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EXCERPT: "Christmas Cowboy" by Ruth D. Kerce -- adults only


CHRISTMAS COWBOY by Ruth D. Kerce

Erotic, Holiday Romance
Copyright © 2015, Available now at:
Changeling Press in Digital Format

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2435
 



BLURB:

What’s a cowboy do with reindeer? Chaz breeds horses. But Cherry’s saddled him with a herd of reindeer. She knows Chaz can successfully breed and sell the reindeer, if he’ll only believe. Chaz would rather breed her. She’s one sexy handful. With Christmas near, both fantasies come true and they find their own happily-ever-after along the way.


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EXCERPT:

Chaz set his empty coffee cup on the desk. He walked over to the cushy chair positioned in the corner of his home office, where most days he would sit and look out the long window on the opposite wall and lose himself in his thoughts.

Today, something other than the outdoor view of his ranch held his attention. He sat down and flipped through the photos on his cell phone, looking for good ones of his little, chestnut-colored mare. He’d found an interested buyer who wanted to see more pictures of her before placing a bid. As he searched, an old image of Cherry suddenly popped up on the screen. He was waiting to hear from her on another horse deal.

He’d known Cherry most of his life. Her parents had been good friends with his and were constant fixtures here at the ranch in their younger days. He stared at the photo, thinking back to the summer when he’d taken it. She’d been a real beauty back then. She still was actually. Her long blonde hair, rosy cheeks, piercing green eyes, the reddest of lips, and a smile that never stopped had made her one of the popular girls. They used to call her Cheery Cherry in high school -- CC for short -- and the name fit.

At one time, they’d taken a shot at a relationship. It hadn’t lasted long, much to his disappointment. Though they’d parted by mutual agreement and on good terms, he’d regretted that decision over the years. He missed having her around. He missed her quirkiness and the way she could always make him laugh. He missed a lot of things about her.

Now she was back in town, temporarily for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, and while she waited on a new job offer to come through. Thanksgiving had come and gone way too quickly, and Christmas was just around the corner. She wouldn’t be here for much longer.

He shifted uncomfortably as more intimate memories flooded through him. Though she used to irritate the hell out of him at times, she was also the most enticing woman he’d ever known. The first time they’d made love had been a fantasy come true for him and was seared into his brain forever. They’d gone on a picnic dinner with a group of friends. After they’d eaten, everyone else left to watch the fireworks the county was shooting off in celebration of a wine festival being held in the area. Cherry had wanted to stay and star gaze, so he’d stayed with her.

They were lying on a blanket looking up through the trees when she’d asked him if he thought she was pretty. He chuckled as he remembered his quick reply. “Hell, yeah.” Then they’d looked at each other, and that had been it. She’d climbed on top of him and started kissing and nuzzling his neck. Even just the memory of that night made his dick grow hard. She’d squirmed on top of his groin until he’d thought he would go crazy. Then with a casual tone, as if it were a common thing, she’d asked, “Can I suck your cock?”



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CHRISTMAS COWBOY by Ruth D. Kerce

Erotic Holiday Romance
Copyright © 2015, Available now at:
Changeling Press in Digital Format

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2435



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