She sashayed over to him and put her arms around his neck, drawing his attention. “Forget her honey; she won’t go for a tumble. You let her alone and let Lulu take care of you.”
Tag: western romance
Intrigued… Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
“A friend that Stanfield wants to murder.”
“Stanfield is a sore loser, is all. He’ll simmer down come morning.”
“Sore loser?” What exactly did the pixie and Stanfield have going?
The pixie takes flight. Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
Recovering from her sting, he leaned out the window to watch her shimmy down the side of the building like a circus performer.
Her expression turned murderous. Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
The pixie appeared dazed. Her face tilted up, her mouth parted in anticipation as if she still sought his lips, but then in a blink of an eye, her expression turned murderous. He knew that look, had seen it enough times when he hauled in hardened outlaws.
Have a good flight. Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
Curious, Nash took the steps over to the window for a quick look to see the path the woman planned on taking. His gaze fastened on the narrow ledge and the straight drop below.
Time to take flight… Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
The pixie’s gaze narrowed in on the window, and she hurried over to it, sliding it open. The muted sounds from outside came in loud and clear. Wagon wheels squeaking, horses snorting, and the murmur of conversations filtered in on the hot breeze. Even the music from the saloon wafted in like a pied-piper melody. Maybe the woman was, indeed, a fairy, for it sure appeared as if she planned to fly out of the window.
What a crying shame… Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
Nash had never seen a woman dress so quickly. What a crying shame. With curves like hers, why wear clothes at all?
“Uh-uh, lover.” Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
The pixie, Nash caught—or rather, she flew into his arms— looked luscious, sweet, and ready for the picking. He moved with purpose and lowered his head to recapture those beautiful lips that had desperately locked onto his for a show, but with a little coaxing on his part, had kissed him back. He wanted to taste her again and it seemed only fair for his role in rescuing her.
“My dear sir, I don’t kiss and tell.” Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
Stanfield sputtered taken aback by the stranger’s harsh words, but the gun pointed in his direction could have been a factor, too. Stanfield couldn’t see her, but he had to know Nash wasn’t in bed alone. “What do you think you’re doing with two
of Maribel’s saloon girls?” Suspicion laced his words.
Nash chuckled, but only a buffoon would mistake it as humor. “My good sir, I don’t kiss and tell.”
One heck of a kiss… Hot Western Nights #8sunday #snippetsunday
he man she was in bed with removed his hot, tantalizing lips from hers and gave her a devastating grin that made her think of the big, bad wolf—but instead of feeling afraid, she felt a thrill of excitement at being devoured by him.