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Rhett3 Here is my Flashback this week. I Love You Rhett Vorhees! I love this cute little story.

Blurb: Rhett had a huge crush on Darren McKissick back in elementary school and on Valentine’s Day, he gave him a special valentine. Despite their obvious attraction, Darren rejected it, making everyone in the class laugh at Rhett and cause a rift between the two friends.

Now as adults the two of them have found one another again through an internet dating site. Rhett only wants a one-nighter but Darren is looking for something long lasting.

Will this new meeting mean love for two men who haven’t seen one another in over a decade?





I’ll share an excerpt tomorrow morning for the Sips.




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Good morning! Welcome to Rawiya’s! Today I’m doing another giveaway for a $10 GC and a copy of the ebook. You can still comment and win for BLMorticia’s as well. Click here to see the post.

 Time to Make the Donuts from NNP part of the Something New on the Menu Series. It’s a hot little interracial m/m romance about a donut shop owner looking for love and when Mr. Perfect steps in the door, he’s found it, or so he thinks.

What is it about the character, Andre that has him intrigued?

(Pictured Boris Kodjoe) Well for one, he’s hot. *giggles* If a hot man like this stepped into your place of business, could you turn him down? Well Christopher doesn’t and decides to give him a try but being the kind of man he is, he doesn’t go into it blindly, making sure he keeps both eyes wide open. Andre pours it on thick too but Christopher makes sure he’s alert and looking for any surprises. Will he be let down in the interim? You’ll have to read and find out. Andre and Christopher are trying to make the connection to build on the potential relationship. All over a dozen donuts and some coffee. *smiles*

Blurb: Andre, a customer, comes in and pays him a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. Because of this, Christopher decides to pursue when Andre passes him his card. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much thought.

Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop as well as convince him to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.

When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well known franchise?

With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the restaurant since two a.m.

He pushed the double doors open as he came from the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels. Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that other place could provide.

While waving at a couple of regulars, Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.

Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup of coffee for a lady in front of her.

“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t they get the message?”

“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”

“No on the cell and all because that one girl that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.

“You wish. You just don’t share anything important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”

Christopher stopped immediately and glared at her. “You’d never.”

She drew up her lips. Within seconds she guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”

Christopher choked a little from the slap and let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.

“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that. Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”

She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in heaven, right?”

A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and took her bag.

Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”

“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.” She nodded and turned to him.

“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse, he’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”

“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm, well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about done?”

The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if I need ya.”

“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder. “To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”

“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse about.

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya’s first book, Time to Make the Donuts will be out in Feb of 2012 from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on WordPress.

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Brendan Walsh is an uptight business executive working for his father and missing out on real life due to his relentless drive for success. Fearing his homophobic father’s wrath – and the potential to destroy his financial future – Brendan hides is true orientation and lives a life of boring celibacy.


Upon meeting Davori Jenkins when the hunky barista serves him a latte just the way he likes it, Brendan takes a chance, leaving his number with the tip in the hopes of changing his future love life.


Will Brendan be able to come clean with his father – risking his fortune – or will he take a chance at losing a man who he wants as his future?


Warning: This is an m/m interracial romance. Real romance. Some sappiness is ahead with two very good looking men who are searching for that happy ever after ending.

Another Excerpt

Brendan winked at the hunky worker and decided he’d take a seat over on the left in order to continue watching him. Nothing waiting for him upstairs but numbers and an angry call from his father, so why not enjoy himself by ogling the good looking man’s performance? That had to be his intention when he’d allowed Latte to serve his beverage in a regular cup and not one made of styrofoam. He hadn’t asked for it to go either.

I can’t believe I did that.

He had just amazed himself by his willingness to give a complete stranger his business card – and for personal reasons. In that small conversation, it seemed that the two men had made some kind of connection, but how could he be sure?

“Mhmm.” Brendan took another small sip and sighed as the warm drink coated his throat. The taste was just right; the richness of the coffee bean and the slight sweetness before the milk – one of the best he’d had in a while.

He leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, making himself comfortable as he observed this attractive man smile and take pride in his job.

He suspected Latte might’ve known he was being watched, too. The assured way he chatted with the patrons while juggling mugs and cups and bottles, never missing a beat of the song “Brown Sugar” by D’Angelo playing overhead. The soft beats of this tune were soothing; Brendan was quite fond of the melody himself.

“Latte, you gotta sing for us, honey! C’mon.” The woman in front of Latte squealed and clapped along to the beat as did others while the gorgeous man put on a show.

Brendan grinned. He sings and makes a good latte? The businessman tapped his foot in rhythm and continued to drink from the glass. Brown sugar was a good description of this hot man in front of him. Even from this first meeting, something told Brendan Latte was more than just a barista.

What else did he have going on in his life? Does he sing somewhere or play in a band? Latte matched the singer note for note and didn’t slip up on the words, while still doing his job effectively. He’s amazing. No wonder Cathy has so many customers, a lot of them of the female variety. Brendan wondered if he was barking up the wrong tree when he placed his card in the cup with the money. He also noticed Latte schmoozing with a few women in the line. Did that mean he was just a flirt and acted that way with everyone?

Only time would tell. Brendan would make sure to come down here tomorrow to see him again.

As Latte finished his performance, everyone in the place clapped and he took his bow. What a fun atmosphere to come to on his way to work. Get great coffee and be treated to entertainment. That should’ve made even the stuffiest person smile.

Brendan finished the drink and left the glass on the table, getting up to leave. He gave Latte one more look before making his way out of the shop.

What a man!

Would Latte pay attention to that card and take the opportunity to call him?

Brendan certainly hoped so, but he wouldn’t hold his breath in the meantime.

  Greetings all. I’m hosting the XOXO blog event for Michael who is doing St. Patty’s day. That’s the wonderful thing about being bro and sis muses. We can use each others blogs. LOL 

Okay then, here is a character interview from The Power of Muse and Inspiration with the Vampire Jude. Then will post a blurb and excerpt as ell as info on how you can win!

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Pictured David Taylor model for Jude

MM: Greetings fans, thanks to Rawiya for hosting us!

Jude. Ahem (Clears throat)

MM: And, erm, my guest today is the character from my upcoming book, The Power of Muse and Inspiration, Jude the Vampire.

(Applause from audience)

Jude: (Waives his hand, shifts on the couch) Ah thank you, thank you. Wow, this is great to be on display like this. A little bright in here though.

MM: I asked the guy to turn them down a little.

Jude: Well it appears, its… (gets dimmer on stage) Ah that’s better. I think you should’ve let me tell him before the show. (Opens mouth, shows fangs)

(Crowd gasps)

MM: Right, oohhkay, so Jude, tell us a little about yourself.

Jude: Well, I’m a vampire of old, not one of those sparkly things that appear on that wretched show, Twilight. My turning happened almost two hundred eighty five years ago in Old England when I’d been teased in school by the local boys for liking other boys. No one likes to be made fun of right?

MM: Right, and your maker…

Jude: Yes, Thaddeus, who I left quite early. In my tenure as his “chile” At the time it seemed like the best decision, now I know for sure it was. I wouldn’t have met William if I’d stayed with him.

MM: Yes and how is the young writer who hates my guts? *grins*

(Audience laughs)

Jude: Nah, he doesn’t. He’s just very competitive with his writing. To him it’s like a contest.

MM: One that he relishes in obviously.

Jude: Yes, he likes the thrill of seeing his books in the top five, or rather at the top. I must say lately he’s felt even more inspired. (grins wickedly)

MM: Oh yeah, I bet. Tell us a little about the story?

Jude: Right, I’m a vampire who thrives on inspiration from my lover as well as the blood of humans. Because I left Thaddeus so early in our relationship, the powers that be cursed me. Every kill I make, I inherit something from that person. Whether it be something physical, knowledge…

MM: Tattoos. (Points to Judes’ bare arms.)

Jude: Ah right. Well some are for that, others I had done. Again, I don’t sparkle.

(Crowd chuckles)

MM: Thank goodness you don’t. Tell me, what is the biggest misconception about vampires?

Jude: That we don’t fall in love. I’ve done that several times, only this particular instance I’ve found a mate more than suitable for me.

MM: I suppose that’s right. What about that they don’t like light, or…

Jude: Really depends on the strength. I’m still gaining mine. The leaders of the council are hopefully showing me favor now since I’m content with my existence. Maybe we should talk about another book.

MM: Perhaps… (smiles) Lastly, tell the audience, if vampires were to exist, would they stay in the shadows or be amongst the people?

Jude: I’d say be with humans. Maybe we could find away to be crime fighters or something, I don’t know. Again, something you and William can come up with for the next literary work.

MM: (chuckles) We’ll look at that. Alright, this has been fun. Thank you Jude for stopping by.

(Audience applauds)

Jude: Thank you Michael. William might like a word with you later. (Cocks eyebrow)

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Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM8R28oMUho

Blurb: No such thing as vampires!

William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another.

The vampire Jude is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block.

How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?

PG Excerpt

“Yes, yes, come to me my child!” Jude lay his head against a dead tree. He sensed two virile young men he might like to enjoy for a double entree. Since he couldn’t have love why not fill up his belly with young blood for nourishment. He waved his long fingers and opened his eyes, gazing around the open field till he caught sight of the two he’d seen in his mind’s eye.

As always the faces were skewed when he looked deep within to see his prey but now that they’d come into view, he noticed one he didn’t want to destroy.

“Wha…I…” At a loss of words was Jude, gawking at the handsome man running away from another. “My, I’ve never seen in all my years a more gorgeous sight.” That moment the old immortal felt his muscles strengthen and his face tightening. A new feeling of love and inspiration came over him.

A mortal, so lovely and beautiful, the desire to live started to return.

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Okay hope you enjoyed that. Now, please follow this link to find out how you can win the ebooks from XOXO’s fab authors. Good Luck!

  Here’s a special Titillating Tuesday pic for you! My brand new cover from NNP! Wow,

Shane did such a great job, AGAIN, giving me a very hot and sexy cover for the 3rd book in the Something New on the menu series. Here is the blurb! This one will be out in April and 2 sequels are planned!

Brendan Walsh, CEO of Walsh Financial has put his life on hold to make his father proud. Because of this, he’s melancholy most of the time and is beginning to develop a love for Scotch and disdain for his dad.


Davori “Latte” Jenkins is a happy go lucky barista with several talents, the most important, his way with words and when Brendan steps into his place of employment, sparks fly between the two and immediately, they feel the connection. Over a macchiato latte, Brendan might see his future man but will he gain enough strength to tell his father about his orientation?


Look for it out in April! I’ll be getting some swag for this one too so stay tuned to this blog and the Newsletter!


  Greetings fans! Welcome to Rawiya’s

Today I’m happy to have star author Cassandra Carr with a blog post and a promo from one of her latest books. Give her your attention!

What makes a Dom a Dom?
by Cassandra Carr
What makes a Dom a Dom? A true Dom, I should clarify. Anyone who is familiar with the lifestyle knows there are what I call “playing at it” Doms and then there are “true” Doms. The difference? For one, it’s a fun thing to pretend to be every now and then. For the other, it’s who he is.
With those definitions in mind, what makes a true Dom? Several things, in my mind. The first thing is his demeanor. True Doms bleed it out of their pores. They don’t have to try to be Doms, they just are. They are the Master of their environment. They have control over their feelings and reactions. They are in tune with their submissives.
What other qualities make a Dom a Dom? I would say the way he carries himself and the look in his eyes. Maybe that goes back to demeanor – it’s kind of hard to separate things. How about the tone of their voice, and how they use different tones to convey different things? There’s the deadly calm whisper, the biting set-down, and a million other intonations of things they say.
What do you think makes a true Dom?
Cassandra Carr is a multi-published, award-winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Siren, and Loose Id who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Cassandra’s book Caught was recently named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe.
For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, “like” her Facebook fan page athttp://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter athttp://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.
Professional bull rider Conner Raub hides a secret from the world. He’s a Dom. When he meets a submissive on tour who pulls at his Dom tendencies, he fights to deny his true self, believing his colleagues will condemn his lifestyle.
Jessica Talbot is new to the BDSM scene and the bull riding tour, but after seeing Conner come to the aid of a submissive being mistreated in a club, she sets out to have him for her own. After their first night together she asks him to train her to submit and he refuses, afraid to mix business with pleasure. But Jessica isn’t deterred. She’ll do whatever it takes to make him realize he can have it all—a career, true love, and the BDSM lifestyle he craves.


   Conner packed up the last of his stuff and threw it into the duffel bag. The first event of the new season was starting in a few days and he was flying out to New York City later tonight. He was looking forward to meeting up with his best friend Brady Parrish. His mind flashed back to the previous evening at Decadence. He wished he could tell Brady about the BDSM lifestyle he wanted. Brady was a great guy and wouldn’t judge him, so maybe he would some day, but how do you bring something like that up?
    Hey dude, pass me the rosin. By the way, I like to tie women up, spank their asses red, and then have them suck my cock to thank me for it.
    He rolled his eyes.
    Yeah, right. No big deal.
    He couldn’t tell anyone on the tour about his lifestyle preferences. The NBT wasn’t exactly the most liberal-minded sport around. After all, many of the riders, as well as the officials and executives were from the Bible-beltin’ South. It was bad enough evidently many of the riders had been aware he and Brady sometimes shared women—he didn’t need word of this getting out. It could ruin his career. The NBT was all about family and hardworking values, not Doms and whips and spreader bars.
    His cell phone rang, jolting him back to the present. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah? Nice greeting,” Brady replied.
    “Sorry,” Conner answered. “My mind was a million miles away. What’s up, dude?”
    “Just wanted to find out what time you’re getting in tomorrow. I’ve got a rental, so I can swing by and pick you up.”
    “You don’t have to do that. I was gonna take a cab.”
     “Not necessary. Besides, then you can buy me dinner. What time does your flight get in?”
    “Hold on.” He rummaged through his stuff until he produced his ticket. “Nine fifteen. US Air, Kennedy.”
    “Cool. See you then.”
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    Jessica loaded her computer into her messenger bag and headed out onto the event floor. She still had four stock contractors to find before she could relax and watch the competition. Her co-liaison had said the first event was always crazy and this one was certainly living up to its hype. Between the new contractors, new bulls, and the new her—well, not exactly new, but new to this “first event” stuff, she was about to blow a gasket.
    Jessica had known when she’d taken the position she might encounter some old-fashioned attitudes regarding her ability to do her job, but she was still astounded at how often it happened. She knew bulls—her daddy was a cattle rancher. She knew all about the different breeds, and why one breed was preferred for one job over another. She understood which made a good bull-riding bull, and how to pick one in a draft based on what you needed to get out of the ride. But it didn’t matter. Some of these assholes saw her big boobs and figured she was here as eye candy.
    Spotting Jack Tucker, she hurried after him. “Mr. Tucker,” she called. She was gaining on him but he appeared to be ignoring her. “Mr. Tucker.  I’m Jessica, the liaison from the NBT. We met last season? I need to go over a couple of things with you.” She’d just caught up with him by this time and she glanced over to see if he was listening at all.
    “I turned in my paperwork,” he replied as he kept walking. “Now get outta my way, girlie. I’ve got stuff to do.” He spit a stream of tobacco right in front of her and Jessica had to consciously try not to flinch. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen tobacco being spit, but to know he’d purposely done it right where she’d be walking—ick. He’d done a similar thing last year and was obviously trying to intimidate her, but was barking up the wrong tree if he thought she was going to slink away like some chastised dog.
    “Mr. Tucker,” she began, trying to keep her voice down and even. “You left a few pieces of your paperwork blank and I need to have those parts filled in.”
    “I’ve been doin’ paperwork for the tour for longer ’n you’ve been alive, girlie,” he said. “I’ve never had a problem.”
    Jessica took a deep breath and tried again. “We’re putting the bulls into a database. Without information like year of birth, weight, etcetera, our database will be incomplete. If you just take a few moments of your time to look at your records I’ll leave you alone.”
    He stopped and turned to her. “This tour’s gettin’ to be more of a pain in the ass every year.” He stabbed a finger in her general direction. “People like you comin’ in and tryin’ to change everything. Modernize, you say. Well, I say if the system ain’t broke, don’t fuck with it.” Jessica decided she’d had enough after she saw his pompous expression.
    “Mr. Tucker, you have one hour to have this information to my colleague, Rick O’Meara, in the Official’s Room. If you don’t, I will disqualify your bulls.” Spinning on her heel, she began to walk away, forcing herself not to run. Before she got ten feet, though, a rough hand gripped her arm.
    “What did you say, you little bitch?” He squeezed and she gasped from the pain.
    Before she could process anything further Conner was there, prying the man’s fingers off her arm. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her.”
    She looked up at him. His lips were set in a thin line and his eyes were as dark and stormy as one of the Texas tornadoes she’d seen dozens of times living on the Panhandle.
    Tucker released her. “I’d suggest you go find the information the lady requested,” Conner growled, getting in the other man’s personal space. Since Conner had a good eight inches and at least seventy pounds on the man, he backed down immediately.
    “This isn’t over,” he told her, then turned and stalked away.
    Conner lifted her arm. “He hurt you.” It wasn’t a question.
    “It’s not a big deal,” she answered. A profound sense of gratitude swept through her body and as she stared up at his eyes, which had darkened even further as he looked back at her, she felt as if she could drown in them. Normally she’d prefer to fight her own battles, but she didn’t know what Tucker would have done to her if Conner hadn’t intervened. She shivered.
    Her skin felt searing hot where his fingers touched it, and whether from the leftover adrenaline of the situation or from her reaction to him she didn’t know, but her breath was coming fast and furious, making her look like a panting fool. His gaze flickered down to her breasts and then slowly returned to her face.
    “I saw the whole thing. You have to report him. He can’t be treating you like that. You were just doing your job and he wasn’t doing his.”
    She was mortified he’d witnessed such an embarrassing situation. Jessica was afraid he would go tell the tour she couldn’t handle herself and she’d be out of a job. Even with all the crap she had to take, she loved this job. If she could’ve been a bull rider she would’ve, but she’d been cursed with the wrong DNA, so she did what she could to be close to the sport. She looked down, sighing. “Don’t worry about it,” she mumbled, dropping her eyes.
    He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him again. Her pussy heated as she remembered how he’d done the same thing to his sub that night at Decadence. “I am worried about it, and you’re not gonna waylay me.”
    “Conner, please.” She bit her lip to keep from saying anything else. She had a feeling saying ‘Conner, please kiss me, please make me yours, I want you’ wouldn’t go over very well.
    He took a giant step back then and dropped his hand. “I apologize. I don’t even know your name and here I am touching you. I have no right.”
    You can touch me all you want…
    But since she couldn’t say that, instead she held out her hand. “Jessica Talbot.”
    “Conner Raub, but I guess you know that,” he replied, grinning as he took her hand in his much larger, work-roughened one.
    “Yes,” she confessed, her face flaming. She hoped her interest wasn’t written all over her face.
    “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here. You new?”
    “I came on board around the middle of last season when Steven had his heart attack.”
    Conner nodded. “Steven worked too hard. It looks like you do too.” He studied her face and then his eyes narrowed. “Do you have the power to disqualify his bulls?”
    “No, but if I told the officials to they would.”
    “Just like that, without an explanation?”
    “Of course not, but if I told them he withheld information I requested they would disqualify him. They’re cracking down on that stuff this season.”
    “So you were ready to make an example outta him?”
    Jessica shrugged. “I did what I had to do.” And now what she needed to do was get away from Conner Raub. “Anyway, I still need to find three other contractors. Thank you for coming to my rescue. I hope we can keep this between us—I don’t want people thinking I can’t handle myself around here.”
    Conner’s jaw tightened. “I don’t like the idea of him getting away with mauling you.” He stepped closer and Jessica felt her nipples tighten against the lacy confines of her bra. Thankfully she needed a sturdy bra to give her large breasts the support they needed, so her arousal didn’t show. That would’ve been more than she could’ve handled. Yes, she wanted Conner, but not like this. She needed time to figure out how to seduce him in her own way, in her own time.
    “I’ll let you go, on one condition,” he told her. “I wanna see your arm later tonight. If it’s bruised you’re gonna report him. I’ll come with you.” His tone brooked no argument and her sex flooded with more moisture. His nostrils flared and her face flamed. Could he smell her?
    She turned away, calling over her shoulder, “Okay, thanks again,” as she fled as fast as her legs would take her.
    Conner felt as if he’d been kicked in the chest by an ornery bull. He’d been walking back to the riders’ prep area after registering when he’d come upon Jessica and that guy. When she’d said she’d disqualify the asshole’s bulls he’d silently cheered, loving the way she’d stood up to him. He wanted a submissive in the bedroom, but a girl with spunk outside it was so much more entertaining.
    But the guy had gone and grabbed her and Conner had seen red. After he’d sent the guy packing Jessica had looked up at him like some kind of hero and his dick had instantly gone rock hard. Trying to avoid her eyes he’d looked down, only to see her gorgeous, lush breasts heaving and he’d almost lost it. Only through sheer force of will he’d garnered through his years of being a Dom had he been able to drag his gaze back up to her face.
    Then he’d touched her chin, and she’d said please and bitten her lip, and he’d moved away so fast he’d probably left skid marks with his boots lest he act on what his brain had started screaming at him. In that moment he’d seen what this woman was—a natural submissive. He’d automatically reverted to how a Dom would treat a sub. He’d apologized for touching her without permission. But all she’d done was stuck out her hand to shake his, so he’d ignored his still-screaming brain and introduced himself as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
    And he thought he’d gotten away with his sanity until he’d told her he wanted to see her arm later. Even from a foot or more away he’d smelled the force of her arousal after he’d issued the command—another sign she was submissive. He’d very nearly lost his cool and then she was gone.
    Rubbing his face, he continued toward the prep area. When he arrived, Brady was already there. “Dude, you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    “Fine,” Conner answered. He placed his gear bag on the table in front of him and began to pull out everything to inspect it.
    “Yeah.” He figured that was the easiest explanation he could give for why he looked shaken up. He sure as hell felt shaken up, but he needed to get his head in the game fast or this event would be all over for him.
    Brady left him alone while they finished their prep work. Then they took their stuff up to the area behind the chutes and settled in to watch. When Brady’s turn rolled around, Conner provided his usual assistance getting him situated on his bull and helping him loop his bull rope underneath the bull’s massive girth and bring it up the other side. He was pushing the bull away from the near fence when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He ignored the feeling for the moment and concentrated on his friend. When Brady nodded he let go and Brady and the bull went careening out of the chute.
    Brady held on for the full eight seconds and then scrambled off the back of the still-bucking bull, landing on his shoulder and rolling left, away from the pounding hooves. He sprang up and ran toward the rail. Conner reached his hand out and grabbed Brady’s biceps, ready to pull him over if need be. The bull fighters got the beast corralled, though, and both he and Brady directed their attention to the scoreboard.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, that was last year’s winner, Brady Parrish, the King of Rodeo, ridin’ Extremist.” There was a pause. “Looks like Brady’s picking up where he left off last year. He scores an 89.5. That puts Brady in first place with five riders remaining.”
    “Good for you,” Conner said, clapping his best friend on the back. “But I’m gonna beat your ass.” Finally he allowed himself to turn around. Standing not thirty feet from him, looking at him as if he were a dessert buffet and she was a starving chocoholic, was Jessica. She licked her lips and Conner barely stifled a groan. His dick took notice and he ruthlessly forced it back down. Riding with a hard-on was a bad idea for a whole bunch of reasons, not the least of which was the riders didn’t wear cups and getting bounced around on a bull while sporting a boner was bound to be a very unpleasant experience. He allowed himself to stare her down for a moment before touching the brim of his hat in a silent salute and turning back to the chutes.
    When it was his turn to ride he was thankfully able to focus and stayed on for the full eight seconds, scoring a 90 and taking over first place. After completing his turn and picking up his bull rope from one of the bull fighters, he climbed over the rail. Now his ride was done, and he wanted to see Jessica’s arm. He had a feeling there would be a clear handprint visible on her pale skin. While that thought would have turned him on if it was his handprint on her ass and she was a willing participant, it made him want to kill if that bastard had hurt her. How often did she get manhandled? He intended to get some answers.
    Looking around, though, he didn’t see her. Accepting congratulations from his fellow riders, he continued to scan the area around him. Where had she gone off to? Now he was pissed. She knew he wanted a look at her arm. Was she avoiding him? After the look she’d given him a few minutes ago, that possibility seemed unlikely, but maybe she’d run like a scared jackrabbit. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d scared off a woman when they got a peek at his dominant side. Maybe it was for the best. He damn well shouldn’t be opening that can of worms while he was on tour. But man, she made him want to.
    Jessica hid behind a sponsor sign, her back pressed to the cool plastic. What was she doing? She knew Conner wanted to see her arm and instinctively he wouldn’t rest until he’d tracked her down, and yet here she was, hiding from him. Isn’t this what she wanted—him coming to her on his own? She wiped her damp palms on her jeans and raised her eyes to the roof of the arena. Was she strong enough to do this? Was she strong enough to go after what she wanted?
    She knew the draft would be starting soon and she had no choice but to face him then. She had to be there to note which bulls got drawn so she could deal with the contractors tomorrow. Grabbing her bag, she peeked out from behind the sign and then darted into the corridor.
    “Thought you could avoid me?” A silky Texas drawl wound its way around her ear and she jumped.
    “C-Conner,” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she continued. “I was going to the draft area.”
    “Me too. I’ll walk with you.” He fell into line with her, making his long-legged stride shorter to match hers. “How’s your arm?”
    “Fine, truly. Thank you for asking.” She bit her lip and looked away.
    “Don’t do that.”
    Her head whipped around. “Do what?”
    “Bite your lip. It gives a man ideas.”
    “Ideas?” God, she was turning into a parroting idiot…
    “Yeah, ideas. Ideas me and any other warm-blooded man around here would have after lookin’ at your mouth. I don’t like it.” He glanced at her. “Dammit! You’re still doing it.”
    She did, and the thought only excited her more. Her sex clenched hard and she gasped at the onslaught of sensation.
    He stopped and looked down at her. His eyes blazed with lust and something else—anger? Was he angry with her? And if so, why?
    He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve never,” he paused and took another breath, “ever met a woman like you, Jessica. I hardly know you but you make my blood boil.” He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them they had cleared. Her brow lowered in confusion. “But as much as I’d like to act on the attraction I feel for you, I can’t. I won’t. You work for the tour. I can’t get involved with someone who’s employed by the tour. If it went south my career could be ruined and I can’t abide that. Have a good night.” He turned and continued down the hall, his long legs creating distance between them quickly. What had just happened?
    Jessica finished her work for the night and called her neighbor Viola to check on her apartment. Viola was watching it for her while she was on tour. Jessica’s daddy had pitched a fit when she’d decided to hold on to the place, saying it was stupid for her to spend money on an apartment she wasn’t even at eight months out of the year, but Jessica treasured her independence and had dug in her heels.
    “Viola? You sound tired. Did I wake you?” Viola wasn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, but Jessica still felt a little guilty having her bringing in her mail and watering her plants for weeks at a time between the periods Jessica could be at home.
    “No, I was just absorbed in my reading.”
    Jessica smiled. Viola went through murder mysteries like most people went through oxygen. “All right then. How are things?”
    “Oh, fine. But my life is boring, you know that. Tell me what’s going on in yours. Did you talk to that boy yet?”
    Jessica had told Viola about Conner during her last visit with the woman before leaving for New York City. She’d been bursting at the seams wanting to talk about him, and since most of her friends from high school or community college were wrapped up in their own lives she hardly talked to them anymore. Of course, she didn’t tell Viola where she’d met him—she wasn’t ready to discuss her sexual proclivities with anybody, least of all her older friend.
    “Yes, actually, I did. But it didn’t go quite like I expected.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Jessica winced as she recalled Conner’s face. “He happened along when I was trying to deal with an ornery subcontractor. They’re the guys from each farm who handle the bulls. Anyway, this guy is a real jerk. He wasn’t cooperating with me—giving me the information I need, so I threatened to disqualify his bulls. Well, he didn’t like that idea at all and grabbed my arm.”
    “He did what?”
    “It wasn’t that big a deal. Things like that happen sometimes.”
    “Did you report him?”
    “No. If I reported every guy who said or did something offensive I’d be reporting half the contractors on tour. It’s just part of life here.” She could feel Viola’s disapproval through the phone line, so she plowed ahead. “Anyway, Conner made me show him my arm. He got this look in his eye and I thought maybe he’d ask me out, but then he turned tail and ran. I don’t know what to think now. He seemed almost… I don’t know, angry or something.”
    “That I can’t help you with. I never know what men are thinking. If I did maybe I’d be married right now.” Jessica made a dismissive noise and Voila laughed.
    “Those men don’t know what they’re missing.”
    “So what’re you gonna do now?”
    “I don’t know. I guess wait and see how he reacts the next time I see him.”
    “Probably as good a plan as any.”
    “Listen, I should go. It’s late and I’m tired. The first event is always kind of crazy with everybody getting used to new rules, new staff…”
    “You take care of yourself, you hear?”
    “I promise.”
    Jessica ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed. Flopping down next to it, she blew out a loud breath. Why did Conner act so strangely around her? She resolved to find out.
Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

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