Wouldn't you love to have a pair? Or a threesome?
BOOTS AND CHAPS
by Myla Jackson
Blurb
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon!
She gave up stripping to go legit…until three Kiowa cowboys bring on the down-and-dirty.
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.
Excerpt
Jackson Gray Wolf had just about had enough of the loud music, shouts from drunken cowboys and the smell of alcohol that permeated the air at the Ugly Stick Saloon. If not for the company of the owner-bartender, Audrey Anderson, he’d have left hours ago and returned to collect his twin brothers, Mark and Luke, at last call.
Mark whirled by on the dance floor to a lively two-step, a red-haired cowgirl tucked tightly against his body.
“About ready to head home?”
Jackson called out as his brother turned and guided his partner toward
the other end of the floor.
“Nope.” Mark twirled the girl and hollered, “Hell yeah!” to the song the band was playing.
Luke swung by with a pretty brunette. “Maybe an hour?” He grinned broadly. “Why aren’t you dancin’?”
Jackson shrugged. “Not in the mood.” Truth was, he hadn’t been in the mood
for the past six months. With his thirtieth birthday fast approaching,
he’d fallen into a funk the size of Texas and couldn’t figure out why.
The girls there tonight were just that…girls. Young girls, silly
girls, girls who giggled at nearly every word he said. Where were the
more mature women?
“What’s got you down,
Jackson?” Audrey plunked a cup of coffee in front of him and leaned
over the counter, her brow wrinkled into a frown. “You haven’t been
yourself lately.”
“Who said there’s somethin’ wrong?” He curled his fingers around the mug, letting the heat warm him.
“You used to be out there dancing with the twins like it was some kind of race.”
“I’m gettin’ too old for that nonsense.”
She
straightened, her brows rising into the fringe of strawberry-blonde
hair hanging down over her forehead. “Hey, if you’re gettin’ too old,
what does that make me? A hag?”
Jackson’s gaze went to the V of Audrey’s blouse where the rounded
curves of her breasts pushed up. “Far from it, baby.”
She tapped his hand. “Hey, the eyes are up here.”
A grin
stretched Jackson’s lips wide, and he glanced up into Audrey’s
baby-blue eyes. “I know that, but the view was better where I was at.”
“Jerk.” Despite her word, her eyes danced.
A customer leaned against the
bar and ordered two whiskey shooters. Audrey turned to the array of
bottles lining the wall behind the bar and reached for the brand of whiskey the man had asked for. No skinny minnie, Audrey had a curvy ass
encased in skin-hugging, washed-out jeans. An ass a man could get his
hands on.
Jackson’s groin tightened. Now here was a real woman, the kind he could sink his…er…teeth into.
Audrey’s snug jeans molded to
the curve of her butt and thighs, narrowing down the length of her
long, beautiful legs to tuck neatly into go-to-hell, bright red cowboy
boots, which sported diamond-shaped metal studs. She wore those boots
just about everywhere.
Born and raised in the Texas
panhandle, Audrey knew what Jackson knew—the only way to get what you
wanted was to work hard and maybe break a few well-chosen rules along
the way. And she’d done just that to get this bar started. Modeled after
the Coyote Ugly bar in New York City, Audrey had hired only the
pretty waitresses who could dance, some who could sing and all of which
could sling drinks like a pro. As a side, she provided strippers, both
male and female, for private parties, bachelorette parties and special
occasions.
Tough but fair is what each of
her girls would say about her. And the tips were good, so none of them
complained about Audrey’s hard-line approach. And to think, Audrey had
accomplished all that in her twenties. She’d beat Jackson to thirty
last year, celebrating her birthday with the two-year anniversary of
the Ugly Stick Saloon. It had been a big blowout party with a live
band, cheap beer and free rides home to those who couldn’t drive
themselves.
She had this bar-owner thing
down like it was second nature. Some men found it intimidating. Jackson
thought Audrey was sexy as hell. He’d toyed with the idea of asking
her out, only to talk himself out of it too many times to count, always
waiting for the right moment, the right situation. That right moment
had never happened. Now, it felt like he’d missed his chance.
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