Lately I’ve been immersed in my cowboys again. No wonder. I live surrounded by them in the beautiful Texas Hill Country. I can hardly drive down the road or head into the nearest town without seeing them astride their horses, or running into them in the feed store, or having a beer and a burger at a local watering hole (yes, we call them that in Texas!).
And as I begin to put stories about them together again, I’m reminded of why I ,love them. A man is a man but put him in a Stetson and a pair of boots and you immediately want to rip off your clothes. And his.
Sex with a cowboy is definitely unique. He can be tender and gentle, powerful and demanding, and for whatever reason he brings to the occasion an intimate knowledge of how to please a women as well as incredible stamina. Or so I’m told. Wink
If you haven’t had the pleasure yet I want to introduce you to a story I wrote some time ago that still sells well every month. Maybe it’s the title – Down and Dirty. Or the very sexy cover. Or the tease that let’s the reader know she’s in for a wild, sexual ride.
Here’s a taste: judge for yourself.
Here’s what Romance Junkies had to say about Desiree Holt’s latest from Total-e-bound:
As the name implies Down and Dirty gets right down to business literally from about five pages in and never stops. A fast paced book, fraught with unexpected emotion, soul searching and divine destiny. Ms. Holt is onto something special with Down and Dirty, there are enough loose ends for us to see future books with character we meet in Down and dirty And also she leave us with just enough for our imagination to take it as far as we want it to go.
New to Texas, Krista North reluctantly let her friend drag her to hot, wealthy cowboy Clint Brody’s famous annual barbecue. When he found her in his family room trying to clean off a spilled drink, he convinced her taking a shower would be a better idea. With him. Krista thought it the most erotic shower she’d ever taken until Clint’s friend Shane made an appearance. Then things really got interesting.
Setting her hat on the bar, she slid behind it and turned on both faucets. Wetting her hands, she splashed water everywhere the drink had landed.
“I’ve got what people tell me is the biggest shower in the world. It would probably do a better job than that.”
The voice was rich as sin and warm as melted chocolate. Krista’s head snapped up, and she nearly melted into a puddle at what she saw. Six foot five of the most mouth-watering male she’d ever seen. Thick, curly black hair crowned a face that the word ‘rugged’ was made for. Lashes equally as dark shaded eyes of smoky silver. A thin cotton plaid shirt and soft jeans barely concealed the hard musculature of his body. Crisp dark hair peeked out where the shirt was open at the neck, and the rolled-up sleeves revealed arms with well defined muscles that didn’t come from any gym. As her eyes automatically swept over his body, they strayed to his crotch where an impressive bulge pushed against his fly.
“Would you like a closer look?” There was amusement in his tone.
Krista felt heat rise in her face. Was it possible for the floor to open and swallow her?
“Sorry. I’m just…” She wildly looked around for paper towels or a cloth or something to wipe herself with. Remembering the bandana, she pulled it out and began blotting herself.
“Here. Let me.”
He was so close to her now that she felt as if he surrounded her. The heat of him, the male scent, clogged her senses. A smart woman would probably move or push him away. Actually run from the room. Except her feet seemed glued to the floor. Here he was, right in front of her, the type man who starred in all her darkest fantasies. She wondered if he noticed her suddenly hardened nipples poking against the thin fabric of her top or the way she squeezed her legs together to still the throbbing that beat in her pussy like a jungle drum on adrenaline.
He took the bandana from her unresisting hand then gently wiped the places she’d splashed water on herself.
I’m at the RT Booklovers Convention this week at the Westin Bonaventure in L.A. If any of you happen to be around I’d love to meet you.