A Sneak Peek from author Natalie Acres

Hi Everyone!

I’m so excited about my Cowboy Sex series and wanted to stop by and give you a sneak peek inside these two western ménage novels. Available now from Siren-BookStrand, Cowboy Sex One: Sex Party and Cowboy Sex Two: Sex Games are current best sellers on the publisher’s six-month best seller list. Sex Party is a current best seller in various categories at Amazon.

Rather than give you a behind-the-scenes look today, I’ve posted a book blurb and excerpt from Sex Party. In the coming weeks, I’ll stop back by and share a little history about the Cartwells and McKays, the families I can’t wait for you to meet in Cowboy Sex.

Cowboy Love,

Natalie Acres
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Blurb:

She's eighteen years old and drop-dead gorgeous. She isn't just the girl-next-door, she's the poster child for the blonde-hair, blue-eyed babe and a known hellion in her small southern town.

Peyton Storm has the world by its throat until her mother dies and Peyton's world spins out of control. Without a father around, Peyton is left with few choices, and the opportunities she once had slip out of reach. Soon, she makes a decision. She will drop out of school and go to work.

Braden, Kane, and Evan Cartwell don't think so.

Braden Cartwell made a promise to Peyton's mother and he plans to keep it, but once she moves in with the three sexy cowboys, the Cartwell brothers see the potential for problems.

Since the lovely Ms. Storm didn't come with a how-to instructional manual, they're in for a lot of fun, not to mention a few ice cold showers.



Adult Excerpt:

"Kane, have you seen Braden?" Peyton rushed into the kitchen in her T-shirt and thong. He didn't look up. To glance away from the Daily News meant to give in to guilty pleasures. The closer Peyton moved toward graduation, the more he ached to touch her, just to remind her of the pleasure they'd once shared. "Don't know if he's up yet." Kane ducked his head and stared harder at the words in front of him. Evan walked in and swatted her on the ass with the newspaper. "Where were you last night?" He stopped suddenly. "What the fuck is that?" Kane's entire body jerked to attention, realizing the alarm in Evan's voice sounded out with far too much warning. Immediately, he glared at the adornment around Peyton's neck. She ran a lone finger over her throat. "Oh, you mean this?" Evan's gaze stayed at her neck. "That's it."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kane shoved his chair back, made a sudden leap for her and Evan immediately threw back his arm to keep Kane from getting his hands on her. No doubt, a few seconds slower and Kane might have wrapped his hands around her neck and yanked the collar right off of her. Right after he choked her for wearing it with far too much pride in the first place. "Down, cowboy, you know what I'm doing if I have this around my neck," she purred, slowly running her finger back and forth over the leather choker. "He's gonna kill ya," Evan began with the warning, the one signifier to let Peyton know he volunteered for the job of tattling to big brother. He'd have to stand in line because this went way too far.

Every nerve ending in Kane's body pulsed with anger and with lust. It was a dangerous mix. "Peyton, go to your room right now and get that damn thing off your neck." "Sorry, Kane, I can't do it." She popped a hip and smiled seductively. "I'm afraid my Master may punish me."

"Your what?" Evan's skin didn't turn red, it flamed violet. Oh hell, violence loomed everywhere. "The hell you can't." Kane stayed focused. "Just run on along and take it off. Now." "Braden!" Evan started his immature rant for big brother. "Braden! Hurry, get down here!" He walked out of the kitchen and stood at the steps long enough to scream. "All hell's loose and there's an outbreak!" The brothers crossed their arms and seethed while Peyton pulled a pastry out of the freezer, tossed it on a plate and put it in the microwave. "It's no big deal, guys." "Uh-huh." Evan bit down on his lip. "Really, it's not. It just means--" "I know what it means, thank you very much." Kane glowered over her. "Good, because now you know what does and does not belong to you." She set her jaw. "For the record, I do not belong to Kane Cartwell. Say it with me now. Let's practice together." Like hell she didn't. If one woman on God's earth belonged to him, Peyton Storm was his.

Braden casually walked into the kitchen and didn't look surprised at all to find her with a collar around her neck. He sat down at the table and stared out over the lawn. "That's all you're going to do?" Evan yelled. "Just come in here and sit down?" "Hell, look at him," Kane said. "He already knew she had the damn thing. Who called you?" "Jones." "What are you talking about?" Peyton removed her breakfast from the microwave, grabbed a fork from the kitchen drawer, pushed it shut with her hip and cut off her first bite. Waving the first bite around, she inquired further, "Don't tell me. You know the owner of Clink?"

"Sid Jones," Braden said. "What the fuck was he thinking?" Kane demanded. "He didn't know she was ours." He slipped. And really fucked up when he did. "Excuse me? I'm what?" Peyton dropped her fork. Hell, at this point, she might as well drop her pants too. Kane was sick and tired of her 'fuck me now or I'll fuck someone else’ games. In his mind, this act, this collar idea, bordered with treason.

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