
The Stetson
What do an ex-Army Ranger/dude ranch owner and a spoiled, trapped rich
girl have in common? Not much.
Turk Gunnison agrees to take on the
responsibility for Abigail Van Huffington's well being, but he's not sure
how much of her attitude he can take.
Being at the ranch isn't at the top of Abigail's to-do list either, but
her plans to escape a controlling life have stalled in Turk's back pasture.
Her main goal is getting to England, settle into the job of
interpreter for a travel agency, and gain her independence.
But Abigail's being watched by an enemy agent who mistakenly believes she
knows too much about him...
Sensuality Rating: SIZZLING
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Length: 67,000 words
"I had a fabulous time writing this book. I fell in love with Turk and
adored Abigail as their story unfolded. Together they were magic—Turk
Gunnison, ex-Army Ranger looking for normalcy in his life, and Abigail Van
Huffington, the woman with nothing to lose but the past." ~ Betty ~ |
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THE STETSON
ISBN: 1-60601-098-0
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REVIEWS
for The Stetson
4 Stars: "Spoiled brat
Abigail Huffington was determined to
escape her grandfather’s control. Hunky
cowboy Turk Gunnison continuously
irritated her. She was waiting for her
friend, Shane, to bring her enough money
to leave the country and start over. Along
with Shane, came trouble.
The Stetson is a delightful love story that will
leave the reader tingling for their own
cowboy. Abigail and Turk have a very
stormy relationship. The characters are
well developed. The plot is enticing. Fans
of romance will enjoy The Stetson."
—Anne Boling, Review Your Book
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ADULT EXCERPT
He used his shirt to slowly wipe down his
chest and flat stomach, and dry his hair before tossing the
shirt on the bale next to her.
“That isn’t why you came out here.” He
casually unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his jeans. “Is
it?”
What now?
This wasn’t meant to be his party. He was supposed to be on his
knees, begging for morsels.
That could still happen if she didn’t melt
like a candle in his heat.
“So, you’re able to read my thoughts now?”
The soft tease in her voice wasn’t intentional, simply
impossible to stop.
“Like a cheap novel.” He eyed her with a
speculative smile.
The word cheap was right on target, stinging
her heart so badly she sucked in a breath.
She was on the verge of crying, but held it
in. He wouldn’t have the pleasure of knowing he’d hurt her.
“You like cheap things if I recall
your daring exploits at that sleazy bar.” Her eyes burned with a
combination of angry, unshed tears and a battered heart. “I’ve
tried talking sensibly, but you can’t reason with a deranged
ass.”
“Ms. Van Huffington. If you don’t want sex,
get the hell out of here. Now.”
His vulgar words were a potion of
indescribable visions and sensory thrills, jump-starting her
libido.
Just like that, fingers of erotic delight
worked their way over every sensitive nerve of her body,
slipping coyly into the damp, pulsing spot between her legs.
“Your mind is filthy, Turk.” She evaded his
hand that reached for hers. “I thought we might carry on a
decent conversation. Not rut like one of your cheap Blue Balls
girls.”
“We can talk while we rut.” He reached for
her again, and her blood went on a hot rampage. “Talk’s cheap.
Fucking costs a hell of a lot, baby.”
The gleam in his eyes was so damned explicit
in its bawdy message, how was she supposed to appear bored?
You should be slapping his face, not
working up a climax.
Nip this in the bud. He’s having too much
fun.
“That’s your most endearing quality.” Evading
him was becoming more difficult. She skipped away to press
against the far wall, the urge to run into his arms stealing her
willpower. “Can’t you form a sentence that isn’t comprised of
four letter words?”
“That isn’t what you want, lady.” He hooked
his thumbs in the waist of his jeans and looked her up and down.
“Hop up on those bales and I’ll give it to you.”
What now? You’ve stupidly worked yourself
into a trap. It couldn’t be better.
She scowled at him. “I will not.” Her gaze
slid to the bales and checked out the possibility of doing
exactly as he suggested. “I wanted to be adult about this, but
you’re forcing me to your level.”
“Oh, I know what level you like.” He leaned
close, breathing in the scent of her hair. “As deep as I can
go.”
Her body reacted with quivering defeat the
moment he stepped forward, so close his chin grazed her
forehead.
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to while
the scent of erotic maleness robbed her of all sensibility.
“I don’t find you the least bit attractive
when you talk like a smelly field hand.”
You’re a miserable example of womanhood,
Abigail. He knows you’re ready to pull his jeans down to his
ankles.
He moved in, grazing her breasts with his
body, looking over her shoulder as he strummed the chords of her
erogenous zone. “I think you like making it with this filthy
field hand.” His voice deepened, laced with urgency. “You seem
to get real excited by the things I do. Bring any jelly with
you?”
He’s working you into being a willing
accomplice to him taking off your undies.
That’s right. You aren’t wearing any.
Make him ask for whatever he gets. Oh,
damn it. She’d be begging
any minute now.
She took one last swing at his macho
attitude.
“Turk, I understand your anger and
embarrassment about last night, but that doesn’t mean we can’t
still be friends.” Look at him. He doesn’t give a damn what
you say. “I want to leave only pleasant memories.”
Her subtle insult drew no response. He
obviously wasn’t perturbed by her words.
He shifted his weight, leaving her no escape,
and licked his lips.
Did he want to taste her?
The low burning flame in her body wouldn’t be
stamped down too much longer. His scent took her back into his
bed, replaying every nip and kiss, every thrust and sigh.
She stiffened with expectation as he touched
the soft fabric of her skirt, rolling the material between his
thumb and finger.
“I like that,” he murmured.
Don’t you dare shiver or close your eyes.
But, he smells so good.
Was that whining?
She stood trembling, helpless to react
against his fingers twisting in the hem of her Tee-shirt.
Nothing could be done to stop the tingling line he drew across
her bare skin until it ended under the curve of her breast.
“Did you hear what I said?”
Of course he did and doesn’t believe you.
He tilted his head, the angle shadowing her face.
“You’re wasting time. What do you really
want?”
“I want you.”
The words came from the most
carefully-guarded secret place in her heart.
He didn’t say the words she’d hoped for, his
mouth smiling speculatively while the passion in his eyes swept
away all silly need to be reassured.
“I think we’re going to set this shed on
fire, Huffy.”
“We should begin putting out the flame right
now.”
All the wise and wicked plans she’d brought
with her were squashed under his boot. She cared less now that
he’d won the skirmish, wanted her senses set aflame by his firm
mouth closing over hers in a hard, wet kiss, his moan speaking
clearly of his desire.
He stumbled forward, pressing her to the
wall, ignoring the shower of bridles and lead lines that rained
down over them.
She had lost her will, clinging to him with a
muffled cry of happiness. Closing her eyes, she murmured against
his lips. “Lets take today.”
In Turk’s strong arms, she couldn’t remember
the cruel taunts she’d planned for him. She didn’t care about
that, only the heartbreaking excitement of being in love.
Lost in a vaporous sensuality, she drifted in
desire so vivid, her body quaked under his caress. She scraped
her nails across his muscled back while her tongue lapped
adoringly at his small nipples.
He sucked in his breath and gripped her arms
tightly. “You little cat.”
“You’re my cowboy.” Her laugh was husky with
passion. “Are you wearing spurs?”
His reaction was a new jolt of pheromone to
her blood. In a smooth motion, his hand was under her skirt,
moving up between her thighs.
She gasped with pleasure, grabbing at his
hand to slide it to her aching center. She had no intention of
stopping his progress. Instead, she pressed it closer to her
quivering flesh.
“My God, baby, you sure as hell don’t wear
many clothes.” His Texas drawl was pronounced and sexy as hell,
teasing her just like his hands that knew no boundary. “You know
how to mess me up, don’t you?”
He cupped her hips in his hands, pulling her
close. The heated bulge against her belly left no question as to
his desire.
“If you’re too messed up, I’ll have to help
you, cowboy.”
Her hands shook with excitement, her fingers
nimbly freeing the buttons on his fly.
How was she to think straight and with his
fingers inside her, sliding in and out to bring her closer to
climax. She shook with anticipation.
Dipping her hand inside the hot pouch that
carried his all man package, Abigail hesitated for the briefest
second after she heard the chiding words of her inner woman’
voice.
He doesn’t love or want you, Abigail.
Go away!
Stopping was not possible. Turk was all she
wanted, and if getting him meant barring her soul, nothing was
too much to ask.
She freed her prize and gazed in victorious
delight at it. He was hot and pulsing in her hand. “You’re just
right, Turk.” Drops of moisture on his tip provided a wonderful,
sensuous lube for the lovely silken head. “Pick me up, cattle
rustler. Fit me onto your beautiful saddle horn.”
He gently squeezed her clit and spoke in his
beautiful, husky sex voice. “I want to kiss your sweet little
box.” His breathing was labored, the violent beat of his heart
against her breast sounded almost dangerous.
He carried her to the saddle rail and set her
on the precarious perch, tossing her skirt over her head.
She grabbed the support columns on either
side of her and shrieked with delight.
The man’s an animal and you love it.
He pushed her legs apart and pulled them over
his shoulders.
The first brush of his face with its half
days beard, scraped the inside of her thighs and shot her into
orbit.
She was certain she was going to die.
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
(SIREN) |
SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
words |
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