By: Nancy Corrigan
Sander’s Valley, 2
Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister,
Iona. He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s
sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up.
She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see.
Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first
time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona
fearful and fix it.
When Wyn sees
he falls hard. Iona's not so sure—their
chemistry is explosive, but after a bad relationship she's not sure she can
“I’m nervous.” Both at the prospect of holding one of the pups and the reason behind his focused study.
“You’ll do fine.”
He laid a hand on her back. The simple touch calmed her. She peeked into the box. Lucy, the puppies’ mother, lay on her side. Her watchful gaze tracked
Iona’s every movement.
“Are you sure she won’t mind if I hold one?”
“Maybe, but she won’t bite you. Her pups just turned three weeks. It’s time to start holding them. Get them used to humans, you know?”
She nodded, even though she didn’t understand.
Wyn moved closer. His stomach pressed against her bottom. He leaned over her and held a hand out to Lucy. No desire accompanied the brush of his body to hers. Reassurance did. She relaxed. So did the dog. Lucy tilted her head for Wyn’s scratch, and the short nub of her tail wiggled.
He flashed her a half smile. One dimple formed with his grin, and her heart did a little flip. Her lover was devastatingly handsome. Did he know what one of his grins did to her? That seeing his dimples aroused her yet made her want to snuggle closer at the same time?
The chimes over the door sounded, pulling him out of his thoughts and announcing a customer, except business hours had ended an hour ago. Only one person he could think of who’d walk in: Kyle.
“If you’re back to beg me to come eat your girl’s sad attempt at dinner, you can forget it. Last time I ate the crap she made, I had the shits for days.”
A woman’s giggle answered him.
The wrench he held slipped from his hand. The clank reverberated in the garage and mixed with the click of heels. He inwardly cursed. Way to impress, jackass. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to impress. Like his older brothers, he’d worked his way through the county’s available women. He’d only accomplished the feat in half the time they had.
“Next time, try Pepto-Bismol. It works wonders.”
The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick peek showed a pair of open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he wouldn’t mind licking either.
His cock thickened.
He slid the rolling platform from beneath the truck. The woman didn’t move. His chest ended up between her spread legs. He swept his gaze over her thin but shapely thighs to the frayed denim cutoffs that barely covered her ass. Right above the waistband, a small rose tattoo partially showed. The sight of it there acted as a lure. He wanted to peel her shorts off to see the rest of the design.
He forced his gaze higher before he gave in to the urge. A plaid midriff shirt was tied in a loose knot under her boobs. Her breasts matched the rest of her delicate frame, but they’d give him enough to suckle on. Or nibble on. Or hell, cushion his head when he fell asleep in her arms. Oh yeah, they were perfect.
The longer he stared, the quicker her chest rose and fell. He couldn’t stop his grin from spreading if he tried. Having a hot woman drool over him was the biggest damn turn-on a guy could get.
She placed a hand on her hip. “Do you like what you see?”
She jerked her hand from his. “Where are we going?”
“Basement. Need you.” He reached for her.
She backed up. “We can’t. Your mom—”
He drew her against him. “You feel that? How hard I am?”
A soft sigh escaped her lips, his only answer.
He brushed his fingertip across them. “I ache, darling.”
She turned her head and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. The tug connected with his balls. He wrenched his finger free and cupped her face between his hands. “I’m going to take you downstairs and fuck you,
Hard and fast.” Her eyes widened. He loved the shock displayed in them. He
brushed his lips over hers. “Then tonight, you’re coming home with me, and I’m
going to love you real slow, until you beg me to fill you up.”
She shook her head. “No sleepovers. No commitments. I told you that. Besides, your mom is picking me up early. We’re going shopping.”
Her words danced through his head. Disappointment hit first, then excitement flared. “You didn’t say no to now.”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. I want you, but…”
She glanced in the direction of the living room. “What if somebody walks in on us? Your family will assume we’re in a relationship.”
“Nobody will catch us.” With a single finger, he turned her face toward him. “Do you trust me?”
Her cautious nod answered him.
“Good.” That was all he needed to know. He lifted her, a hand on her bottom.
He nipped her lip. “Quiet. We only have a few minutes.” He pulled the basement door shut behind them and turned the lock. “And I’m not wasting them talking.”
“You’re serious.” Her whisper matched her widened eyes.
He hurried down the stairs and dropped her bottom on the back of the sofa. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ll survive a whole day without you.”
She clutched at his shirt. “Oh.”
One word. Damn he loved how she reacted to him. He popped the button on her shorts and tugged the zipper. She lifted her bottom. No hesitation. No denial. He held her acceptance close.
“Next time, I’ll worship you. Head to toe. Eat you out. Lick your breasts. Give you everything.” Hand fisted around her waistband, he glanced at her. “You want that?”
She nodded. “Yes. I want.”
“Good, but tonight I need you. Just like this.”
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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep.
Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in
with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests
include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy. Pennsylvania
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