[Siren Classic: Erotic Cowboy Romance] Ann moved to Oakdale for a fresh start, and when she met Quinn, a sexy cowboy, she instantly fell for him. Unable to deny herself the need to have him, she gives in to a secret fantasy, only to fear their relationship will end before it truly starts. Quinn soon realizes Ann means more to him than he ever could have imagined. He feels a connection with her that's much deeper than physical, but he has secret desires he keeps to himself, afraid to scare her with what he wants most. Will they find a way to show each other their true selves and finally love each other completely? And if so, will Ann give him a part of herself she has given to no man before?
** A Siren Erotic Romance
"I wrote Intimate Persuasions because I feel it addresses an issue that many couples today don't confront — their own sexual desires. All too often, we ignore what we truly want for fear of embarrassment or rejection. This story will hopefully show you that with the right person there is nothing so taboo that two people can't share with one another." ~ Nicole ~
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Excerpt
Frustration overcame her and she kicked the tire. In retrospect that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as how she was wearing open toed, small-heeled sandals. Hobbling and cursing, she caught sight of a car pulling up behind her. Biting her bottom lip on the pain she stood up and looked at the man coming towards her.
“Oh great,” she whispered under her breath. The man had ‘ride me’ written all over his face. If this was going to be another one of those ‘I’ll help you if you help me’ sort of things then he could forget it.
“Well, hello there pretty lady.” He spit the toothpick out of his mouth and continued, “Need a little help, do ya?”
Be nice, maybe he’s not as sleazy as he seems. “Yes, I’m afraid I have a flat tire and I don’t know how to change it.”
He nodded smugly. “That’s all right darling. I’ll fix you up right good.”
You have got to be kidding me. The way that he was leering at her was giving his statement all sorts of alternate meanings. “Listen, I just need help with the tire. I really don’t need help with anything else.”
Not getting the hint, he came toward her. “Oh come on darling, after I fix your tire, you can thank me properly.” He grabbed her.
Ann had been ready. She’d met his type before and knew that his Neanderthal persona was merely lurking beneath the surface. She struggled against him and made her first attempt to knee him in the groin. He had been ready for her also though and swiftly moved out of the way, laughing at her attempt. Her eyes widened at the thought that he might actually be able to overpower her.
He pushed her against the side of the car and ground his hardness against her. Muttering lewd things in her ear, he attempted to grab under her shirt. Struggling against him, she gave her knee another hard and swift thrust upward. She was startled and thrown off balance as her knee was met with complete air. Where did he go?
“Leave…the…lady…alone! Got it?” A tall and muscular stranger who had dark hair peeking out from underneath a Stetson shouted to the man who was now lying on the ground.
Ann stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious sight of his back side.Damn did he look hot! And that cowboy hat. Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy. And how tall was he? At least six and a half feet. She was interrupted from her mini fantasy as he shouted at the man again.
“I said to leave the lady alone. Did you not understand that?”
Stuttering the man shuffled to his feet. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He got up and ran to his car.
The mysterious and sexy stranger walked to the man in three strides, “Apologize to the lady, and then get your sorry ass out of here!” He was now grabbing onto his shirt and inches from the man’s face.
“S-Sorry ma’am.”
“Good, now get your ass out of here!”
He waited for the man to drive away before turning to face her. Oh my, if she would have gone to a sketch artist and described her ideal man she couldn’t have done a better job. He was complete perfection in the masculine form. And the cowboy hat added to her fantasy about tenfold.
“Are you all right?” He walked toward her as he asked the question.
He was talking to her right? She should say something. Yeah, definitely. Say something, anything.
“Ma’am?”
He was closer to her now and she was fairly certain that the temperature had risen a good twenty degrees. “I ah, I’m fine.”
He gave her a half smile. “Men can be real assholes sometimes, huh?”
She laughed, she couldn’t help it. He was right. Men could be real assholes sometimes. And how nice of him to be so astute to that fact. It was, after all, partially why she had left that jerk Larry and moved here. Oh no, she suddenly remembered. The reason she was on this god forsaken dirt road in the first place. The Roadhouse. She was going to be late for her interview.
“Can you change a flat?” She asked him abruptly.
“Yes I can. You got a spare?”
A spare? What the hell is a-- oh, a spare. “Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”
“All right then.” He walked to the back of her car and waited for her to unlock the trunk. Not even giving her the chance, he reached in and hauled the tire out. “You got an iron, a jack?”
“Huh?”
He laughed at her, “Never mind. I’ll be right back.”
She watched him as he walked away. Boy did she watch him. Shouldn’t it be illegal for an ass to look that good?
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