the other…

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

The snick of the bolt sliding into place echoed though the locker room as Willa scrambled to finish pulling on her T-shirt. Not now. I need to be alone. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. She needed to forget what happened–at least for a few moments.

"Where are you headed?" a masculine voice said.

She didn’t have to look to see who it was: Kee. His voice had haunted her dreams for the past two months. And tormented her waking moments as well. He and her husband, Schy, had become almost inseparable since Kee discovered her deep dark secret: Her tramp stamp.

In the last couple of weeks, they’d both started hinting that they wanted all three of them to be more than just friends. She’d been warming up to the idea. Until her run-in with Brian, her ex-fiancé. The things he’d revealed splashed cold water on the idea with the force of a waterfall.

"Did you know that Schy was involved with a man before he met you?" He’d asked her and she’d told him that she was fully aware of it, but she’d not been prepared for what he’d asked her next. "But, did he tell you he wasn’t the one to break it off?"

She shook her head to rid it of that information. Now was not the time to examine it and what it might mean. Especially with Kee standing behind her, watching her every move. "Out of here," she said, the words coming out more terse than she meant.

"Okay. I’ll come with you."

Willa finally looked around her locker door. He stood leaning against the wall near the door. His long muscled legs crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest like he didn’t have a care in the world. "I don’t think so, Kee. I need to be alone." She pulled her purse out of the locker and shut it with a resounding bang.

Kee watched her as she slung her purse over her shoulder.

"The last thing you need is to be alone, Willa. I’m going to stick to you like glue until you get home to Schy." He moved to stand in front of the door.

Willa’s head snapped up at the tone in his voice. "I don’t need a babysitter. I can make it home all by myself. Now move out of my way. I’m not in the mood for this shit."

He straightened to his full six foot height. He would tower over her by a good five inches taller than her when she stood beside him. "No."

"Okay, I’ll just call security then and let them come in here and they can escort you out." She reached into her pocket for her cell phone.

"Schy was right. You shouldn’t be alone."

Her fingers froze on the keypad. She looked up at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Kee dropped his arms to his sides and moved forward, not stopping until mere inches separated them. "It means exactly what it sounds like. I called Schy after you refused to let me go with you to talk to that kid’s parents. You’ve been acting like a robot since you had to call it in the operating room, Willa. It’s not like you to bottle everything up."

"You don’t know anything about me, Keenan. You don’t know if I ‘bottle things up’ at times or not. Now just leave me the hell alone and let me go." She stared into his eyes. They’d gone from their normal sparkling green like sun dappled leaves to a deep emerald green. She hated that she knew already that they always seemed to do that when his emotions about something were strong.

They were that color a lot whenever he was around her or Schy.

"I’m afraid I can’t do that. Schy gave me strict instructions not to let you leave here, alone." He gazed deep into her eyes before adding, "By any means necessary."

Willa felt something snap inside. Schy and Kee were both acting like she belonged to them. Oh, they didn’t realize that she saw the way they stared down every guy that looked at her whenever they went out somewhere. Or the way they always seemed to flank her as they walked through a crowded area. This was the last straw though. She could ignore the subtle stuff, but demanding that she not leave somewhere without one of them was bullshit.

She’d had enough.

She narrowed her eyes on him. "I don’t care what the hell my husband said. I’m sick and tired of the two of you acting like I’m some sort of possession that you can pass back and forth. Neither one of you has the right to tell me when I can and can’t be alone." She pushed past him, her arm brushing against his as she went. A jolt of awareness shot through her.

She pushed the feeling away. She was married. She couldn’t have feelings like that for another man.

Only for her husband.

She’d just reached the door when she felt Kee’s hand grab hold of one of her shoulders. He turned her around.

His eyes were intense, stormy and wild. He clenched his jaw as though trying to contain the emotion she saw swirling in their depths, an emotion she’d rather not contemplate at the moment. "Is that what you believe we think of you as, Willa? A possession?"

"Isn’t that what I just said? I don’t think I stuttered." She tried to pull free of his grip, but only succeeded in making him tighten it.

"That is so not how either of us sees you," he said, his voice thick and husky as though he was trying to hold back what he was feeling, but not quite succeeding.

"Really? Then tell me how it is that you see me, because from where I’m standing that’s what it looks like."

"We see a woman who’s intelligent, vibrant, commanding, and sexy as hell. And we both just want the chance to hold onto you, even if only for a moment."

Willa tried again to pull free. "That’s all good and fine, Kee, but have you forgotten that I’m married to Schy. You shouldn’t be thinking about holding me. Ever."

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A Mother's Day Look Back

We’re rapidly coming up on Mother’s Day and it strikes an especially dark chord with me. It’s also my mother’s birthday. Only she’s not here anymore, having passed eight years ago this past April.

What does this have to do with anything, right?

From my mother I got the love of books, of reading and writing, of losing myself between those pages. She was the one who gave me my first paranormal to read, my first noir, and my first erotic romance. Of course, she didn’t know that then since I’d taken to reading her books when she was away during the day at work.

She knew how much I loved to read, you see, and she knew I’d grown out of the Sweet Valley books. Nancy Drew and those Hardy Boys no longer appealed and I didn’t know quite what I was looking for until I ransacked the house and found a vampire romance by Amanda Ashley.

I inhaled that book. Then put it back exactly where I found it, how I found it.

My mother knew I’d read it though. She never said anything, but the next time I tried searching for it, I couldn’t find it. She’d moved it and it took a while but I found it.

She hid her romance novels. The content wasn’t fit for me. I was a kid. But I was a kid who’d become hooked and before long she’d stopped bringing books home.

I joined the library.  

And every evening when I came home after the sun had gone down, she knew where I’d been, in the very back of the library, my nose in a romance novel. She didn’t get on me about it, simply allowed me my space and my freedom, to read.

To fly.

To be.               

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Silly Questions and Explicit Adult Only Excerpt

Ahoy! Today’s blog is a little about me followed by excerpts of my recently released book, Finless. Life is cranking up these days for me and I love every minute of it! I hope all of you wonderful readers are finding joy in every corner you can.

Now, without further ado, I introduce you to ME, and some quirky trivia.

I am: Davee Jones, and female, (sometimes the name fools folks).

Astrology sign: Taurus and I have the Centaurus constellation tat to prove it

Occupation: PT Writer with Secret Cravings Publishing/FT public servant

Where is your favorite place to shop? Victoria’s Secret

What’s your favorite trend? Planking….although somewhat “been there, done that”, our fam still planks across the US when we travel.

What attracts you to a person? Thoughtfulness-we are really becoming far too selfish as a society these days.

What is the worst fashion trend you loved? Leg warmers- Back in the 80’s during dance class I truly flew my Flashdance Flag.

If you could meet a celebrity, who would it be? Living or dead?  Jim Henson, I still love the fur out of the Muppets

If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy? I would buy my mother a sexy sports car so she could travel in style.

What is one thing you can’t live without? Prayer, hands down.

If you never had to work, what would you do? I would live in a multi-windowed cabin on top of a mountain in Colorado and write, write, write and play, play, play in the snow with my fam.

What do you do in your spare time? I manage my daughter’s softball team, spend time with my fam, writing, camping, gardening, swimming, reading, training for triathlons, writing some more, cooking, traveling, editing, and drink a glass of wine or good beer on occasion.

Who is your favorite musician? Pink followed closely by SiA

 (Isn't this an awesome family shot?)

What was your most embarrassing moment? About my sophomore year of high school, I came running around a corner hall in our high school and as I barreled around the corner, a tampon flew out of my gym bag. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief that the halls were deserted, a kind senior BOY brought it back to me. UGH! Yes, I’m 42 and it still haunts me.

What was the best concert you ever attended? The Red Hot Chili Peppers at Fiddlers’ Green amphitheater in Colorado. Snoop Dogg opened for them- yes, it was good and my oldest son’s first concert. I did not scar him….much.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I don’t take enough time to relax.

Where is your favorite place to hang out? Our family’s ranch, The Cattle Company, in southern Oklahoma. My momma and Gma live there.

What is your favorite movie?  Secretary, talk about opening up the doors of something taboo...

If you could only wear one cosmetic product, what would it be? Mascara

Where do you plan to go on your next vacation? Our family will travel again to Idaho for the annual Spudman triathlon in Burley,ID- my husband and I will compete. While there, we will also visit Yellowstone, what an AMAZING place.

How do you stay in shape? Spin class, outdoor cycling, strength training, swimming and running- for triathlon training.

How would you describe your style? Frenetic and OCD.

What kind of pet do you have? I do not personally have pets- I have plants and children instead.

What celebrity would you like to get style tips from? Sandra Bullock

Where would you like a vacation home? A vacation home in the mountains of Colorado, at the top.

What is the last book you read? The Christian Atheist by Craig Groeschel

What’s your favorite room in your house?  The covered back patio by the pool, I love having an outdoor space to hang out, especially when my husband finishes the waterfall next to it.

What’s your favorite souvenir? I love microbrew beer from local breweries anywhere we visit. Oh, and the olive oils and balsamic vinegars from a vineyard in Livermore, CA…to die for!

What’s your signature scent? I love the smell of evergreens, mimosa blooms, irises, and Gma’s cooking

Would you rather cook, dine out or get takeout? Cook!  I love puttering in the kitchen.

What’s in your closet that you just can’t let go of? A blanket my Gma made so long ago, the seams are ripping out. She recently, albeit reluctantly, patched it as best she could for me.

Do you own more shoes or purses? Shoes, for sure, but, purses are a close second.

Thank you for taking the time to get to know me. Now, you can get to know more about my books. I appreciate my readers and always hope I write to help you smile or feel a little better about your day, even if the storyline is sometimes gritty.

My second published book, Finless, released in early April by my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing (SCP). Finless is an erotic romance of 193 pages riddled with BDSM. It is a M/F storyline. Before you groan in angst at yet another "book on the bandwagon", akin to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomena, please entertain my promise this book is nothing common or trite. I attempt to present graphic imagery to take my readers not only to the scene in the book, but, hope they will develop their own personalization of it in their mind. I also write to appeal to both genders. My novel is a type of Black Swan meets Fifty Shades of Grey. I have a sequel in the works, Finless Too, to further explore the character's lives.

The story connects fish, BDSM play, spirituality, sexuality, and the extreme decisions in the lives of the books’ protagonists to meld one story of tremendous revelations. Finless includes descriptive scenes of rhythmic caning, bondage, almost violent expressive dreams, and other explicit content. The message of the book intends to reach out positively to anyone, regardless of their proclivities, who may feel inept, unworthy, untrusting, or lost in their existence.

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Finless WARNING Explicit Excerpt:

Nathaniel prepared his office for any encounters he might have. It actually gave him a rush to dominate a woman sexually in his workplace. He could return to these moments during a future boring day and bring back the exhilaration of the encounter. He kept a locked drawer of paraphernalia which would put most ordinary sexual junkies to shame. Nathaniel took a soft suede flogger out of his sex drawer and began swiping it along Sarah’s back and buttocks. He meant the motions to tickle, yet Sarah knew better than to move no matter how much her muscles wanted to twitch in tactile frustration.

Nathaniel put the soft flogger aside and began stroking Sarah lightly with a wire brush. As he made his way down her shoulders to the curves of her taut ass, he became harder with the stroke. Red streaks began to form all along her shoulder blades and spine. Sarah could not help the involuntary shiver of her entire body. Nathaniel obliged her with a soft kiss to her cheek as he took in the smell of her freshly washed hair.

Nathaniel put the wire brush down and he grabbed a black leather-riding crop. He used the leather tongue of the crop to brush Sarah’s long hair away from the center of her back and slid the tongue along her shoulder blades. As he made his way down to the center of her back, he pulled the crop and smacked her soundly across the small of her back. Sarah barely winced and his touch intoxicated her to the point of dizziness.

Nathaniel methodically smacked his way down her buttocks, to her quivering thighs and back up to her tanned shoulder blades. Red welts immediately formed on the skin of the back of her body. Delicious bruises would surely follow by the next day.

Finally, when he could contain his passion no longer, he pulled her hands from behind her back and gruffly spun her around to face him. He grabbed her with each of his hands by the hair hanging at the sides of her face and forced her face to his for a deep kiss. He twirled her long hair around his fingers as he kept her in close and continued kissing her and drawing her lips in to bite their lusciousness.

Tipsy by what was happening, Sarah could not stop the freight train of passion flooding her every movement. “Fuck me” she coarsely whispered into Nathaniel’s face. She wanted to come, but her fervency told her to wait, although she would not wait patiently. He turned her around, pushed her down onto the floor and ripped away the $200 La Perla panties only seconds before thrusting his rock-hard cock into her pulsing pussy. “Don’t wear panties again. Oh…my...” All he could utter over and over for the next few seconds as he thrust his cock into the wonderland of her tight pussy. Normally he could control his climax, but this time he could not. He filled her full with his deep discharge as he uttered a sigh of heavy relief.

Reveling in the afterglow of his orgasm for few minutes, he snapped back to reality and knew where he was, and coldly moved away from Sarah. Lying on the floor beside him, Sarah’s chest heaved, gasping in deep breaths from the exchange they just had. Sarah rolled toward him, looked him squarely in the eye, and stated, “I won’t let you be denied.” Sarah thought of musical lyrics from her favorite band, Muse. It seemed so fitting for this moment.

He had her, physically and emotionally. He owned all of it in just this short time. She had given in to every physical impulse she had. Love had fucking nothing to do with it! She just gave into primal lust and felt animalistic in his presence. It would not take long before even Nathaniel may not satisfy all her desires.

Fuck, she repeated in her mind over and over in total disbelief at their combined power.

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Misplaced Princess by Mari Carr

This week I'm manning the International Heat blog. I'm featuring a week of "Sneak Peeks" and a contest. I hope you'll come check it out. 

And speaking of sneak peeks, I've been working on a new series with Lexxie Couper called Foreign Affairs. The first book in the series, Misplaced Princess releases June 20, so I thought I'd share a bit from that story today.

Foreign Affairs, Book One

Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a man she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.

Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.

When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?

Excerpt:

Hunter ran his finger down the pretty blonde’s arm, enjoying the flirting and easy banter. He’d hit the bar after seeing his idiot brother off at his gate. They’d flown the station helicopter to Sydney, leaving so early this morning it had still been dark. Hunter had a couple of hours to kill while he waited for the flight mechanic to refuel the chopper and clear him for take off.

“So you live on a cattle station?” the blonde asked. He’d forgotten her name the second she’d said it. One of these days he was going to have to learn to pay attention to details like that.

“Yep. Farpoint Creek. My family’s owned it forever. Established it back in the 1800s.”

The woman feigned interest, but Hunter could see the disdain in her eyes. She was clearly a city girl and the idea of living out whoop whoop in the Outback was less than appealing to her. Lucky for both of them, he wasn’t considering taking this game of slap and tickle out of the airport.

She leaned closer, accidentally brushing the side of his arm with her breast. They’d started their flirting at different tables. Then he’d joined her. After a few minutes of sexual innuendoes, he’d given up his seat across the table and moved over to share her side of the booth.

“You know, I’m a member of the Qantas Club.”

“Is that right?” he asked.

“I was actually thinking of heading over there and freshening up before my flight. They have showers in the lounge.”

“Showers, eh? Bit bloody fancy.”

She dragged her hand along his leg, starting at his knee and working her way up. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to grab it. His dick twitched when her hand crept closer.

“Wish I had someone to wash my back,” she purred.

He started to offer his sudsy services, but something on the PA caught his attention. “What did she say?”

“What did who say?”

The PA announcement was repeated. Dylan Sullivan, please meet your party at the customer service desk located at terminal one.

What the hell? Dylan wasn’t here. At least, he bloody well shouldn’t be.

Hunter reluctantly pushed the woman away while silently cursing his brother. “Sorry, love, but I gotta go do something.” Dylan would pay dearly for costing him a shower with this beauty in the high flyer’s club. He retrieved his hat from the table and put it back on his head.

“You’re leaving?”

Hunter nodded regretfully. “Yeah. Afraid it can’t be helped.” He threw enough cash on the table to cover both of their drinks and a generous tip for the waitress. “Sorry.”

He walked toward terminal one, trying to figure out why Dylan wasn’t jetting away from Sydney, getting closer to making one of the dumbest mistakes of his life. He’d loaded his brother on a plane headed for New York over an hour ago.

Hunter had spent most of their morning trek to Sydney trying to convince Dylan that taking off halfway around the world to hook up with some broad he’d met on one of those stupid online dating services made him look pretty desperate.

He’d also pointed out that precious little could come of this trip, besides getting a piece of New York tail. Dylan lived and worked on Farpoint Creek cattle station. In Australia. Trying to hook up with some American chick wasn’t exactly practical.

Dylan, ever the romantic idiot, seemed to think Annie had the potential to be his soul mate. Jesus, his brother had actually used those words—soul mate—and was supposed to be headed to New York to prove that asinine fact.

Had Dylan missed his plane? Hunter couldn’t figure out how. They’d made it to the departure gate in plenty of time. And if so, why would he page himself rather than ask the customer service rep to page Hunter? Maybe Dylan had given his own name as well and the lady had fucked it up.

He glanced at the crowd standing around the service desk as he walked toward the terminal. He and Dylan weren’t lacking in the height department. If his dickhead brother was around, he sure as hell wasn’t standing up; he’d tower over these people. Add the fact he and Dylan hardly ever took off their bloody hats and Hunter should be able to spot him a mile away.

He started to get in line at the desk to ask who’d paged Dylan when a woman walked up to him.

“You’re here!” she said.

Hunter tried to place the woman’s face. She looked vaguely familiar. “I am?” His mother claimed he’d been cursed with a sarcastic streak as wide as Farpoint since the day he was born. While his mum found it annoying, Hunter had never found a good reason to curb that personality trait.

The pretty woman smiled. “I was starting to worry.”

Before he could tell her she had the wrong bloke and should go ahead and hang on to her anxiety, she took a step closer and threw her arms around him.

The hard-on Hunter had managed to batten down as he’d walked away from his potential shower partner reemerged when her firm breasts brushed against his chest. Bloody hell. Who knew the airport was such a great place to pick up women? He might have to fly to Sydney International more often.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, he accepted the embrace, loosely wrapping his arms around her back. The lovely lady was just the right height for him and had some sexy curves. He liked a woman with meat on her bones.

She pulled away slightly and he started to release her, but she kept her arms wrapped around him and upped the ante, kissing him.

It started as a sweet, friendly kiss, but Hunter wasn’t having any of that shit. She smelled and tasted too good. He grasped her soft face and held her close. He turned his head and deepened the kiss, pressing her lips open so he could get an even better taste. He was thrilled when her tongue met his halfway. Jesus. This chick could kiss.

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