Here Friday 7pm PST. Author of: Donna Michaels: 2 EXCERPTS FROM 2 OF HER BOOKS TODAY AND TOMORROW
" HER SECRET RANGER #2"
Former Army Ranger Stone Mitchum doesn’t have time for sex. Since starting a company with his brother and two buddies, he’s had more important things on his mind. Like transitioning veterans back into society. But when his curvy new tenant falls into his arms—literally—his libido snaps to attention.
Jovy Larson has four weeks to prove she’s worthy of taking over the family business. Her challenge? Sell gluten-free, vegan food—in the middle of cattle country, Texas. It’s a tough task, but not half as tough as fighting her attraction to her sexy, surly landlord.
Before she knows it, Jovy’s tangling sheets with the hot cowboy, stalked by a jealous cow, and strategizing ways to help Stone’s ranch. But by the time her lease runs out and the test is over, she’s faced with a new challenge…competing against Stone’s sense of duty to win his heart.
“Just the man I was looking for.”
He stiffened, mug raised midair. The sultry voice confirmed what his body already told him. Jovy was near.
She leaned over him to place something on the table, brushing his shoulder with the side of her chest. “Is this okay?”
Hell yeah. Better than okay. It was fantastic.
He gave himself a mental shake. No. It was bad. He’d sworn off women. Why the hell was she so close? It took every ounce of control not to turn his face into her breast. He knew from his earlier inspection that she was 100 percent homegrown. Her soft curves were real and knocking him off balance.
Why didn’t she move away?
The infuriating woman was leaving him no choice. He waited a few more seconds, and when she still made no sign to move, he turned into her. She stepped back. But not before his face brushed some serious curves, and he got an eyeful of mouthwatering cleavage.
Realizing she was waiting for an answer, he cleared his throat and glanced at the slip of paper she’d set on the table. “It’s a check.”
“Wow. Cute and sharp.”
Cord’s grin appeared outright, while his brother and Vince laughed. Assholes.
He cocked his head and met her gaze. “How do I know this won’t bounce?”
“It won’t. I promise. Watch.” She grabbed the check and dropped it on the floor where it slid under the toe of his boot. “See? It didn’t bounce.”
The two chuckleheads laughed harder.
Stone bristled. “Very funny, Ms. Larson.” He bent down to retrieve the check and held it out to her. “This won’t do. I want cash or a cashier’s check.”
He knew he sounded like a hard-ass, but he just couldn’t take a chance on the newcomer stiffing him or wait for her check to clear. Too many men were counting on him.
She set her hands on her hips, drawing his attention to the curve of her waist and a pair of assets he was trying desperately to ignore. “Fine. Then take me somewhere I can cash it.”
He snorted. “Where do you propose I do that?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’m not from around here. You are.”
Damn woman was pushing it.
She must’ve known because she sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Oh?” He hadn’t expected an apology. Setting the check on the table, he sat back in his chair and tipped his head. “For calling me a jackass?”
“No.” She smiled. “You have kinda been a bit of a jerk.”
Snickers reverberated from the peanut gallery.
Her gaze turned contrite, deepening the green in her beautiful hazel eyes. “I’m apologizing for calling you a liar. You were right. I talked to my grandfather. He told me he only paid the security deposit. I’m sorry. I was under the impression he’d also paid the first rent installment.”
An unexpected battle raged inside Stone’s head as well as his body. The damn woman stood too close. Her light flowery scent was making him nuts. Clouding his mind. And those awe-inspiring, mile-long bare legs were too damn close for him to hold on to his dwindling control.
IN A RANGER’S ARMS
The Men of At Ease Ranch/ Book 1/Stone
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No amount of training could’ve prepared him for her.
Also hand drawn into a Japanese translation.
Finn Brennan was used to his brother playing practical jokes, but this time he’d gone too far--sending him a woman as a ranch hand, and not just a woman, but a Marine.
When Lt. Camilla Walker's CO asks her to help out at his family's dude ranch until he returns from deployment, she never expected to be thrust into a mistaken engagement to his sexy, cowboy twin--a former Navy SEAL who hates the Corps.
The Corps took Finn’s father, his girlfriend and threatened his naval career. He’s worked hard for another shot at getting back to active duty and won’t let his brother’s prank interfere. The last thing he needs is the temptation of a headstrong, unyielding, hot Marine getting in the way.
She straightened to her full height and stared him down, brown eyes flashing like fire water. “You’re not my C.O. You can’t order me around.”
“Wrong. Brett’s the only one who can order you to go home,” he corrected, lowering his voice when the two college stable hands entered the building. “But I am the one who can tell you where to work on this ranch.”
She softened her expression, then sauntered closer to finger his collar.
“And what would you have me do, Finn?” she asked in a quiet, sultry voice.
Her complete about-face had his heartbeats kicking the hell out of his ribcage. He stiffened. What was she up to?
Stifled snickers quickly enlightened him. She was keeping up appearance, playing the dutiful fiancée, you idiot. For a moment there he thought…
Didn’t matter what he thought.
Terry sent the boys a look. They grabbed pitchforks before disappearing into a nearby stall.
Cammie removed her hands from his chest and stepped back. “Well? Where do you want me to work? With you?”
“No.” The last thing he needed was her around, countermanding his orders as he guided guests on the horse trail. “Why don’t you help my mom and Aunt Lettie with the party details?”
She blinked, then smiled broadly, her gaze bouncing between him and Terry. “No, I mean really. What do you want me to do?”
“I told you, help my mother. Most women enjoy planning parties.”
She stiffened, every trace of amusement gone from her face. “I’m not most women, Navy. Don’t confuse me with your ex-girlfriend. I’m not Heather.”
He inhaled strong and swift. “No, you’re not.”
Heather was sweet and non-confrontational, not a willful control freak like the lieutenant in front of him.
He was the boss, not her, and it was high time he showed her just who was in charge.
Finn stepped forward, slowly stalking the woman, purposefully invading her personal space until she was forced to retreat. The Marine backed up until her incredible backside hit the wall, stopping her escape. Satisfaction warmed his blood. Chalk one up for Navy.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she whispered.
Brown eyes widened with a mixture of apprehension, and God help him, desire. He palmed the wall on either side of her head and smiled down, beginning to enjoy the situation.
“I’m showing those college boys, and you, who’s boss.”
The instant she opened her mouth to protest, he pressed into her delectable curves and captured those tempting, objectionable lips.
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