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Take Me Again

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Wild Oats Series, Book 2

BLURB:

Marking one’s territory was never so naughty.

Dolan Crane would love to hate the beautiful new veterinarian who’s horning in on his territory. It’s tough when the flame-haired fantasy come true makes his body burn with just a smile. The smart thing to do is forget about her, so perhaps a threesome arranged by his old college buddy is just what he needs to get her out of his head.

Divorcee Tracy Marx has followed her restless feet to Santa Ysabel to start a new practice—and maybe find someone to take her outside the boundaries of vanilla sex. Instead she finds trouble in the form of a cowboy whose dark, sexy gaze lights her up—and could also destroy any chance of success. The best thing to do is stay far, far away from him.

When Dolan shows up for the promised night of fantasy, he’s shocked to find Tracy has traded her medical bag for a leather bustier and bondage gear. Tracy would like nothing better than to slap that smirk right off Dolan’s face, but the prospect of being sandwiched between two men is impossible to resist—even if one of them is her adversary.

Besides…no one calls her chicken.

EXCERPT:

“So, where is she?” Dolan wanted to get this party started. The last couple days had been hellish. Not to mention, he hadn’t seen his little redheaded veterinarian anywhere, which bothered him more than he cared to admit. Guess it was too much to hope that she’d gone back from where she came.

Before Rowdy answered, the bedroom door opened.

In one fell swoop the air in the room disappeared leaving Dolan dizzy. As if his thoughts had conjured the woman, Tracy Marx stepped into the room not more than four feet away.

Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shocked didn’t describe the look of surprise on her face as their eyes met.

He shared her disquiet. Speechless, his feet rooted to the floor, the only thing that appeared to be working was his cock. The damn thing sprung to life.

Sexy didn’t begin to describe how she was dressed. Stilettos and long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings led to narrow hips barely concealed by a thong. But it was the corset raising her breasts and presenting them as if they were dessert that almost gave him a heart attack. Wild red hair framed her face making her the most sensual creature he had ever laid eyes on. Not to mention, her soft female musk taunted him unmercifully.

Lust rumbled in his throat. He felt his nostrils flare. Tingles exploded in the center of his palms giving him the uncontrollable urge to bury his hands in her silky mass.

Her mouth snapped shut drawing into a thin line. She blinked hard before her gaze shot to their host. “Rowdy?” There was a quiver in her voice. Her fingers now balled into fists.

“What?” The lack of innocence in his friend’s voice made Dolan turn and glare at him. “You two know each other?” Before either of them could comment, he said, “That’s great. Makes getting to know each other easier.”

“Easier,” she repeated with enough heat in her tone to light a fuse. She faced Dolan with accusation in her eyes. Her palms now perched on her hips. “You set this up to humiliate me.”

What the fuck was she talking about? “Humiliate you?” His voice was coarse as sandpaper as he closed the distance between them. Nose to nose, he huffed, “Woman, I want you gone—not in my bed.” It was a bold-faced lie. He did want her in his bed, so badly he felt his control slipping.

She flinched at his cruel words. Color heated her cheeks. For a second the hardness in her features crumbled and moisture filled her eyes making them pools of blue.

Dammit. He didn’t mean to hurt her. It just—

Before he could apologize, her backbone stiffened. Moist eyelashes batted her emotion away, almost as if it never existed and replaced it with one of pure disdain.

“Feeling is mutual.” She whipped around, took several hurried steps and then drew to an abrupt halt. As if she second guessed her move, she pivoted again and walked back so that they were a foot away. With a toss of her head she sent her mass of red hair over a shoulder. “You know, Crane, you remind me of the first animal I treated.” She narrowed her gaze. “He was a jackass, too.” She was still hissing the insult when he reached for her.

The impact of their bodies coming together forced an indelicate “Ugh” from her. Chest to chest, hips to hips, he trapped her in his embrace.

Fury flickered in her eyes, dilating them. “Release me.” Her heated breath washed over his face.

Release her? The hell he would. Instead he lowered his head and captured her stubborn mouth with his. The kiss was slow, hot, and he made sure thorough and unforgettable.

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