Snippet Saturday - Summer's End

Six Degrees of Desperation

by Myla Jackson 

Blurb

Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this story of approximately 19,000 words. Join Charli in her final adventure. The time has come for her to decide which cowboy she wants.

Choose or lose...
The time has come. After a fabulous night of sex, Charli thinks she's in love with Connor Mason, but he's told her that he's a one-woman-man and that he's looking for a one-man kind of woman. What's a girl to do when she's got a kind, decent and sexy hot cowboy in one hand and a mystery, masked, black-hatted cowboy with friends lurking in the shadows?
Does she go for the one she knows who will always be there for her and never let her down? Or does she opt for the adventure, excitement and possible desertion of the one who remains anonymous?
Desperate times call for...
With her decision pretty much made, Charli knows she will have to break the news to the losing team at the Cowboy Masquerade Ball. Wouldn't ya know, nothing turns out the way she plans.
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's final foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Warning: Mystery cowboy plays one last dirty trick on an unsuspecting, completely confused saloon girl...add a bit of anal sex, begging and noon naughtiness and you might get the sexually satisfying experience you were looking for all along...

Books visiting the Ugly Stick Saloon:
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Boots and Leather
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's a Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction
Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation

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Excerpt

“Hey, Charli.” Bunny Leigh bounced out of the driver’s seat and waved. Then she rounded to the rear hatch, opened it and retrieved a large bouquet of yellow roses mixed with happy white daisies. “These are for you.”

Charli stopped, her empty hand going to her chest. “For me? Who sent them?”

“Don’t know. Whoever purchased them called in the order while I was in the back. The name might be on the card.” Bunny extended the bouquet. “Careful, they’re heavy. It’s one of my favorite bouquets, yet.”

“It’s lovely.” Charli’s eyes filled with tears. She’d never received such a beautiful array of posies. “You’re really good, Bunny. Thanks.” Anxious to get inside and tear into the little yellow envelope sticking out of the middle of the arrangement, Charli hurried up the steps. She set the flowers on the porch and unlocked the door, scooping the flowers up into her arm and rushing inside.

Once in the kitchen, she dropped the bag and the vase on the counter and ripped the envelope from the plastic holder. Inside was a single flat card with words written in bold print.

Love you naked.

Charli flipped over the card, searching for a signature, initials, anything that would indicate who had sent them. Panic made her turn over the card several more times until she gave up and told herself the sender had to be Connor. He was the last man to see her naked.

“Hey, beautiful.” A deep rumbling voice sounded behind Charli.

She spun, the hand clutching the card pressed against her chest. “Oh, Connor! You scared the crap out of me.”

He smiled.

His blue eyes melted Charli’s knees. 

“The front door was open, and when I knocked on the frame, no answer, so here I am.” He held out a bunch of pretty red roses. “These are for you.”

Charli reached for them, the card still in her clenched fist, too many thoughts winging through her head to make sense. “Th-thank you.”

Connor’s gaze moved past her to the flowers on the counter, a frown pulling his brows together. “Nice.” He glanced her way. “Should I be jealous?”

Charli swallowed hard, the lump in her throat settling into her belly. “Uh, no. No, not at all.” She thought quickly. “I have a friend at the florist.” True, but not the whole truth, unless Bunny had swung the other way and loved her naked.

“Oh, well. In that case…” Connor hooked her elbow and dragged her into his arms, crushing the flowers and the note card between them. “I’m on an errand in town and, since I didn’t get to give you a proper good morning kiss, I thought I’d stop by.” 

His lips descended over Charli’s, warm, sensuous and oh, so wonderful. She melted into his arms, losing herself in his embrace, heat building low in her belly, her pussy dampening as his tongue slid between her teeth and claimed hers.

When he lifted his head, Connor gave a husky laugh. “I should have known a kiss wouldn’t be enough.” He set her away from his body and stared down at the bulge in his jeans. “You make me crazy.”

Still clutching the flowers, Charli forced a laugh past her kiss-swollen lips. “Not nearly as much as you make me.”

“I should go.” He held out his hand for hers.

Charli reached for him with the hand still holding the card.

“What’s this?” Connor touched the paper lodged between her fingers.

Charli’s heartbeat fluttered against her ribs, and she jerked her hand behind her back. “Just a note to myself.” She fought to keep from freaking out. What if he demanded to see the note? Obviously, he hadn’t sent the flowers, leaving Original Sin as the mystery sender and penman of the Love you naked note.

“Let me see.” Connor held out his hand.

Her first instinct was to shove the note into her mouth and swallow it to keep Connor from discovering her secret. But sure as she tried, she’d choke on it, he’d have to save her, she’d be embarrassed and he’d see the note all nasty and damp anyway.

Charli reached out with her empty hand and pulled Connor close. “I missed you, too.” She slipped her hand behind him, sliding it into his back jeans pocket, tugging him closer until the ridge of his fly dug into her belly. 

“Any chance your lunch break is long enough to take up where we left off?” She wiggled her hips, rubbing him suggestively.

His fingers curled around her waist and he held her still. “Don’t, unless you mean it.”

What had started as a ploy to distract his attention from the note had blown into full-fledged lust. Charli’s body burned so hot she feared her clothes would catch fire. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get out of them and strip Connor naked. “I mean it. Can you tell me that you can wait until three or four o’clock in the morning to do this?” Charli stepped back, her fingers going to the buttons on her shirt, flicking them open one at a time. She led him toward her bedroom, her shirt falling to the floor.

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Snippet Saturday - Seduction

THREE'S A CHARM

by Myla Jackson

BLURB:

Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's third erotic adventure.

 

She wants to know...

Charli Sutton barely remembers being bored in Temptation, Texas. Ever since a mystery cowboy dared her to skinny-dip in Judge Stephen's pool, she's been tempted to participate in more dirty tricks. Charli anxiously awaits the next in the string of sexual fantasies her cowboy has in store.

Will she discover who her secret lover is this time?

Warning: Mystery Cowboy, sexually frustrated woman and one dare after another, leading to a little bondage, a little dominance and a whole lot of sex—hot enough to burn the pages!
EXCERPT:

"You know a lot about me...I'd like to be equally as knowledgeable about you." Charli leaned forward, her top loosening, a waft of cool air tickling her nipples. She was almost positive the men at her sides could view her full breasts, should they bother to look. The thought weighted her core with desire.

"You may ask three questions." OS waved his hand. "But be warned. I guarantee no answers."

Charli pouted and asked the most important question, "What's your name?"

He shook his head. "That's the mystery portion of the danger equation. Next question."

Frustration stabbed her chest and she sat back. "Are you a cowboy, or do you just wear the clothes?"

"I've been known to rope, ride, wrangle and build a fence or two."

She straightened. Maybe now they were getting somewhere. The guy  was real cowboy. "Are you here with the rodeo?"

He shrugged, noncommittally. "I admit to having spent a day or two there, on occasion."

A frustrated sigh slipped past Charli's lips. That wasn't much of an answer. "Are you Connor Mason?"

The cowboy smiled. "That's four questions." He waved to the cowboy with the fiddle, who promptly disappeared. The cowboy serving the wine and dinner ducked out as well.

"If you're finished with your meal, perhaps you would care for dessert?" 

"I suppose." Charli wanted to know where the other two men had gone and if they were serving more than music and food, but she'd used up her quota of questions.

The man in the black cowboy hat stood and held the chair while Charli rose. His fingers settled on her shoulders, sliding down the length of her arms. The brush of lips at the curve of her neck sent her body into a rush of electric shocks, tingling all the way to her center.

"Is this dessert?" she whispered, her head dipping to one side, allowing him better access to her throat.

"Not quite. I have dessert waiting in another room." His hands slipped beneath the swaths of fabric and cupped her breasts, pulling her against him, the hard ridge of his erection pressing into her back. "Shall we?"

"The table is closer," Charli offered weakly, the rough hands palming her boobs setting her core on fire. She was ready to start the fucking now.

He chuckled, pinched her hardened nipples and slapped her ass. Then he turned her toward another doorway and led her into the room with the bedroom displays, equally exposed to the large display windows at the front of the furniture store. In the middle of the floor stood a king-sized bed, draped in black satin sheets, with red satin pillows scattered across the mattress. White rose petals littered the surface, their aroma adding to the ambiance.

Charli's pulse hammered through her veins. Oh, yeah, baby. This was going to be good.

The two cowboys appeared from the shadows, each wearing nothing but black silk boxers, their masks and the cowboy hats.

The cowboy from the night before set a bowl of strawberries and a riding whip on the nightstand and stood with legs braced apart, both hands crossed over a rock-hard erection tenting his silk shorts.

On the other side of the bed, the new cowboy arranged a bowl of whipped cream and a length of rope. He too stood at parade rest, a smile tugging at his lips, his hands cupping the stiffy poking against his boxers.

Charli's breath caught and held in her lungs and she turned to Original Sin. "For me?"

"Dessert has arrived.” He smiled and gestured toward the bed. “All you have to decide is how you want it served."

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Snippet Saturday - Kung Fu Fight Scene

BOOTS AND LEATHER

by Myla Jackson

Samhain Publishing

BLURB:

Ugly Stick Saloon

Libby Jones had been on the road for over a year, running from her past, when she landed in Temptation, Texas, working at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Eight months later, she knows she has to leave or risk her past catching up with her. Then why did she take the Gray Wolf twins up on an offer to go riding on their ranch? Getting involved wasn't in the cards for this free-rider.

They're just the Kiowa Cowboys to rope her in...

Mark and Luke Gray Wolf had been trying to capture Libby Jones's attention since she'd started work at the Ugly Stick, only she's blown them off at every attempt to ask her out, until now. Determined to show her a good time on the ranch, they take her to their special project site on the ranch and show her what she's been missing for eight months. They're plan: to expose her to the temptations only twins can provide to persuade her to stay for the long haul.

Convinced she's falling for the two, Libby longs for a life she can't have, knowing she must leave before her whereabouts are discovered. But all hell breaks loose when her past walks through the doors of the saloon. They Gray Wolf twins have a fight on their hands to keep Libby from running again.



EXCERPT:

LOCATION - UGLY STICK SALOON

When they lifted Charli up onto bar, she carried a microphone and leaned against one of the brace posts, one leg sliding up the other as she sang a dirty, sexy song while Kendall, Lacey, Bella and Libby danced in unison.

The crowd clapped in time, swaying to the sound, laughing and shouting, reaching out to touch the girls on the bar. One drunk cowboy made a grab for Libby’s ankle and almost pulled it out from under her.

Mark lunged forward, ready to slam a fist into every one of the men who tried to grope Libby.

Luke’s backhand across his chest stopped him before he’d gone two steps. “You can’t. It’s part of her job with the saloon.”

“But I want to rip that guy a new asshole,” Mark said through clenched teeth.

Libby pressed her stiletto to the man’s forehead and pushed him back hard enough the crowd had to catch him.

Luke laughed. “The woman can hold her own.”

The other men around him shoved the drunk to the rear, refusing to let him back up to the bar.

“Come on, we need to get to the front of that crowd. I want to talk to Libby.” Mark nudged and pushed through the wall of men, all hollering for the dancers as they strutted, turned and ground their hips to the song Charli sang.

Luke followed right behind Mark as they made slow progress through the throng.

One man raised his fists, his face blotchy with anger and alcohol. “Hey, don’t push me.”

“Not trying to start a fight.” Mark backed off, unwilling to get into brawl, when all he wanted was to get to Libby.

Luke slammed into Mark, and Mark bumped the man with the raised fists, shoving him against another guy.

Fist Man swung at Mark’s face.

Mark shouted, “Duck!” He leaned right.

The fist whiffed past his ear and hit Luke in the jaw.

Luke staggered backward, stepping on the cowboy behind him and knocking him across a table.

Mark faced off with Fist Man and landed a punch in his breadbasket.

The man didn’t even flinch, but his face reddened to a mottled patchwork and he let out a roar. He ducked his head and rammed into Mark’s gut, railroading him through the crowd until he hit a table, slid across it and landed on his back on the floor, stunned and with the wind knocked out of his lungs.

Others who’d been flung or pushed aside leaped into the fray and fists flew unchecked.

Greta Sue muscled her way toward Mark, lifting him up off the floor. “You all right?”

Mark nodded, just beginning to breathe again. When he stood, he swayed, scanning the melee for his twin.
Luke faced off with Fist Man and another guy, holding his own in a two-to-one fist fight.

“I gotta make a call.” Greta Sue let go of Mark and hurried toward the back of the bar and the telephone.

Charli had stopped singing, joining the girls on the bar in the fight to keep the groping hands from toppling them into the crowd.

Everyone was shouting and no one could hear anything, even the sound of sirens. Until the sheriff and five of his deputies pushed through the door. One raised a megaphone to his lips and announced, “Party’s over.”

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Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill 
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Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
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HelenKay Dimon
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