Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Acorn Book Services
Pages: 196
Purchase at AMAZON
Kate West and Dr. Holden Reese have put their troubled past behind them and are ready to set a wedding date. There;s only one thing in Holden’s way: a powerful drug Lord at Keystone Downs Thoroughbred Race Track has Holden under his thumb, and he’s not letting go!
Kate’s family is determined to get to the bottom the of horse drugging ring, and when the West’s get too close to the truth the Drug Lord sends them a brutal message that can’t be misinterpreted. Now Holden is on the run, and he’s dragging Kate with him.
Can he escape his indiscretions?
How long can he keep Kate in the dark?
Excerpt
“Take your clothes off.” Dr. Holden Reese said, as
he closed the door to his veterinarian office at Keystone Downs Thoroughbred
Racetrack. His hot gaze slid over Kate West’s slender curves. He dropped the
deadbolt into the locked position. A shiver skittered down Kate’s spine as she
turned to him. She wore a red tank top and a pair of tight Levi Jeans. Her long
blonde tresses were pulled back into a ponytail. The florescent lighting
glinted off the silver hoop earrings that dangled from her ear lobes.
While her full lips parted, her eyebrows rose.
“Ever heard of sexual harassment, Dr. Reese?” Kate put in.
He strode toward her unbuckling his belt. He took
the vet box from her hand to set it on a nearby shelving unit, and then pushed
her against the block wall. Holden was six-foot-two of solid muscled male. His
deep brown eyes burned into her baby blues. Caging her between his arms, he
reached back to pull the band that held her hair letting it spill like a golden
waterfall about her shoulders. He fisted his fingers through the locks tilting
her head back to hold her in place. He said, “Oh, I’ve heard of it, Miss West,
and I have every intention of taking you on my desk,” he nipped at her earlobe
making his way slowly down her neck, “do you want to scream?”
Kate’s fingers splayed wide on the wall that she
was pinned against. Everything female in her clenched at his teasing nips and
licks and the way he smoothed his lips over her heating skin. She could feel
her nipples pushing to stiff peaks against the inside of her bra. She swallowed
hard letting go of a groan from deep in her throat. She rasped, “Do you want me
to scream, Dr. Reese?”
Holden smiled against her shoulder. He whispered,
“When I make you come.” He pressed his lips to hers pushing his tongue into her
mouth savoring the taste of her, tangling his fingers tighter through her hair,
possessing her. Kate wrapped her arms around his waist pushing up on her toes
to capture more from the kiss, when suddenly Holden let go of her hair grabbing
her by the shoulders. Kate blinked back, astonished that the kiss had ended so
abruptly.
“You were stripping...” he said, stepping back to
take in the show about to start. Kate planted her hands on her hips, biting her
lip. His gaze never wavered as he unbuttoned his jeans, while urging, “the desk
is waiting, my pretty little assistant.”
“And if I refuse? Will you fire me?”
He lowered his zipper with slow unerring precision,
“You won’t refuse.” He stated. He whipped his T-shirt over his head tossing it
to the floor, baring his sculpted biceps and abs, while sporting a sinful come-on
look that should’ve been in the category of a felony.
“That’s not fair!” Kate blurted.
His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “I’ll use
whatever weapons at my disposal to get you naked. I’ve been fantasizing since
yesterday about doing it on my desk with my sexy little employee.” Glancing at
the desk, Kate noted that it had been cleared for the event. Holden added, “You
won’t mention this to your boyfriend, will you?”
Kate rolled her eyes at his suggested role-play.
Quirky. What fun. She went along. “He’s the jealous type, you know. Not to
mention that he could probably beat the snot out of you.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Holden rolled his right
index finger in the air at her, “Let the stripping commence.”
Knowing that he rather enjoyed a demure display,
she peeked at him through her lashes. Kate slowly slipped her tank over her
head, tossing it to the floor, leaving him to ogle her dainty blue lace bra.
She unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper bit by bit, and then she shimmied
her hips until they slipped down her legs to pool at her feet, swiftly she
kicked them aside. She could see the column of his erection bulging from his
boxer brief through the open fly of his jeans, as she stood before him in a
tiny lace thong and the lace bra. He licked his lips. She was driving him
crazy. She liked it. Her lips curled at his delicious anticipation.
Slowly she reached back to unhook the bra, but
rather than allowing it to fall to the floor, she cupped her breasts in her
palms holding the bra in place. Holden sucked in a deep breath while he watched
her bite her lower lip as she kneaded her breasts in a circular motion, until
she slowly let the bra slip down her arms to fall at her feet.
Holden grabbed her hands restraining them behind
her back before she could hook her thumbs through the bands of the thong.
Sealing his mouth over hers, he kissed her hard while pulling her against his
arousal. “Leave a little for me,” he snarled, releasing her hands to grab her
buttocks and lift her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lips locked,
he carried her to the desk, setting her down gently. He murmured, “I don’t want
to hurry my fantasy. I want to savor it, baby.”
Kate pulled away from the kiss. She whispered, “I
don’t know, my boyfriend will be coming to pick me up soon for the bonfire
party at our farm tonight. He doesn’t like it when I’m late.”
Holden’s eyes brightened. “I almost forgot about
that,” he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. His
eyes narrowed when he asked, “Is the whole party taking place outside?”
Kate cocked her head, confused by the question
considering the position they were presently in. She answered, “Yes...”
“No one will be in the barn?”
“No...”
Carefully he laid her across the desk admiring her
dusty pink nipples standing at attention waiting for him to nip. Thoughtfully,
he ran his fingers along the inside of the elastic band that secured her thong.
Kate’s tummy tightened at the sultry tickle. The sinful grin returned to his
handsome face. “Mmmm, another fantasy just came to mind, Miss West: The rugged
cowboy breezes into town and seduces the sassy cowgirl in the hayloft. At first
she isn’t willing, but soon she succumbs to his cowboy charms.”
Shaking her head, Kate chuckled, “Please, one
fantasy at a time or I won’t be able to keep up, cowboy.”
She was right. So he decided to fulfill this
fantasy right now. There would be plenty of time this evening for the other—if
he could get her alone in the loft. He smiled to himself thinking of a clever
way to lure her into the barn loft of her father’s Thoroughbred farm, Westwood.
Dropping
both of his hands on either side of her, he lowered his face to kiss her
between her breasts, when the cell phone in his hip pocket began to ring and
vibrate. He groaned.
Kate giggled. “That’s a mood killer.”
“Not for me,” he said, running his tongue over her
stiff nipple.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“No.”
“Holden, someone could need the vet. You should at
least look at the number.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“See, I knew there was a good reason that I
proposed to you. You keep me on track. By-the-way, have you told the family
about our engagement?”
“Answer the phone, Holden.”
He let out a frustrated sigh as he yanked the phone
from his pocket to look at the screen: Chip Walker. Shit. Reaching across her
body, he grabbed the handle to the middle drawer of the desk, pulled it open,
flipped the phone in, and then slammed the drawer shut.
“It’s nobody important enough to interrupt this
moment.” He looked into her crystal blue eyes full of desire. Raking his
fingers through her hair, he said, “Nothing is more important than you are.”
His fingers slipped from her hair, down her neck until he cupped her breast in
his hand. “Now where was I?”
****
Chip Walker
thumbed the END button on his cell phone, hard. Doc Reese hadn’t answered his
calls or his texts in three days. Reese was getting too independent. He wasn’t
respecting his authority. Reese could blow his whole operation to smithereens.
The operation had been compromised six months ago, but he had managed to dodge
that bullet. He couldn’t afford another mishap. Reese needed to conform. Reese
needed to fall in line. Immediately.
And how damning will the truth be when it’s finally revealed?
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About the Author
For twenty-six years Cindy Mcdonald’s life whirled around a song and a dance: She was a professional dancer/choreographer for most of her adult life and never gave much thought to a writing career until 2005.Suddenly, she felt drawn to her computer to write about things she have experienced (greatly exaggerated upon of course) with her husband’s Thoroughbreds and the happenings at the racetrack.
Why didn’t Cindy write about my experiences with dance? You might ask. “Eh, believe it or not life at the racetrack is more…racy.” Cindy says. “The drama is outrageous—not that dancers don’t know how to create drama, believe me, they do but race trackers just seem to get more down and dirty with it which makes great story telling—great fiction.”
Cindy didn’t start out writing books, The Unbridled Series started out as a TV drama, and the Hollywood readers loved the show. When the series didn’t sell, Cindy recalls, “One of the readers said to me, ‘Cindy, don’t be stupid. Turn your scripts into a book series.’” And so she did!
In May of 2011, Cindy took the big leap and exchanged her dancin’ shoes for a lap top—she retired from dance. “It was a scary proposition,” Cindy confesses. “I was terrified, but I had the full support of my husband, Saint Bill. It has been a huge change for me. I went from dancing hard five hours a night to sitting in front of a computer. I still work-out and I take my dog, Harvey, for a daily run. I have to or I’d be as big as a house.”
Does Cindy McDonald miss dancing? “Sometimes I do,” she says. “I miss my students. I miss choreographing musicals, but I love my books and I love sharing them with readers.”
Visit her website at www.cindymcwriter.com.
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