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About the author:
Randi Alexander is published with The Wild Rose Press Cowboy Kink line and Cleis Press. When she’s not dreaming of, or writing about, kinky cowboys, she’s biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical-rock band.
What inspired you to write your book?
I had a dream – actually more than once – where I was riding an elevator with a very famous man. He thought the crowd gathered was for him, but it was actually for me – my readers. From there, he just couldn’t resist chasing after me!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Garret took Megan’s purse, wrap, and the bag of their leftover desserts, and set them on the entry table. “Stay a while.”
When she opened her mouth to explain all the things going through her brain, he stepped close and pulled her against him.
Tipping her body slightly backward, he grinned. “It wasn’t a request.” He took her mouth with his, an intense, world-shattering kiss. His tongue sucked hers into his mouth where he played and teased, tasted, and nibbled. Megan held onto his shoulders as everything inside her melted and flowed hot.
His hand found her ass and pulled her tight against his erection. His hips ground, proving his desire for her, as his shaft created friction in the fabric between him and her mound. In an almost orgasmic state, her core contracted, released, and did it again, the pulsing sending electric charges up her spine.
Slowly he stood her upright, taking long, lingering tastes of her mouth, her teeth, her lips. “Delicious.”
“Ain’t she?” Trey’s voice came from behind her.
Garret’s hands slid to her waist as Trey stepped in and pressed his chest against her back, his erection against her ass. The cowboy bracketed her hips with his big hands and his groin pumped tortuously slow, rubbing his erection along her ass crack. His breath took up the rhythm as his easy ride shattered her doubts.
Against her mound, Garret’s hips circled to a primal beat, his hard shaft rasping across her sensitive flesh, heating her through the layers of cloth. His lips pulled back from clenched teeth as his intensity crackled in the air between them.
Trey’s lips pressed against her ear. “I poured wine, but it’ll keep.” His tongue played with the small earring in her lobe.
Trails of warm shivers slid along her neck, tightening her nipples to aching points, and making breath nearly impossible.
Garret stepped closer and put his lips near her other ear. “Your call, Megan. The couch for a glass of wine? Or the bedroom, for the main course.”
His hot breath, his invitation, flooded her pussy with glorious heat, and her knees buckled.
The men pressed closer, holding her up between them. They waited, needing her decision, kissing and nibbling at her ears in a stereo seduction so potent that she felt her brain spin.
“Bedroom,” she whispered.