Saturday, October 15, 2011


by Myla Jackson


She gave up stripping to go legit…until three Kiowa cowboys bring on the down-and-dirty.

Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 1

Jackson Gray Wolf is turning thirty, and what does he have to show for it? A ranch. No wife, no kids, no dates. He’s had his eye on the pretty owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, but their one accidental encounter was interrupted before he could get her out of her take-me-now red cowboy boots.

Audrey Anderson isn’t in the market for a man. Been there, done that, has the scars to prove it. She retired her pole-dancing boots after purchasing the Ugly Stick Saloon, and now manages a stable of strippers. When she winds up one stripper short for a private party, she’s forced to slip on a mask and into the role of the mysterious Kiki.

Jackson didn’t want the birthday bash his twin brothers are throwing him, but his vow to ignore the rented stripper goes awry when she shows him exactly how far she’s willing to go—for all three of them.

Audrey can’t forget the sizzling heat between her and one sexy Kiowa in particular. Jackson. Trouble is, she’s not sure if he wants the bold, brassy Kiki, or if he’s ready for the wounded woman underneath.


Audrey sighed, casting an apologetic smile at Jackson. “Stay, follow or just forget it, I have to get this.” She veered off toward the storeroom, her steps eating the distance. If Jackson stayed put, would he be there when she got back? Or would he leave, bored with the whole idea of stepping outside with her?

Pulling a ring of keys from her jeans pocket, she opened the storeroom and switched on the light. The whiskey Charli needed was perched on the top shelf. Audrey hooked the step stool with her foot, dragged it toward the shelf and climbed up, sliding the heavy box of whiskey toward her. She teetered, the weight causing her to lean backward more than she’d expected.

A large, solid palm attached itself to her butt, bracing her from falling.

“Let me get that.” Jackson’s hand moved from her ass to the box over her head, lifting it from her fingers.

Greta Sue, one of Audrey’s best bouncers, stepped into the doorway, her linebacker body filling the entrance. “Charli said you’d have some whiskey for her.”

“Right here.” Audrey ducked beneath Jackson’s arm, grabbed the heavy box from him and handed it to the bouncer. “Take this to Charli. I’ll be out there to help in a minute.”

“Yes, ma’am.” After Greta Sue left, Audrey stood with her back to Jackson, her pulse slowly returning to normal. “I guess I’d better get back to work.”

She only took one step before Jackson hooked her arm and pulled her back into the storeroom. He kicked shut the door, spun her to face him and then backed her against the wood panel.

Her heart pounding, her vocal cords locking in her throat, Audrey stared up into the midnight-black, smoldering eyes of the Kiowa Indian. Every one of the Gray Wolf brothers had the signature hair and eyes, blacker than the night, and broad shoulders that filled any room they entered. But only Jackson captured her attention and held it so tightly she could barely breathe. He was strong, powerful and reeking of male testosterone. She wanted him to command her, to force her to submit to his every desire.

Audrey fought to regain her breath, bad memories rising to the surface. Suddenly she felt the need to run before she did something she might regret, like fall for the guy. “I really should be getting back to work.”

He planted a hand against the door, effectively blocking any attempt on her part to escape. His brawny arm stretched beside her, the sun-kissed skin smelling of the outdoors and leather. “Do you work all the time?”

Audrey’s inner panic dissolved as her panties dampened, the stirrings of lust gripping her so strongly she couldn’t shake it. “I could ask you the same thing.” Was that really her voice, usually so strong and clear, now breathy and husky?

“I’m here, aren’t I?” He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Only as designated driver to your brothers.” She leaned her face into his hand. “They’re adults now. You didn’t have to come.”

“And miss the opportunity to see you?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Since when did you care if you saw me?”

He inched closer, his lips hovering over hers, his knee pressing between her thighs. “Since forever.”

“Liar.” Audrey flattened her hands against his chest with the intent to push him away. Instead, her fingers curled, dragging him nearer by the fabric of his chambray shirt.

With his lips so near, Audrey couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. When he didn’t seal the kiss, she glanced up, her gaze meeting his.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as blue as a rain-washed summer sky?” His deep tone resonated against the cardboard boxes of liquor lining the storeroom walls.

Audrey laughed, her stomach fluttering, her knees turning to liquid. “No.”

“Well, someone should. Because they are very beautiful.” His mouth descended, crushing hers with the force of his kiss.

She gasped, her lips parting to allow him inside.

He swept past her teeth, delving deep to tangle and twist, thrusting in and out to the rhythm of lust. His fingers laced in her hair, tugging hard enough to make her scalp sting. The blasts of pain only made Audrey hotter.
Her thighs clenched around Jackson’s knee, her cunt rubbing along the rough denim of his jeans. She ached with the need to be naked, to feel his skin against hers.

Jackson’s lips left hers, burning a trail across her chin and along the convulsing column of her throat. With his free hand, he flipped the buttons loose from her blouse, shoving the edges over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her favorite demi-bra, the thin black lace barely hiding her nipples. She whispered a silent prayer to the laundry gods for the piles of clothing she needed to wash, forcing her to wear her best bra and panties tonight.

Her shirt fell to the floor and her pulse shot into hyper-speed. This could be her lucky night. She could actually get laid and spare the batteries for once.

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Rustye said...
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Rustye said...

I had to delete my first comment due to stupid typos! So, I am looking forward to Boots and Chaps in January. Thanks for the peek - I enjoyed it!

Pommawolf Emeraldwolfeyes said...

I like, I love it! Can't wait for it..have it on my must have list...*S*
Thank you!